The Italian Mafia Boss

Chapter 1

Here I am, standing inside the empty room that had just become my café. I still couldn't believe that I managed to convince my parents to let me leave and move to a whole other country. I walked through the empty room and started to take notes of the furniture that I would need to make this place beautiful. 

Just when I had written down all the measurements I heard my phone ring. I walked over to the makeshift table, which was one of the boxes that I used when I moved and picked up my phone. I saw the caller id and was happy to see that it was my mother. I quickly picked up and held the phone to my ear.

"Hello sweetie, how are you? How is it there in Rome? You know that your dad and I are very worried about you, right? Oh no, we really shouldn't have let you lea..." I sighed and cut her off. 

"Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. You know that I can take care of myself, you both really don't need to worry." I knew that she would worry even though I told her countless times not to. 

"Sweetie, you know that I will always worry about you. You know that I can still come over and help you. I just have to book a ticket, I can be there tomorrow evening..." she started mumbling to herself "...that really isn't a bad idea. We can make the café a mother-daughter project and you won't have to be al..."  I put the phone between my ear and my shoulder so that I could continue writing measurements down.   

"Mom, you know you don't have to do that. I can take care of myself and you have to take care of the company and dad. He won't be able to survive without you,  you know that. 

"Yes, you are right sweetie.  I have to go now if you ever need any help, please call me or your dad and we will be there."

"Thanks, mom. You know I will. You go get back to work. I have to finish thing here. Thank you for calling." 

"No problem sweetie, remember you can always call us if you need any money or hel..."

I hung up before she could start the money conversation. My parents are the owners of the famous De Rose company. They are very successful back in the USA, which is why they didn't like it when I decided to move to Italy and open a café with the money I made.  I have been dreaming about this café since I was ten years old and I have been collecting money for almost nine years now. I have a degree from the University of Cambridge in economics and management studies. My parents forced me to get a degree so that I could take over the company one that. That was something I definitely don't want so here I am standing in my new future. 

After writing down all the measurements  I went to my apartment which is located right above the café. I walked to the kitchen, avoiding all the boxes, to make myself a cup of tea. I opened my laptop while I waited for the water to boil and started looking for furniture. 

Finally, after nearly five hours and four cups of tea, I found everything that I would need for the café. I decided that I could go to sleep peacefully since I found and ordered everything. I quickly took a shower, brushed my teeth and put my pajamas on and watched some series while I slowly fell asleep. 

At last, it was all done. I was standing at the entrance of the café and looked at the perfectly designed room and the freshly made pastries. It had been three weeks but I did it. I made my dreams come true, after so much struggling. 

It was seven fifty in the morning and the grand opening would be at eight. I was expecting a lot of people after all, I made a lot of friends and met a lot of people during the three weeks that I have been here.  I walked over to the counter and made sure that everything was ready, then I walked over to Mary, my new coworker, who was taking some cookies out of the oven. 

"Is everything ready here?" Mary turned around and looked at me.

"Yes everything is ready, I really hope that everyone will like it." I helped her put the cookies on different platters.

"I hope so too. We've worked really hard on this." I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall. "Oh my, it's almost eight. I'm going to start letting people in. Call me if you need any help."

I quickly walked to the front door and turned the closed sign around. I  already saw a few of my friends walking towards the café. I opened the door to let them all in. 

It was one o'clock and the café was overfull, it was hard to keep up with all the costumes. Mary and I were running all over the place and we were exhausted. After making sure that everyone was happy I walked over to a table where my new friends were sitting. Sofia, Angela, Marco, and Antonio were sitting and enjoying their coffee and pastries. 

"Hey guys, are you enjoying yourselves?" I took a seat next to Angela and Marco.

"Calla! This place is amazing. I can't believe that you did this all on your own." Sofia gushed.

"I can't believe that you didn't ask us for help, but we have all believed in you." Antonio joined in.

"Thank you very much guys, your opinion means a lot to me. I have to go now, please call me if you need anything." I stood up from my seat and walked over to a table with new customers.

It was 6 o'clock at last and Mary already went home. I was wiping down the counter and cleaning the rest of the café. Today had really been a success, the café was so full that we couldn't keep up. I was so happy that I made my dreams come true, I truly worked very hard to achieve this. I finished cleaning everything and decided to get dinner with my friends. 

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Hello guys!

This is the first chapter of the rewritten version of The Italian Mafia Boss. It is very different than the first version. I really like this concept better, I didn't feel inspired by the other version because I hadn't thought everything through when I started it. This is sort of a prologue with a little background information so that is why it is a bit on the shorter side. Please vote and comment if you liked it and give some feedback. 

Lots of love,

B