Mafia's Desires

It was just another bubbling night in the streets of Naples, Italy. It had poured down heavily earlier in the day. But now all that remained as evidence of the rain that had hammered down were the wet grounds, and a cool, calm breeze that stretched to every deep and dark corner of the streets.Yellow street lights, and blinding lights from distinct buildings gave the night a rather dazzling appeal. Tourists, giggling and pointing as they walked the brilliant streets. Vendors chanting and singing just to advertise their goods. Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins.Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labele

After his midnight meeting ended, he spent some extra time with his boss before dropping the man off. He too headed straight home.On normal days, Marco had his own small suite in Zeno's mansion where he mainly stayed. He had no extra social life outside his work, so he usually had no reason to go back to his apartment. He spent most of his days and nights in his boss's mansion.But tonight—tonight was different. Tonight there was something waiting for him to come home. I hope.If she was awake, he was sure she'd have tried to find her way out. He wondered if she succeeded, or if she was still sleeping comfortably.He could still remember the look on her face as she slept. She seemed calm and yet disturbed. Her hair spread out on the pillow, and it seemed to be calling him, to run his fingers through every single strand. Her legs long and slender, even though some parts of her thighs were blue from bruises, they still looked sexy. "Damn it!" He hissed, opening and closing his palms o

Having been told what the problem was, he instantly ran to where the whole show was taking place. Thankfully she had stopped her unpleasant bawling."Sir, you called for me?" Edoardo, who had taken a seat there, turned his head to look at him. "Why won't you marry her, huh? Mr. Dark knight" Zeno couldn't help but chuckle at the title. He also wondered why she called him that. "You could have just said yes and we all could have avoided this unnecessary drama. Well don't just stand there, you're Zeno the dark knight, so do something." the man says."Yes sir, I'll get her down.'' It was quite funny for him. While everyone else was exhausted and totally worn out, he was finding it funny."Hey! Piccola!" he called out to her. "Go away! I don't want to talk to you." She whined, shooting another shot, but not at him."Why do you keep shooting at me? Is he not the one you want?" Edoardo asks, confused as to why he was the target of her antics."Really? You don't want to talk to me again?