Novel & Cerita Mia Culpa Translation

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

Athena hissed, sending a glare my way. ◇◇◇◇ Translation "dove boss mafioso. - where to mafia boss la villa della Violenta - the Violenta mansion "Mio figlio my son. ovviamente non zucca - of course not pumpkin

Milet insisted, hurrying her to the waiting area. ------------- LATER THAT NIGHT. “HERE, borrow this.” Milet handed her three thousand pesos as they stood outside Charity’s apartment. “What’s this for?” “Seriously? You’re jobless now, and I know you’re broke. Use it to look for a new job.” Tears welled in Charity’s eyes at her friend’s kindness. Compared to her own misfortunes, Milet’s life seemed so much easier. Why did it feel like the universe dumped all its bad luck on her?

"Maxim? We need to prep snacks for the trip." Trip? "Maximiliano?" "Pappa?" "Um..." I glanced to the hallway and found Miles leaning against the console, busy texting on his phone. Our eyes talked for a bit when he looked up from his phone. Then Miles furrowed his brows at me. Mrs. Falco let go of my forearm and called out to her son, muttering something about a long drive. Both her English and Italian sounded fluent. Miles' father, on the other hand, hadn't spoken an English word since they arrived.

, Gia answered eloquently. "oh, you speak English well ", She said. Gia answered, " I speak and understand English very well". she could sense a tone of irritation in Gia's reply, " oh, I didn't mean to be rude or anything". "oh, I understand, maybe you think because I'm a house keeper, I would not understand English ". she muttered. "oh, no, it's just that Marlina didn't understand..... I'm sorry...I don't", Lucia stuttered, she didn't know what to say again.

Maybe Italian? “Questo è Chloe per me,” Mick said back, making my legs go weak. “Just me.” He looked into my eyes, “You’re my mate. Miracolo mia. Cara mia.” I was having my own internal battle. I wanted to reassure him because I could sense that was what he wanted. I wanted to declare I was his too. I really did. Cortina wanted him but also wanted this new guy, so she was no help. She was prowling restlessly, anxiously watching everything unfolding.

Now he gets to see them every day as long as he cooperates during his therapy sessions. I look at my friend again. I can’t help but feel guilty. Everything that happened to him is my fault. He was trying to protect me. In my heart, I already know what happened, but I need to hear the words. “Marco, how did this happen?” I look at him and point to his neck. He looks back at me, trying to process what I’m saying. “We’re still working on English, Luna. He seems to have lost it in the last five months.” Musu touches Marco’s shoulder. There is a hint of Krio from her native Sierra Leone mixed in with Her French accent. I wait patiently while she translates my question to Spanish for him.

He stood and walked to the bed, pulling his woman down beside him for the night. Latin Translations: deo maledicant illum= god damn it/clausa tuo stupri ore= shut your fucking mouth/ amet asinum stercore=boring ass shit/ostende te, tu ignavus-=show yourself, you coward/foeda daemon purgamentum=foul demon garbage/quis ego sum? ego non metus sordida sanguinem angelus=who am i? i have no fear for a dirty blood angel

Guilio, The psychopath, was ushered in by Luca and Malak, two of the Don's loyal soldatos (Soldiers). Mica's head remained bowed as he awaited his fate, he has resolved to dying with dignity, no struggles, no unnecessary drama like the ones he had seen through his span in the mafia.

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!)