Mr. Mafia

Eight

I just stared at him. Not knowing what to say. Well I perfectly knew what to say, but if I opened my mouth, all hell would break lose. I felt anger. How could he go through my things? You don't seem me going upstairs and snooping through his shit.

He kept looking and me with his piercing green eyes. Son of a bitch, I thought. He moved closer to me, slowly. Like hungry lion, moving with caution, not to make its food run away. "Did cat catch your tongue?" Alessandro spoke.

Now he was looking down at me, he was literally 2.5 fucking centimeters away from me. "My mother always told me if I didn't have anything nice to say, to not say anything at all." I said, looking away.

"When has that ever stopped you?" Alessandro said, now pulling away sitting back to the edge of the bed.

"Why are you here?" I said with bitchness in my tone.

"This is my house, I can do and go wherever I please," Alessandro said.

Keep calm, Maria, keep calm

"No, your house is over there," I said pointing back, "this is my shed, where I sleep. Where I keep my things. Where I clearly didn't let you go through my things."

"I didn't go through your things."

Oh

My

Fucking

Christ

Was he sane? Did he really just say he didn't go through my things?

"Really because your holding one of my rings." I said.

Alessandro just looked down at my ring. "You said that You were so in love with Ricci and that he was your fiancé and shit."

Well I'm stuck here. I might as tell him.

"I never said i was in love with him." I said walking over to my vanity.

"And yet you were going to marry him." Alessandro said and again I knew how it sounded.

I took a deep breath. "I was never going to marry Ricci. I only said that so you would let me go. Clearly it didn't work"

"Clearly." Alessandro said.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Because, this is my  property. And I can come and go as I please." Alessandro said walking towards me.

He was tall. Very tall. I had to look up at him. "But my jewelry, isn't your property." I replied snatching the ring out of his hand.

"What did I say about you talking back?" Alessandro said.

"Just tell me why you're here." I asked sitting on my bed.

"I thought you were back from the market. So I came here to tell you that when I give you something, you fuckïng take it." Alessandro yelled.

More like yell at me.

"I'm sorry that I'm not a cock money hungry whore." I snapped back.

"You need to stop before I add another month." Alessandro said. I could slowly tell that he was getting angrier by the second.