Two Broken Hearts

Chapter six

Fifth rule of mafia:
Look out for yourself

Matteo got me in his car and started driving. I didn't resist because it was pointless. He would win and I didn't want to humiliate myself. I was strong but not strong enough to take him. Maybe if I think of a plan.

He looked at me and smirked: "What are you thinking about Karla?"

I haven't heard someone call me that in a long... Long time. I almost forgot how it felt.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He looked at me with confusion: "What? Did I say something?"

I rolled my eyes and grunted a response: "Don't call me that."
He appeared as if thinking and asked: "What are you talking about? I called you Karla."

At the name I cringed. "That's not my name anymore." Matteo rolled his eyes: "Oh I know Maria!" He made fun of it.

"I see you did your homework on me. Nice!" I grunted and closed my eyes against the window.

"Well I had to. It's not every day you see your childhood friend being a ruthless killer."

I chuckled: "No it's not. Yet you and I both are... That. Just ruthless killers."

He looked at me and padded my hair: "Sweetheart you are a child, you are not a ruthless killer. I am tho. I'm not going to hold you for long but once I let you go, you will have a new life, life that's not... This."

I looked at him in confusion this time: "No! You won't change shit! I have a life that I have and I am perfectly happy with it. And I am good at what I do. Besides you said it yourself; there is no out in this life."

"Don't lie to yourself. You aren't happy. And if you were really good at what you do, you wouldn't be in this situation. And yes, there is no "out". You are going to be one of the rare ones to be free from this life without consequences."

I doubted that: "Yeah right. If you want me dead you are going to do that. I will be dead in a matter of seconds. Lots of people are mad at me. I killed someone's son, father, daughter, mother... Families. I killed a lot of people. And I have a target on me at this minute while I'm speaking. You can't go against the world just so I can be free from this life. I may not chosen this life and I may not be happy but I am not going to give it up so the innocent people die."

He chuckled: "Honey you forgot what you do for a living."

I looked at him intensely: "I NEVER kill the innocent. Remember that."

He laughed: "When you are sent to kill, do you get a sparkly little card saying why are you killing them. You didn't even know my name or how I looked and you came to kill me. Blindly. That was very stupid btw."

"Ugh! You frustrate me! Of course I don't get anything saying why am I killing but I do that on my own. I research the person to see what have they done, and believe me, they are not innocent."

He smiled: "No one is innocent in this world my dear."

I rolled my eyes and drifted of to sleep while he drove... Somewhere.

I felt someone shaking me. I grunted.
And the voice chuckled. Such a nice sound.

"Come on Maria! Wake up we're here." I pushed him away even if my body was aching to go out of the car in what I spend good amount of hours.

He laughed: "You're drooling. That's probably because you are dreaming of me. I wouldn't be surprised flower."

I opened my eyes and I was instantly irritated. Seeing his face made me want to kiss him and slap him at the same time!

I got out of the car and saw a big house. It looked like a hotel with it's big garden. I gawked at it.

"Close your mouth sweetheart."

I glared at him and closed my mouth quick. He chuckled and I followed him inside.

When we got in there were two twins in what seemed like a big living room. They were sitting on a big black couch playing on a PlayStation.

When they saw me and Mr. Boss walk in they nudged their head at me and one of them asked: "Oy who is the kid?" I rolled my eyes.

He seemed awfully young. Both of them. They had brown hair and the one who spoke was a little taller than the other and had green eyes, while the other one had brown- yellow eyes and he wasn't really paying attention to us.

Matteo looked at him uninterested: "Lucas don't be strenuous."

The boy whose name was Lucas just rolled his eyes and checked me out.

Then he whistled: "Not bad mami!"

I looked at him disgusted and he laughed: "Hablas Espanol nina?"

I knew a bit of Spanish but not enough to talk: "No, un tonto!"

He narrowed his eyes and his brother turned around and laughed. They started to say things to each other in Spanish and then started to fight.

Matteo then spoke: "Stop! We have more important things to do. Stop fighting!"

Both of them glared at each other and stood straight.

I laughed and all three boys looked at me.

Matteo spoke: "What's so funny?" I smiled at the three boys and answered: "It's funny how I'm the kid and you three are fighting and scolding at each other." I laughed

Matteo glared at me and then got out of the room. I narrowed my eyes: "Wow! He's uptight."

Both of the boys laughed and sat down again.

The other boy spoke: "I am Marcus and this is Lucas." His thick accent coming thru."

Lucas glared at him: "I can introduce myself." I laughed again.

"Hola! Encantada de conocerte! (Nice to meet you!)."

The boys flashed me their grins: "Uh, Mami! Your accent... Very nice." Marcos said looking up and down at me.

I laughed at that.

"So are you the new puta (bitch) for Boss?"

I gasped. No one calls me a bitch. Both boys looked at me. "I am no one's puta! And certainly not his!"

Lucas laughed: "OK, OK, lo siento." (Oprosti).

Days went by and I was sleeping in one of the guest rooms, hanging with Marcos and Lucas. Matteo was no where to be seen. And I didn't really care. Everything was peaceful without him. I would just fight with him anyway.

The life of a mafia was nothing I haven't seen before. Lots of gambling, money, weed, cigarettes, weapons and clubs.

I was sitting on a couch when a girl in nothing but undergarments walked in. She wore high red heels and red undergarments. She had blonde hair in curls over her shoulders. She wore a lot of makeup and seemed just... Bitchy.

She inspected the room and her eyes landed on me.

"Who the fuck are you?"