Two Broken Hearts

Chapter five

Fourth rule of mafia:
Never let them think you're scared

"I am the one you were supposed to kill flower." He said in my ear. His breath making me shiver.

I just stood there. Dumbfounded. I couldn't move. Ugh! Don't be such a pussy Maria! I told myself.

He chuckled darkly: "You can turn around, you know. I'm not holding a gun to your head. And I'm not going to kill you just yet."

That tore my heart a little: yet.

I rolled my eyes and said: "I don't want to see your ugly face, I am here to kill you not talk to you. Why don't you just end my suffering and spear me looking at your face."

I could feel his smirk against my ear: "Oh, how could I ever kill my flower." He said in a moking tone: "And it's no fun if you don't see me." He nudged me, telling me to turn around. I didn't listen, I didn't want to.

He laughed: "You know this is funny to me. A little girl from a small country thought to herself: Oh! I am big girl I could be in a mafia and I could kill people. Later you start to kill people without remorse and without giving a fuck. And now the big bad girl doesn't want to turn around because... What? She is scared. How ironic."

My hands were now in fists.

"Oh, so you do have feelings, you wanna fight?" He touched my shoulder and nudged me: "I don't have a whole day, come on, let's get this over with."

I sighed: "If I turn around, will you let me go?" I asked with a strange power in my voice, not letting him affect me.

He chuckled: "Sure." I didn't know if he was lying but I actually didn't have a choice. He made it seem like I did but we both knew I didn't.

I closed my eyes making a note to myself of how dumb I was by thinking this is going to be that easy, I didn't listen to my father's words when he said not to do that. But my father wants me dead anyway so I guess he didn't want me good either sending me on this mission.

I slowly turned around with my eyes closed. I was like that for 20 seconds and he slowly made his way with his hand from my cheek to my ponytail and he tightened his hold on it and pulled down. I whimpered slightly. My head was down so my neck was exposed to him.

He got closer, his breath on my ear: "You are still very beautiful." I gasped quietly as his lips touched my neck. He pecked my neck, barely even touching with his mouth. Just enough to make me feel it.

"Open you're eyes." He said and it wasn't gentle. It was an order. I opened my eyes and he released my ponytail and I lifted my head to look at him. He stood tall. At least 6'2. And I was just 5'4 which was nothing compared to him. He didn't change a lot. He was older than me so his features were almost the same.

He had a little stronger jawline and sharper features. He was a bit more masculine than before but not too much. Tattoos were on his neck and his arms. He had a small one on his right hand, which meant... Mafia.

He spoke first: "Now... You have to come with me, to talk about everything and just maybe... Why the fuck are you supposed to kill me? That's like going into suicide. And you're alone... You're really stupid and from the pictures I thought you were a pro."

I narrowed my eyes at him: "I am an assassin, not a mafia member really."

He smirked: "Yet you still have their imprint. You know there is no out in this life. Ugh! I would kill you just because you make me so mad. I made sure you had a good life by getting out and then you do... You do this! And out paths crossed which NEVER meant to happen."

I sighed: "You don't know shit! You got out of my life to make sure that I was good? You are mistaken! I was never good! I was horrible! And I turned out just fine, you don't have a say in what I'll do with my life. I'll be going now!"

As I turn around he grabbed my arm and I crushed into his rock hard chest. I grunted.

He chuckled: "Sorry love but you are coming with me." I furrowed my eyebrows: "You said I could go after I open my eyes, what's that all about."

He looked me seriously in the eyes: "Honey didn't they teach you, not to trust anyone." As he said that, his other hand went for my gun and he shot at someone behind me.

I looked behind and it was the guy I almost killed until he showed up.

I looked at Matteo once again: "What was that for?"

Matteo handed me my gun and whispered: "As I said, don't trust no one."