Regina del Mafiosa (Queen of the Mafia)

Taking Flight

Gianna's

Yeah forget him anyways! Skulking off I shot him one final look of "jump off a cliff and land in shit," on my way out. The nerve of nonna, cazzo. (Dick)

Hmmph. I threw myself down in my little spot back behind the shop, laying on a blanket. I put it out in the mornings and take it when I leave in the evening. It's my reprieve from it all. Of course the boys tease me about it being my 'lounge', but I run everything around here. As I see it I deserve my little slice of heaven. Especially putting up with that vecchia merde. (Old shit)

I lit up my joint that I had grabbed out of cigarette pack. Yeah I know. I'm a smoker. Hell if you had to single handedly run three businesses, and a family of umpteen men I promise you'd be a smoker too! It's my only relief seeing as how I can't get laid. Thank God Enzo understands my plight and helps me find the stuff. Lord knows if I had to have a conversation with a male that didn't have similar DNA to mine it would never happen, and then I'd go crazy and probably shoot the place up. Which I still haven't ruled that out I thought as I took a long pull from my j. This caused me to start coughing like I was dying. Ah well you don't cough you don't get off as they say.

I started thinking about my grandma Wondering why she left. If she had left my nonno because of his over-bearing ways and child-like temperament. Hell I don't know if she left, or if she dead like my mom and Dad. My nonna was out of the picture long before my mom had any of us, and mamma and papa died in a car accident when Nicole was just a baby and I was five. So I have no memories of them really mabey a couple but the are pretty hazzy.

It's easier to think of them when I'm high. Not that I really know what I'm missing as I was so young. I always had my nonno and my nonna (my nonno's madre) growing up, and that was just fine with me.

I lay on my blanket starting up at the sky, smoking my doobey, remembering baking with my nonna in the kitchen after mamma and papa had passed, and I asked if they were in heaven with my other nonna. She looked at me so hard then told me that woman was never my nonna, that she had never earned the right to be referred to as nonna by any of us kids, and that is the only words I've ever heard uttered of the woman. I was smart enough even at that age to realize it was a subject above reproach.

Right as I finish that thought I hear something around the side of the building to see the handsome Italian that had been talking with my nonno. I jolt up on the blanket, immediately starting to hack up a lung while simultaneously trying to put out my j.

"Oh mia principessa, per favore, don't stop on my account. I would like speaking with you while you are enjoying yourself." The rather short well dressed Italian with large, beautiful gray eyes, said to me, softly.

I couldn't reply to him. Just simply couldn't. I just sat there like a knot in a log. I didn't know to respond. I don't know how to flirt like the other girls I had went to school with. Those girls were more his style. The Kansa sun must really be starting  to get to his head. No man has ever spoken to me like that in my life. Especially not in Italian, but I do have to admit it was a giant turn on, to have this handsome man speaking to me in Italian.

All could do was just sit there and blush like a fool. Just think of something funny or smart to say, I thought. "Grazie," was all I could manage to verbalize. I mentally kicked myself in the ass , all I could do was just sit there beet red like a dim-wit.

"Oh il mio amore, you have no idea what it's like for me to hear a woman as beautiful as you speaking our language as well as you do. It does things to me." Oh my dear Lord he finished that statement by wagging his eyebrows at me.

Oh gravy. The only way this interaction could get any worse was if I were to puke on his nice designer shoes. I have that feeling that my stomach is up in my throat so it's really just a matter of time before Mr. Sweet-talking Perfect-face gets to wear my lunch on his expensive shoes for the rest of the day, but thankfully I manage to swallow that lump back down.