Surviving The Mafia

Part 2

Part 2

We arrived in front of Moda Passione after two hours. The whole car ride had my heart pumping through my veins. I had no idea how Maril was doing in a mansion full of beefy men while Aresco was with me—he was really irresponsible, leaving my sister like that all alone. I mean, if he had captured her, he should at least keep her company. Then again, who would want to be in the company of Aresco? Not me, that was for sure.

"Where is your house?" Aresco asked me.

"Oh, I don't have a house," I replied, trying to see if there was anyway I could escape.

"Where do you live?" He enquired, sounding frustrated.

"In my apartment," I answered, staring out the window.

Aresco growled. "I just asked you that," he snapped.

"No, you asked me where my house was. And I don't live in a house, I live in an apartment, there is a difference you know," I said.

Aresco sighed heavily, as if he was physically restraining himself not to do something rash. I on the other hand looked at him to make sure he wouldn't explode.

"Fine, where is your apartment?" He gritted his teeth.

I smiled cheekily at him. "In Florence."

"Dragonfly, don't test my patience. Tell me where your apartment is." It looked like Aresco was trying to control himself from strangling me.

"Okay, let me out of the car and I won't test your patience," I said, trying to open the door but found it locked.

"You're not getting out of this car until you tell me where your apartment is," Aresco stated.

"But I can't tell you where it is," I whined.

"And why not?" He enquired, sighing once more.

"Because you're a stranger," I replied. "Now, let me out." I knocked on the window for emphasis.

I thought he wouldn't comply, but when the locks clicked and I was able to open the door without any problems, I was surprised.

"Wow, thanks for the ride...uh...what's your name?" I asked.

"I thought you already knew, it's Aresco," he replied.

"Oh, so that is really your name, as in your first name? Kinda weird, but I guess you're Italian and I'm not really familiar with Italian names. Oh well, thanks for the ride, Aresco dude, I'll see you...never," I uttered. The truth was, I was going to see him again, when I would come and rescue my sister and bring the police with me.

I didn't wait for him to respond, I quickly got out of the car and shut the door. Just as I turned to walk on the sidewalk, Aresco sidled up next to me with a grin on his face. What the hell was he upto?

"You didn't really think I was going to let you go by yourself, did you?" He asked. Judging by the tone of his voice, I believed he was being rhetorical.

"Umm, trust me, I am not going to go wandering in the dark like last time. I'm a big girl, I can find my way, but it's sweet of you to worry." Damn it! I didn't want a criminal to know where I lived.

"Oh trust me, dragonfly, I'm not worried about you getting lost." He took out his gun but didn't point it at me. It was clear he was threatening me, letting me know that he was going to shoot me if I did something suspicious.

"Okay then," I said then headed towards Moda Passione. Maybe I could outsmart Aresco and make a run for my apartment. I just hope he ran at the speed of a turtle.