Two Broken Hearts

Chapter one:

A/N: Hi! I'll be quick! I wanted this first conversation to be in Italian and to be Italian or Russian mafia but I didn't really feel like going on Google to translate for every word that is going to be in another language in the future. I do know Croatian because I was born in Croatia so... That will be the language of the mafia/gang. Hope you'll like it!

First rule of mafia:
Omerta comes before family

Flashback:
"Karla, ne diraj to!" ("Karla, don't touch that!") Matteo yelled from across the field. I accidentally touched a poisonous flower and my hand instantly started to burn. "Aghh! Boli!"("Aghh! It hurts!") I cried.

Matteo rushed to me and immediately went for some ice. When he came back he held it in my hand and gently rubbed it. I was sobbing now. It really did hurt.

"Hey, nemoj plakati, sve će biti u redu." (Hey, don't cry. Everything is going to be OK.") He removed the ice and pecked my hand where it hurt.

I even think that, that was the first time I really thought that I fell in love. Yes, when I was 7 years old. With the boy I spent most of my childhood. And that moment was something I remembered until now.
9 years later, it still is the memory I treasure.

Present time:

"You know better than to do that Maria!" No one called me Karla anymore. That name was forbidden. I hated it. It brought pain thinking about what I had to endure back in Croatia. My normal life was there until it was taken away and I became the assassin. It all started there and the thought of that made me sick.

"Maria! Are you listening?!" My father was yelling at me and I wasn't really interested in that.

"Odgovori mi!!" ("Answer me!")
I narrowed my eyes: "Don't you ever talk to me in that language. Yes, father I heard you! Don't go in my business! If you give me a job and I do it right but not how you instructed it, then don't interfere!"

I was mad. Mad that I had this life and mad at my father who didn't care about my feelings at all.

I quickly moved pass him and stopped outside to smoke a cigarette. I was frustrated. I know I shouldn't smoke, I'm just 16, but I don't really care... I don't care about a lot of things clearly.

I stopped being happy a while ago. I guess that with this life you can't really be happy. Ever since... Him. Everything changed once he was gone from my life. Not even a goodbye. I was crushed. Matteo was a big part of my childhood for 13 years. Then he disappeared.

I didn't want to admit it, but I always thought about him and where he is now. Is he leading a better life than me? Probably.

I went back inside. As I was walking thru the kitchen Adrian walked past me. He was the guy my father trusted the most, probably because he was here before I even was born.

He stopped beside me and grabbed me by my arm. I snatched my arm away but he leaned in close, to my ear. "Your faith Maria, lays in my arms." He whispered to me very quietly. I was confused. Is he threatening me? I wasn't sure.

I moved on from that little scene into my room. Well... Not really mine. I didn't feel at home in this room but I still slept in it.

As I was drifting off to sleep a memory was dancing in my head.

"A u ku*ac Karla! Po prvi put osjetim nešto osim mržnje i adrenalina i to na tebi, i onda se ovakvo nešto dogodi i... Ma sve je otišlo u tri pi*ke materine!" ("Dammit Karla! For the first time I feel something more than hate and adrenalin rush and it's on you. And then something like this happens... Everything is going to hell!")

He was mad, frustrated and un spilled tears where visible in his beautiful dark brown eyes. I was just 13, I didn't really know love. I knew tho... That I really did love this boy. He was really special to me and it hurt me to see him like this.

"Matteo što je bilo? Reci mi!" (Matteo, what's happened? Tell me!") I was starting to tear up too. He looked at the floor and shook his head. Then he looked up at me again and came close. Really close. He was 16 at the time. And that was a lot of difference to me. He swiped the tears away from my cheek with his thumb and looked at me with... Regret?

He kissed my forehead and hugged me. After that... He said something I would never forget or understand to this day.

He bent his head down to my ear and parted his lips so I felt his breath right there. I shivered at this next words not knowing what it meant. "Omerta."

He looked at me one more time after that and walked away..
I didn't saw him for almost 4 years. People didn't know where he was and I was heartbroken too young.

I closed my eyes at the memory as I felt myself drifting off to sleep. But not before spearing one tear that slowly made it's way on my cheek.