My Landlady Nonna Novels & Stories

"I'm not going to go around kicking people just because." "Good." I almost smiled. "Because that would be a very short conversation." "Nonna wants to meet you," Dante said suddenly. To Luca. "My mother. Your grandmother. She's been asking. Every day. When she can meet her grandson." Luca's eyes went wide. "I have a nonna?" "You do. And she's.." Dante paused. "She's wonderful. Kind. She makes the best tiramisu in the world. And she's very excited to meet you."

By night, she was the woman of a mafia lord, navigating a world that operated on completely different rules. It should have felt impossible. Instead, it felt like she was finally becoming whole. When they reached the penthouse, Nonna was waiting with dinner again, because apparently that was her mission in life now, feeding them...and Eve found herself laughing at the sheer normalcy of it. The mafia lord and his woman, coming home to his grandmother's cooking. "You two are late," Nonna said, but she was already pulling out chairs and setting plates. "I made risotto. Sit. Eat. Both of you look like you need food."

I said evenly, adjusting the cuff of my shirt, “and I will be passing by your Nonna’s house, so I will come with you. I may as well say hello. I didn't wait for her reply. My stride was measured, deliberate, and I heard her quick steps behind me as she rushed to keep pace. Damian poked the backseat door for me first, then hers. She slipped in beside me silent. The drive was cloaked in quiet. No words, just the faint hum of the engine and the sound of her breathing—steady, almost forced. When we reached the small apartment, she Went in first. I followed minutes later. Her Nonna lay fragile on a thin blanket on the floor. Her skin was pale, her eyes filled with age and pain. “Hello, ma’am,” I

“She sounds old enough to be our grandmother, Kiran.” “She said I was pretty.” “She said you were a pretty liar.” He didn’t even try to hide his laugh. “Still counts.” “Honestly, I can’t take you anywhere.” “You’re welcome for the warm bed and roof, by the way.” “I’ll thank you when I’m not sharing a room with your overinflated ego.” The landlady let out a huff, clearly unimpressed with either of us. “If you’re done talking with each other, I’ve got a key and a mop waiting.”

As we climb down the stairs, the smell of Mac & Cheese(my favorite) fill my nose. She leads me to the dinning room. My father and brothers are already at the table. All discussing and laughing merrily. Mom helps me draw my seat and she sits beside me as I take mine. Although I'm glad The Mansion was just a dream, something feels.. Off?. "Would you have some meat balls? " my mother asks and my heart stops at the sound of her voice. It stops because her voice sounded horribly different and unfortunately familiar~and not in a good way either.