17• Micah.

'I wonder where that dick is going to.'

I said to myself as Sullivan disappeared among the crowd.

"Will you get out of the car now?" The maid whom I've come to know as Rosa-fuckin-lina snoots at me.

"To do what?" I fired back at her, fed up with her bossiness and commanding tone.

She's also the one who made me wear the satin gown that's busy covering all parts of my body with a canvas and my hair is with a bang.

"I guess you wish to be trapped inside then," Rosalina says about shutting the car door when I suddenly stop her.

"If you want me to alight from the car so bad..." I breathed out. "I will," I say climbing out of the car and feeling my hair fall on my back.

I heard Rosalina shut the door and I stopped on my track glancing back at her. "Where shall we go?" I ask looking around the bar that doesn't seem to meet my taste as it looks too ordinary.

"Siggiu miu," Rosa said.

"English please." I glared a bit at her and she sighed tiredly at my petty stubbornness.

"Follow me." She repeated what she had said in Sicilian before leading the way to the bar.

I walked behind Rosa to the bar where Italian people were, speaking Sicilian to themselves or whatever language that I didn't care to understand.

The bar's polished mahogany wood glowed with a warm, golden hue, and the air was heavy with the rich scent of Marsala wine. I knew the drink could be potent, but I had learned to savor its bold flavors without letting it make my head spin.

I sat on the barstool with Rosa beside me, she spoke some Sicilian to the bartender before turning to me.

"What would you like to drink?" Rosa asked.

"Nero d'Avola please," I replied.

"Oh, you know some good wine," Rosalina smirked turning back to the bartender, she spoke some Sicilian words to him and I couldn't help but correct her.

"Can you stick with English please?" I reminded her looking back at the club.

"What's your deal with me?" Rosa asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

"I could ask you the same thing," I retorted. "You seem to enjoy giving me orders." I rolled my eyeballs against her.

"I'm just following orders from Don Sullivan---" She began but her words trailed off when our eyes met.

"Don...?" I stuttered confusedly at what I just heard.

"No, I mean---"

"Your Nero d'Avola with chips and crackers is here." The barman interrupted placing a tray on the table.

"We better eat now before Master Sullivan gets back." Rosa said taking a glass of Nero d'Avola and she took a sip from it while I tried to clear away the 'Don's word I heard her say a minute ago.

I carried the cup and took a sip of the drink before eating the chips and crackers.

Rosa seemed flustered like she said a word she shouldn't have, and I knew better than interrogating her; I'd rather ask Sullivan myself.

And why the hell would he even be a Don? I laughed at the thought. Probably the word 'don was another meaning in the Sicily language.

"Pretty girl." A man who seemed to be in his thirties walked up to us. "I'm Federico." He said sitting beside me reeking of alcohol.

"I'm not interested." I simply said as I continued to eat the crackers.

"I see you're not even Italian." He said placing his hand on my back and I shot him a glare.

"Stai fuoricchi dèsta Federico." Rosa's voice was one of a warning but I wasn't interested in telling a pussy sucker to stay away from me because I hate it when strange men touch me without my permission.

"Get your filthy hands off me." I gritted glaring dreadfully at the fucked up half drunk Federico or whatever.

"How much for a night?" Federico asked already trailing his hand down to my waist.

I was thinking of smashing the Bicchierino cup on the asshole's head when Rosalina said some words in Sicilian, mentioning 'Don Sullivan again which had me glancing at her not noticing that the fucked up Federico already left.

"Could you please tell me why you're calling Sullivan, Don?" I asked. "Or is that another way of calling master?" I retorted with a suspicious look.

"None'o ya business," Rosa whispered asking for another drink from the barman, I glared a bit at her before gulping the remaining of the drink.

Focusing my attention back to the club, my gaze happened to meet with two burly men who were secretly staring at someone as if they were spying on them.

As I trailed my eyes to see who they were spying on, I ended up gasping at the person I saw.

Rosa seemed to notice my act, and she turned to take a glimpse at the person I was staring at before realizing it was Ginevra and she looked back at me.

"Shit, what's in the world is Ginevra doing here," Rosa muttered with her Italian accent while I trailed my eyes off Ginevra who was with a guy back to the two men secretly staring at her. "But why in the world are those men spying on her," I whispered self-consciously but Rosalina heard me.

As she glanced at the two men, their eyes met with hers and I heard her cuss in Italian again before facing me.

"We gotta get out of here!"