Mafia Made Love (BWWM) (18+)

MML: Chapter XVIII

Hannah's POV
As much as I don't want to admit it, I'm enjoying Italy. I've only been here for about two weeks. The new strip club is definitely a lot less sleazy and I'm making much more money than I was at the old club, believe it or not. Apparently it's got something to do with me being 'exotic'? I don't question it too much. It puts a very nice roof over my head and tasty food in belly.

I'm currently just sight seeing and enjoying the sun with Cleo or Cinnamon when we're stripping.

"You're enjoying yourself aren't you." Cleo teased.

"I guess. I like how peaceful it is, I haven't been this relaxed in a very long time." I admitted.

"Yeah this must be-." I cut Cleo off by halting my footsteps. Is there a fucking kid walking into the middle of traffic?!

I wanted to yell out but there was no time. Without thinking I ran into the middle of the road and swept the kid up in my arms, just missing a car. What the fuck?! Do these people not drive with caution? I mean I get that the kid is small but jheez. The car blared it's horn at me and I gave the driver the finger and walked to the other side of the road. The kid is crying really loud and I don't know what to do.

I saw Cleo dodging cars to meet me on the side of the road I was on. I sighed in relief and dumped the kid on her but he started to cry harder and reached his arms out to me. I rolled my eyes and took him back. This kid is clearly spoilt.

"What's your name kid?" I asked dryly. I didn't plan on becoming a fucking heroine today.

"Lio." He managed to get out through his tears.

"Okay we're gonna help you find your parents but I'm gonna need for your to stop crying. This is a white dress and it's getting see through in some places." Cleo slapped my arm. What? He is messing up my dress.

"Do you want ice cream Lio?" She asked him. He rubbed his eyes and nodded slowly. We must seem like the biggest weirdos right now.

"Fine. We'll get ice cream and then we're finding his parental unit. This is not my responsibility." I lowkey want some ice cream too, it's my favourite dessert but for the sake of appearances they don't need to know that.

The kid wrapped his arms around my neck and buried his head into my chest. He's cute, I'll give him that. No wonder his parents spoil him.

We found an ice cream truck and ordered our flavours. I got lemon with raspberry syrup because that's the only way to go, Cleo got cookie dough because she's basic and Lio got bubblegum- which he had a very hard time pronouncing- because he's a kid and kids love sugar.

"Do you know where your parents are?" I asked Lio as he made a mess with his ice cream.

"Ristorante." I was confused for a second and looked at Cleo for backup she shrugged her shoulders and kept eating away. Then it clicked. I don't know why it didn't straight away.

"They're at a restaurant." This kid can't say bubblegum but he can fucking say restaurant in Italian. Great.

"Which one though? We're in Italy. People here love to dine, there's practically a restaurant on every corner." Cleo pointed out. I frowned at that. She's right, we could walk for ages, not find the right one and then be stuck with some strangers kid.

"What's it called Lio?" I know he's a kid but he seems to be quite smart for his age.

"Marcello's." Marcello's? Where have I heard that before. I don't feel too good about this.

"I know where that is! We passed it earlier!"

"Lead the way then. I wanna go to the Gucci store." Cleo switched our directions and began chatting away. I wish I could respond to her but that's just not me anymore. I feel like the real me is locked away.