Novel & Cerita Mia Culpa Translation

“Heh. Look at yourself, do you really think you can do just that? Do you really think that you’re capable just after working as a security guard for a couple of days?” Miwa coldly chuckled. “Let me tell you right now. I’d rip your mouth right off if this weren’t a big day for the Malone family! How dare you spout nonsense and try to defame me like that?! “For Hazel Malone’s sake, I’ll let you have a chance to kneel and apologize! “If not, I’ll let you in on something… “Don’t even think about surviving in Mordu from now on!” Miwa showed a proud look on her face as if a fake foreigner like her had immense power in her control.

“Yes, miss.” I sighed and gave up on correcting her. She handed me a bag of rice. “You can rinse this, please. And… do you miss it? Italy, I mean?” I tilted my head a little, thinking. Then I tried to answer in Italian. “Mi manca… uh… tutto.” Martha blinked like I’d spoken nonsense, then cracked a soft laugh. “That was… different.” “I tried,” I said, holding back a laugh. “You did,” she said kindly. “But if you spoke like that in Rome, they might have followed you around just to translate.”

Felly Lopez smiled wryly, "That's right, I have to blame myself for what happened to me today, I blame myself for being too greedy, and I blame myself for not knowing people well. I am blind and fall into your hands, so I consider myself unlucky. But Mia, remember, if you do many unrighteous actions, you will die. You will be proud for a while, but you will not be proud forever. I, Felly Lopez, will definitely watch, watch your unlucky day."

"I don't make the rules, I just follow them." "Now I'm not looking forward to this drive," I mumble to myself and I start to eat my food. Translations: Figlio- son Madre- mom Fantastico- fantastic Affascinante- charming Perchè mentire- why lie

[Note: There are some Italian words in this chapter, as I am just studying the language I had to rely on G****e Translate for help. The English meaning of each word can be found at the end of the chapter, for those who understand the language and can speak it fluently, I apologize in advance if the words are not entirely correct.] Chapter 11 -----THE VALENTE’S MANSION-----

“In my country, we say… alma vendida.” She pauses, searching my face for understanding. I don’t know what she means. “It mean… soul sold. To Diablo. To darkness. He not just bad man—he something worse.” Maria’s eyes darken, her fingers curling tightly. “I try, you know? But he is poison. You don’t feel it… not until it’s too late. Mia… she already have poison inside her. Maybe she think she control him, but no one control a man like him.” She lets out a sharp breath, shaking her head again.

"Drop the gun slowly and kick it to the side” Marcelo slowly obliged and responded, “you know you are a dead man right?”. Agent Gabriel didn’t pay attention to what he said, and instead said, “Now tell you pet to do the same”. Marcelo didn’t say a word, Agent Gabriel shouted, “Now”!!!

Micaela put her palm on Madam Camila’s shoulder to console her who turned her gaze back from her son’s photo. One thing from the conversation Micaela understood that Madam Camila never like the mafia world. In fact, her facial expression depicts how much she hates it but she also knows that this was their world. “I can feel your pain.” Micaela said to which she smiled sadly and wiped the tear that was hanging on her cheek.

I said unable to believe Alexa wasn't just a skilled airhead. "Yeah. It was a good deal. One I'm sure Luca hates every day," Felix said with a chuckle. I shook my head and turned back the the papers. "Come on Luca. You know I'm better than her. I've worked with you longer. Plus, you don't trust her do you?" I heard Alexa whine as Luca finally joined the rest of us. "Alexa, sta 'zitto (shut up)," Luca snapped. Alexa looked confused for a second. Why doesn't she know Italian? It's the language most mafias are centered around. I guess I could take back the comment about her being smart.

I slammed the door shut and rushed out of the building immediately. "Drive please." I said to the driver the moment I got in. "Where to ma'am?" "Back to the house." I muttered, looking out the tinted window as I did. "¿Como le fue" Miguel asked turning to me from the front seat. (How was it?) "Malo." I sighed shakily. (Bad.) "Realmente muy mal." I said still not removing my eyes from the window. (Really really bad.) "Lamento mucho oír eso." He empathized (I'm so sorry to hear that.)