Mancini

Chapter 2

Marias POV:

I stand there in shock as the mysterious man in front of me whipped the flour from my cheek. Staring at him, I actually see his face for the first time. He was beautiful. Dark hair, pale skin, and dangerously light blue eyes that pierced through me. I was intimidated.

He stopped what he had done as he realized what he was doing and we both just gawked at each other until he clears his throat. How old was this man? My father would kill him if he touched me again.

"What is your name signoria?" He demanded with a low voice. 

I freeze, this guy seemed dangerous. But I didn't want to anger him.

"Maria signor." I replied slowly my eyes leaving his face as they pierced through me. God this is awkward.

"Full name." He demanded more this time his voice a little agitated. 

I gulped, "Maria Bodlori signor." I whispered fast not daring to look at him. 

I meet his eyes briefly and he nods at me before turning around and storming out of my family's restaurant.

I watch him exit but before he turns around and glances at me one last time before whispering something into whom I presume was his friends ear.

"Maria!" My mother's voice ring out of nowhere.

"Yes mama?" I replied snapping out of my trance.

My mother comes running form the kitchen and hugs me shaking with fear. My father enters moments later.

"What did he say to you?" He asked.

"He didnt say much papa he just asked for my name."

My dad curses out loud.

"He knows your in this family now." He says with a grave voice. My mother starts to cry. I look at them with confusion.

"Papa, who was that man? And why are you so scared of him?"

My parents both look at me with love and worry.

"That man is a monster." My mother's voice stated in utter despair. I hold onto her as she starts to break down. Who ever he was must have been in her history.

"That is Damien Mancini. The head mafia king of our city...and most of America now."