Little Italy Movie 소설 & 이야기

Luca's POV The house was quiet when I stepped in. Louisa was the first to appear, her footsteps soft on the floor as she came to meet me. “Welcome back sir,” she said in Italian. I gave her a short nod. “Thanks, Louisa. Please, don’t worry about dinner. I’m not hungry.” She looked like she wanted to say more, maybe ask if everything was okay, but I didn’t give her the chance. I climbed the stairs without another word, loosening my tie on the way up.

"This is good. This is cool. This is interesting, and this is... hmm... pretty wild. Nicholas probably won't let you sleep while you're in your underwear like this." Josephine was wide-eyed to see Anna taking on a variety of colors and sexy lingerie styles. "Anna ... oh, are you crazy?" Anna giggled. "Italy is always impressive. A lot of films about the Mafia are told about Italy. Hmm ... I think Lynn has mentioned several titles, The Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, and several others. Lynn is very fluent when it comes to the mafia." Josephine looked up at Anna's bright face and sparkling truly eyes. "Anna?"

--- “Red, we are here.” I stirred awake. The plane had landed. Michael was standing beside my chair with a soft smile. “Michael, where are we?” “You will see.” He stretched out his hand, and I took it. He led me out of the plane. “Oh my God.” It was so beautiful — like a little paradise. “Welcome to Sardinia — La Maddalena Archipelago, Italy.” “Italy? We are in Italy?” I screamed in excitement and hugged him. This was amazing. This was the best date ever.

I lift the pizza boxes up to make him see what I'm holding. "Someone ordered a dozen pieces of pizzas, Sir. The address says it's in this block." "Are you sure?" He asks again. "Is there a name on it?" I grope my pant pockets to find again the piece of paper. When I finally found it, I lifted it up to read what's written. "It says Little Boss..." I read it out loud. "Oh, he's inside the auction room. I think his bodyguards are waiting outside just at the right side of the hotel. You can just leave them there."

“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?”

Her voice sounded closer like she was coming nearer to me. Which I wished she didn't. The four of them came to stand in front of me, towering over me and then studied me for a while. "Pensi che sia lei quella giusta?" One of them with a cross tattoo on his forehead asked in Italian. They were asking if I was the one. They were looking for someone. I took a few more steps backwards bumping into the mannequin behind me while another one who was bald stepped closer to my face, leaning in and examining it. He then shook his head, "No. Questo è troppo giovane."

"You fucking Italians thought that I was going to forget about my father's death, You Italian whore!" Igor's eyes were shining in rage as he eyed Aria from head to toe. Aria was silently watching Igor's every movement. Her instinct told her that she had to defend herself today. And not only herself but her baby too.

I couldn't help but scoff at the absurdity before adding, "We should just sneak in our own snacks!" "Have you guys ever smuggled food into the movie theater before?" I inquired, glancing at their faces. It was then that Jessica chimed in with an intriguing revelation, "I once managed to sneak in a whole pizza! I stashed it in my purse, and no one even noticed! My phone rang out loud, abruptly interrupting our conversation. Hastily, I retrieved it from the floor and glanced at the caller ID, only to realize it was an important call that couldn't be ignored in that moment.

"I am very good at this cleaning job Sir and I can reassure you that I am no longer into..." "I never accused you of anything," Atlas cut her off taking another drag from his cigarette. "Martha the little slut," Atlas chuckled cupping her face in his hand as he raised her head so her eyes could meet his, he cupped her face in his hand squeezing tightly as Martha winced from the pain.

It's a small human child. He has an idea and puts it into practice. He shifts back out of the girl's eyes, and puts on some pants and t-shirts that were hanging out on the clothesline. Slowly, and taking Venom with him, he approaches the window and says softly. - Hi, what's your name? . My name is Scarlet. - What a beautiful name you have. The girl smiled. - That puppy's yours - she says, pointing to Venom, who growls. "puppy? I'm not a puppy. I'm a big wolf, not a dog, stupid human."