Tomato Red (Spamano ~Boyxboy~)

Chapter 3- Lovino

Lovino woke up alone in his apartment, again. It had been a week now since the mysterious visitor last knocked. He rolled over and tried to fall asleep again, but seeing that this wasn't going to happen, he proceeded to drag himself out of bed.

(Lovino's Pov)
As soon as I stood up, I fell back down again. An intense pang of hunger followed. I had no food left in the house. I had even finished the pack of 1,000 oyster crackers that I had bought earlier in the month. To be honest, I hadn't eaten much at all for three days. I couldn't let this be the fourth.

I had to venture into the "real world" and get some food. I also had to go and look for some job interviews. I couldn't live off of what my grandfather left me forever.

I threw on a black hoodie, some jeans, and my black converse. I took a deep breath and walked out my apartment door. Eventually I made it outside.

I started walking to the nearby market. I walked in the alleyways and along the backroads, for I was trying to avoid seeing too many people.

Eventually I arrived at the market. I bought two crates of tomatoes, some pasta, some oyster crackers, and a 1/2 gallon of vanilla ice cream. I put them all in my leather side bag.

I walked along the backroads and avoided the main streets for the same reason as earlier.

I thought I heard some movement coming from behind me. I quickly turned around. No one was there...

Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm. I wiggled loose and started running. I heard someone shout "Seamus! Can't you do anything right!? Who let one of the unofficial members start this one?"

I glanced in the direction of the voice, and I tripped over a crack in the concrete. I landed flat on my face. Before I could get up, someone picked me up and was holding me up in the air. I started kicking, but I couldn't get loose.

Suddenly, a younger looking man came out from the shadows. "Don't worry! We're not gonna kill you!" He said with a smile. "Just give us your money, and we'll be taking these too."

He reached for my tomatoes. Suddenly, a wave of rage came over me. I kicked forward and hit that man right in the face. The man holding me was kind of surprised, so he loosened his grip for a moment. That was just enough for me to break free.

He reached for me again and I kneed him in the groin. I heard someone coming behind me. I swung my right elbow back, and luckily it hit them in the stomach. They fell over and I grabbed their gun. I pointed it at the person who was talking to me earlier. I assumed they were the leader.

"No one steals my tomatoes! NO ONE!" I grumbled.

Suddenly, he started laughing and clapping. "Good job! We were just hoping for some quick cash, but we just gained a new member instead! You're Italian, right?"

I was kind of confused. "Yeah..."

"Great! Guys, meet our newest member, uh... What's your name?"

"L-Lovino" I lowered the gun.

"Meet our newest member, Lovino!"

"Wh-what?!"

"You're joining our mafia! I'm Marcello, the leader!"

"I never said that I was joining your mafia of cheeky bastards and high school dropouts!" I was not only awkwardly confused, but I was also getting very mad.

Marcello laughed and nodded at the man who grabbed me first. The next thing I knew, he was pointing the gun at me, and Marcello had a knife on my throat.

"You were saying?" This time Marcello's smile was more twisted and had a dark undertone. It seriously scared me how quickly he went from casually smiling to this.

"You're choice. Join us and have a good chance of making it big or end it now." The man with the gun to my head said.

I squirmed a bit and tried to get away.

"I would just join. You're Italian. Lucky. You have a chance to do really well with us." The same man said. This time I noticed his red-orange hair and slightly freckled face. Everything about him screamed Irish.

I gave them a glare.

Marcello pressed the knife into my neck slightly, but enough to draw blood. "So what'll it be?"

"Ok! Fine." I finally said. He released the pressure he had on the knife. "I'll join."

Marcello handed the knife to the man with the gun. "Good job, Rovino!" He patted my head "I knew that you would be quite valuable!"

"It's Lovino..."

"I know!" He smiled at me. This time, it was back to his normal, bright smile.

Then I remembered my neck. "Marcello! You just cut my fucking neck!? I don't just carry bandages with me!"

His smile faded and turned into a glare. "Well, you should start. Meet us here tomorrow. Seamus is going to follow you home. If you don't show, then we will find you."

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Marcello= Seborga
Seamus= Ireland
*Note: both of these characters don't have a definite character, so I've filled in the blanks of their personalities to best fit this story. They probably aren't like other stories you've read. (Especially Ireland.)
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*Another Note: Marcello calls Lovino Rovino once. He is making fun of him. Rovino translates (from Italian) to "I messed up/ I ruin".