The Mafia's Charming Mate

Palermo was quite cool and calm that Monday morning as everyone rushed to their workplace. The wet streets and roads added to its beauty and it smelled like goodness since it had been a while the gangs fought each other. Ever since Rocco Lorenzo took over the throne from his father, Bruno Lorenzo, all the gangs that caused trouble had been cleared off without a trace.Rocco doesn’t appear anyhow or anywhere and he was much respected because he is known for being a man of his word. Every other gangs outside Palermo knew their boundaries and would never trespass but there was one gang that shared Palermo with him, the Vamp Mafia group.The group calls themselves the tiger of Italy and it was being head by Lord Marcello who was another psychopath. He had been on the other side of Palermo where he protected his territory until Rocco took over. Being the owner of the biggest vineyard, he had so much pride and abused so many people. Most of his workers were lying under the green grass as ma

My eyes flew open at the sound of a loud cough and it was met with the slight darkness of the room. Every windows and doors were shut at my command and the only light illuminating the room was a red light coming from the far end of the room.I turned to see someone on my bed coughing and adjusting herself before diving into another round of heaving snoring. She was sounding like an over-packed truck and that got me mad big time. My hand connected to the mini apple shaped table beside my bed and it produced a bang loud enough to shake the building.The lady flew up fearfully as she scanned her environment to make sure a war had not broken out.“What are you?” I growled deeply and she sat there looking at me with the blanket around her heaving chest“Did I just ask a statue a question? Am I not talking to a human? Cat got your tongue!?” questions flew out of my mouth endlessly while she shook at my voiceShe managed to find her voice but couldn’t respond audibly. “You… I… got here… last

|Bojana|Rocco had always been like that. We fought over and over before we got to this close stage and nobody can ever understand us. We found ourselves at our lowest and ever since then, we worked our way up.In blood, sweat and tears.I had seen Rocco in almost all types of his emotions but one thing he never did was break down in front of me. There were times I heard him cry in his room but never in front of me even though I did that a lot on his shoulders.He never let anyone be in his bed till the following morning for their own sake because he would always wake up with a nasty temper. The dreams that wakes him up always prompted him to be violent so he detested having someone on the receiving end of his rage.I had warned the bed warmer not to ever sleep till morning by his side but I guess my warnings fell on deaf ears and she had seen for herself what the consequences of her disobedience was. As we walked along the long hallway, I could hear tiny sobs coming from her as she e

|Rocco|As the car sped to the meeting point, I couldn’t keep what the strange lady said off my mind. It kept pressing no matter how I tried to shut it out. Who was she? How come she wasn’t afraid of me? How did she know that I was going for a meeting? What exactly did she mean that I would die if I attend the meeting?“Cosi frustrante (So frustrating)” I found myself blurt out and a deep sigh left my throat as I rested my back and closed my eyes. Bojana told me not to mind her words but I didn’t make a sound. She wouldn’t stop there and I knew that so I was prepared for her lectures.“Rocco, you are not someone to be moved by a thing so insignificant. She purposely got in your way just to get money and since you were generous enough to give it out because I know that you didn’t fall for her trick, she just said the nonsense to get you hooked. She’s not worth your attention so just be rest assured” “Matteo proposed that it should just be us and he also gave his word that he will only

|Irena|He retracted from the door and marched over to my side once more. The discomfort on his secretary’s face was so obvious but I couldn’t care less. I just avoid her gazes and bent down to pick the remnants of my bike.“You, what are you?” I heard him question at my back but I didn’t flinchI comfortably packed my bike and stood up to face him “It’s not what, it is who. How can one be so full of himself?” His statement got me hissing as I turned to go on my way. I could feel his eyes on my entire body but I struggled to get out of there as soon as possible without tripping, the fear had gripped me too much.I could hear the car’s ignition after some minutes but I never dared looked back and just continued on my way before it zoomed past me.“I hope I am not in trouble” I mumbled to myself and sought cover before my heart almost dropped“Oh my!” the pajamas man had jumped out of nowhere once again, demanding for his money of courseIn anger, I threw three hundred dollar bills at