The boys and the mafia girl

Ugh you again

Autumn's POV
As we got into Gramps' black Lamborghini, the first thing that I do every time is grab the AUX cord, plug it into my phone, and play my music. Gramps laughed as Best Song Ever came on. "MAYBE ITS THE WAY SHE WALKED. OW! STRAIGHT INTO MY HEART SHE STOLE IT." I sang as grandpa tried to catch his breath from laughing so hard. "AND WE DANCED ALL NIGHT TO THE BEST SONG EVER WE KNEW EVER LINEEE AND I CANT REMEMBER HOW IT GOES BUT I KNOW THAT I WONT FORGET HER CAUSE WE DANCED ALL NIGHT TO THE BEST SONG EVERRRRR" Gramps sang. It was now my turn to catch my breath from laughing so hard. As the song ended, we pulled into the parking lot of the target range. We got out of the car and entered the building. "Rocco, my main customer. How you doing vecchio amico? Mark asked as he shook my grandpas hand. "Is this Christiano's girl?" He asked in disbelief. "Si. Her name is Autumn." Rocco said with a smile. "Hey Mark" I said to be polite. Mark and Grandpa started to talk in Italian, which I'm still learning, so I decided to walk around. I walked past the office and snack bar. As I turned around the corner, smack! I ran into someone. "Ohmygosh I'm so sorry" the boy stammered as he helped me up. "Oh no it's fine it was my...." I never finished my sentence. I could not believe who was helping me up. The man-whore, Ryan. "Oh hey autumn haven't seen you in awhile huh?" He asked with no eye contact. He was my best friend when we were little but when we were 10 a war broke out between our families. Turns out, he was planning on taking me hostage then killing me. "No shit Sherlock. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to my Grandpa." I said turning on my heel and walking away like a bad bitch. He grabbed me arm. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Let me go before I break your freakin arm." I said as I glared at him. "Listen I'm sorry about what happened in the past. You have to believe me, I didn't want to do it. You were my best friend. I would never want to hurt you." Ryan explained while looking into my hazel eyes with his brown ones. I quickly glanced away. "Too bad I don't feel the same way." I said and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. "Ow you little b*tch." I heard Ryan groan as I was running away.
Rocco's POV
As I was talking to Mark about what me and Autumn wanted to do, I noticed that she had left. She probably just went to the bathroom. I continued to talk to Mark about how the Family is doing. All of a sudden I heard a young man groan and I could faintly hear him say,"... You little b*tch " I glanced at Mark and he looked back and we speed walked to the site of the comment. As we were walking someone ran into me. "Ow che fanno male," i groaned as I stumbled backwards. "Oops sorry gramps" I heard Autumn say with a slight laugh. "Why were you running innamorato." I asked out of curiosity. I saw Autumn's face fall a bit. "Dolcezza, what's wrong?" I quickly hugged her tight. "Gramps it's alright. I just ran into Ryan and he tried to have a conversation with me but I didn't care so I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm. He tried to say he was sorry but I don't forgive him so I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine." After my bellissimo granddaughter told me this, I was furious. "Where is he?" I asked with a stern voice. Nobody touches my granddaughter without my permission. "Gramps, like I said it's fine I just really want to shoot something, so can we do that, Please???" She asked with puppy eyes. I chuckled. She always knows how to make me smile and get her way. "Fine, nipote femmina lets go shooting."
Autumn's POV
Gramps paid for our target range time and we were led to the back of the warehouse to pick out our guns. Since Grandpa was a friend of Mark, we got a VIP spot at the range. Grandpa chose an AK-47 assault rifle and I chose a simple pistol. "Oh no sweetheart, that's a boring pistol. I got something special for you." Mark said as he pulled out a box from a cupboard. He handed the box to me and I carefully opened it. Inside was a Tiffany and Co. teal pistol. "Oh my god it's beautiful." I gasped as I picked up the weapon. "And it's all yours." Mark said. "Thank you so much Mark."
Mark left shortly after and it was time to try out my new gun. Grandpa was already firing away hitting every target perfectly. I put my gold bullets inside the gun, aimed, then fired. I shot the target perfectly, hitting the outline of person right in the heart. Grandpa smiled at me. "Way to go principessa." After an hour of shooting we decided to go get lunch. It was 12:45 and we were starving as we got into the Lamborghini I, again, plugged in the AUX cord and Wild by Troye Sivan came on. I hummed along as we drove to a burger diner that my Mum and Papa ate at when they first met. Grandpas phone went off. "Ciao? Costa intendi? Si. Siamo sulla nostra strada." (Translation: Hello? What do you mean? Yes. We are on our way.) Grandpa stopped the car and put his head in his hands. I could hear sobbing. "Grandpa whats wrong?" I asked as I tried to pry his hands off his face. He looked up to me. His face was red and there were tears streaming down. "Grandpa tell me what is going on?" I pleaded. "It's the I-irish. They struck again."