The mafia mans daughter

The journalist

He approached me. His eyes slowly scanned the room as he walked toward the bar. He passed me by only an inch. I looked slowly, nervously, behind me to find him staring into my eyes and looking through into my soul. His blazing blue eyes invading my thoughts, ripping out all the secrets I'd buried for years managing to hide them away, and in an instant he was able to read them all. My heart was leaping out of my chest.

What could i do? There was nowhere for me to run. His henchmen blocked every door, i was trapped...
Wait i forgot, you dont know the beginning, let me take you back to two weeks ago.

It was a cold and rainy morning just like any other. I rolled over and noticed a sudden pounding headache. Why? I meandered to the bathroom. As i was finishing, I heared a knock on the front door. "Just a second!" i yelled. I hurried to at least look somewhat presentable to whoever may be at the door. My lipstick had finished so I'd have to make do with brushing my teeth and combing my matted mess i called hair.

I looked through the peep hole and saw a young man with a long coat and briefcase. His hair was scruffy and tangled. I guess I didn't need to brush my hair. He had his head bowed. I couldn't see his face. His briefcase looked like it was real leather. I guess I'd find out when i finally invited him in. I'd be able to tell by the smell. I kept looking him up and down wondering who he was. He approached the door once again to knock. I opened before he could. My headache still there but lighter now.

"Oh hello, i was just about to... Nevermind. I'm looking for Andrea Bartonelli" his voice was deep but sounded nervous which gave it a higher pitch. I didn't know what to say. Should i tell him it was me? Who was he?
"May i ask why you'd like to see her?" I didn't want to be rude but i needed to find out who he was.
"I'm Adam Clayton, I'm here on behalf of 'The New Pages' to interview her about her family, i cant go into much detail" his eyes were green, I could see them now. He looked even more nervous than he sounded. But why did he want to ask about my family? I didn't need these kind of problems coming back to haunt me once again.

"I'm sorry i think she's out at the moment" I didn't know what to say, I couldn't tell him it was me.
"That's okay, do you mind if i wait for her?" He seemed more confident now, maybe him knowing the daughter of the greatest mafia lord in Italy wasn't in the house calmed him a bit. What could i say? I felt bad saying no, he had such a sweet face. I didn't want to be rude. If he knew who i was would he be scared again?

"Of course, come in. Though she may be a while." What was i doing. He was going to be waiting for someone who would never appear. How stupid could i be. "Do you want any tea or coffee?" I was digging a deeper hole. How could i have been such an imbecile.

"Yes pease, i'll have coffee, one sugar please" His voice was huskier now, no high pitched nervousness. He took off his long coat and draped it over his arm after taking off his shoes. "Of course, make yourself at home" He sat down as i entered my tiny cramped kitchen. Whilst making the coffee i secretly watched him as he awkwardly tried to sit in a comfortable position without looking too relaxed. He was working after all.

I finished the coffee and brought it in on a saucer because that's what posh people do and i had the odd feeling of needing to impress. As i sat opposite him i could definitely tell his briefcase was real leather. We sat in awkward silence for a while. Neither of us knew what to say. He drank his coffee slowly. He was careful. "So how long have you been working at 'The New Pages' then" i asked. I didn't know what else to say other than 'I'm Andrea Bartonelli the daughter of Giacometti Bartonelli the most feared mafia lord in the whole of Italy, nice to meet you'.
"About 4 years" he looked at me. I looked at him. The atmosphere was tense. What would we say? He was waiting for the person sitting right in front of him. What would i do?

"Is Andrea your roommate?" He asked. A strand of his hair fell into his eyes but it didn't seem to bother him.
"Yeah i guess you could call her that" How else was i supposed to respond. This was going from bad to worse. I needed to make him leave. Then i had an incredible idea that was bound to make him have to go.

Before i could pick up my phone to put my plan into action, Adam put down his saucer took out his little notepad and asked "So what do you know about Andrea's personal life and family?" Was he interviewing me? Was this allowed? Surely not? He didn't even ask me! What would i say now? "Miss? What is your name?" Okay now i was stuck, i had to stick to the plan and it had to happen now.

I picked up my phone. "Oh look its Andrea! Hey, where are you? Oh you're not coming home until tomorrow? Oh you're staying with some friends? Oh ok, ill see you tomorrow then. Ok, bye now." I pretended to phone down. "Mr Clayton I'm sorry but she wont be back today, maybe come back again another day to interview her"
"Oh don't worry i'll come back again tomorrow to talk to her"
He got up pulled on his coat grabbed his suitcase, put on his shoes and walked out the door but not before saying "see you tomorrow Miss Bartonelli." He knew.