Hijo En Italiano Novels & Stories

“Sì?” She cocked her head to the side as she repeated what he said. “What’s ‘sì’?” “It’s ‘yes’ in Italian.” “Italian? You're Italian?” “Yes. I am from Italy. You are also Italian.” He stated. “I am? But I’m not from Italy; I'm from Devnia.” The little girl corrected. “Am I Italian, too?” Her brother asked, and he chuckled. “Yes. Half. Both of you are half Italian.” “And mum, is she Italian too?”

Angel said, I glared at him, before I could speak my father beat me to it. “Tornerò per mio figlio Angel, mi assicurerò che tu sia messo in ginocchio! Questa non è la fine! (I will come back for my child Angel, I will make sure you are brought down to your knees! This is not the end!)” My father spoke in Italian, I didn’t understand a thing he said. He looked angry though and Angel didn’t look baffled by whatever he had said.

Translation: mio papà mi ucciderà- my dad will kill me Più forte- harder

Romeo repeats, this time waving at Enzo. “Hi,” Enzo retorts, frowning at him before his gaze meets mine again. “Has she been eating?” I part my lips but I'm interrupted by the underboss, “Di chi è questo bambino?”(Whose kid is this?) Alessio frowns, staring at Romeo like he just now noticed him. ”Sombera l’uomo mortal.” (He looks like the dead man.) “Alessio,” Enzo warns and Dominic laughs while Alessio raises his hands in defeat. “I would like to see her before I leave, Where is she?”

Giovanni raised his head at Bella in an honorable manner. "sono felice di incontrarti finalmente, Bella." (I am delighted to finally meet you, Bella) Bella smiled and spoke in Italian. "Sono felice di incontrarti nel tuo giorno speciale, nonno. Buon compleanno," (I am happy to meet you on your special day, Nonno. Happy Birthday)

his mother says on the other end. "Madre," he says sitting up. "ciao figlio mio," she says, smiling at the sound of her son's voice. [Hello my son] "Ciao madre. Come stai oggi?" [Hello mother. How are you today?] "Sto bene figliolo," she says. [I'm okay son] "Ho sentito che hai litigato con i tuoi fratelli, è vero?" She asks, raising her brow as if her son could see her.

the voice from the other line says, with a heavy Italian accent, similar to Marcellos, "Wait what? Why? I didn't even do anything," "No you didn't brother," she said in a sarcastic tone, "Mi hai messo su? la mia vita è più in pericolo ora idiota." ( You put me up? my life is in more danger now idiot!)

Stop crying Mummy] He was shouting now and shaking Alcina like a rag doll, ‘Smetti di piangere, smetti di piangere’ [Stop crying, stop crying] He dribbled and then his eyes darkened, ‘Sei molto carina, Gio ti vuole come mamma‘ [You are very pretty, Gio wants you like he did Mama] His fleshy paw reached for her breast and he squeezed it making her cry out then his hand moved over her belly, ‘Apri le gambe abbastanza dai a Gio la tua figa o ti farà male come mamma [Open your legs pretty give Gio your pussy or he will hurt you like Mama]

” = Boss, thank you for the invitation to meet my brother. “L’omicidi di picciriddi nun fannu parti di la nostra famigghia. Nun vulemu trattari cu iddu, la so morti è chiddu ca ti vogghiu ca sia." = Child murders are not part of our family. We don't want to deal with him, his death is what you wish it to be.

Joseph went to stand by the window looking outside but I know he'd be listening in. "You called to see me. This better be important" I said to Alberto and the older man grinned. "I have no pleasure in wasting your time, Figlio." He said and my heart warmed at the endearment. He used to call me that once upon a time. It means Son in Italian. And he's using it now. I darted my eyes to my hand on my thigh. "Speak then" I mumbled. "I know you already know who's behind this" He spurted and I nodded.