The Italian Mafia

Chapter 19

Today had been weird. Nina had almost assaulted me when I came back from Ambrogio's room this morning. She wanted to know all the dirt, as she put it. Though I had decided against telling her about the kiss. I didn't feel like she needed to know.

After Nina's assault, Ambrogio had come over. He said he had just gotten back from church, which surprised me. It was Sunday morning, but I had never expected him going to church every Sunday.

Though him going to church wasn't the must surprising. The most surprising thing about his visit was the single flower he had brought me. It was a simple pink lily, and it was very beautiful. I was so surprised that I hadn't reacted much to it before he had left me again. He was only in my room for a couple of minutes, but it was the most confusing minutes of my life. It was a very sweet gesture, but I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

He had kissed me yesterday, which I hadn't disliked, but I wasn't sure I liked it either.

These thoughts had been in my head all day.

Was I wrong for liking the thought of him? I had seen what he had done, but that was the problem. I had seen him do horrible things, but I had also seen him do the opposite. He wasn't horrible to the core. I had seen different sides of him, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

I jumped when a knock sounded on my door. I called for the person to come in.

I scrunched my brows. I didn't know her. It was an older woman, probably around 60. She was slender and very beautiful. She had dark eyes and black hair, with strays of grey scattered. She also looked very sweet.

"Hello," I said and tried to smile. She smiled back.

"Ciao, Bella," she said and pressed her hands together. She walked into the room and closed the door after her.

"Can I help you?" I didn't know what else to say. I had never seen this woman before.

"How are you feeling?" she tilted her head to the side.

"Fine, thanks." She looked at my bandaged leg and winced.

"Uh," she said and touched my leg just over the wound. "It's healing, yes?"

I nodded.

"Can I ask who you are?" she smiled and looked at me.

"I live here, Bella. And who are you?" she said, looking amused. I was surprised since I hadn't seen a woman here. Not one that looked like they lived here at least. Women I had seen enough of.

Since I didn't know if she was someone who needed to believe Ambrogio and I was dating, I went with the safe story. "I'm Ambrogio's girlfriend." The woman gasped slightly and then smiled brightly.

"The girlfriend! And what's your name, Bella?"

"Emma," I answered. She made an mm sound.

"A beautiful name. I'm Giada." The woman was clearly Italian with her thick accent. It was even thicker than Ambrogio's.

"Thank you. So is yours. What do you do here?" I was desperate to know more since I felt a little frightened. She had just come into my room, and I didn't know anything about her. She could be here to kill me for all I knew.

"Oh, no, no, Tesoro. I don't work here, I live here. Now, should we get some coffee and biscottini? I want to know all about you!"

"Uhm sure, we could do that," I said a little hesitantly. I didn't know her or her intentions. She didn't look evil, actually she looked like the nicest woman ever, but in this house, you couldn't be sure of anything.