Control (1)

I didn't see the return trip pass by. My situation took over my mind.

My stilettos pounded the pavement, and I gritted my teeth as I saw men in black suits standing guard outside the doors of the building where I lived.

The two gorillas standing at the bottom of the stairs bow their heads slightly when they recognize me. I walk furiously and stop at their level without a glance at them.

"Cosa si fai qui? (What are you doing here?)," I ask through gritted teeth. I try to keep my annoyance aside. These men are not responsible for the actions of their Don.

"Facciamo la guardia, Signora Lucia."(We are on guard*)

"Perché? (Why?)"

However, I am grabbed by the arm and have to make monstrous efforts not to let out a scream. I know who it is just by the pungent smell of cigars and Cologne.

"Let me go, Santo. I don't want to cause a scene," I ordered him with falsely calm air.

"Don't talk with the minions, Lulu," he replies, pulling me toward the buildi