"When exactly do we get paid for this job?" Bill, one of the guys involved in the card game holdup, asked his friend, a little frustrated. "I mean we did all the work and still nothing, we could've just kept most of it". His friend James shook his head in disbelief before responding. "I told you it would take a while, it won't be long just be patient alright?" He was frustrated with his questions. It was bad enough struggling with the fear and guilt of the crime they had committed against one of the most notorious families in L.A. "You know if we took any of that money they would have found out and we'd be instantly killed so don't be ridiculous. We need to keep a level head. Remember this isn't just about the pay day, if we prove ourselves eventually we might become more".The thought of 'more' excited James. All he ever wanted was more. He dreamed of joining a crew and having people working under him on the streets. That dream was still far away though and realistically he knew it.
'She's nobody'. The words burned into Rosalia's mind for the remainder of the night. She had turned and walked away from him not giving him any satisfaction. 'Nobody' she thought tilting her head back and letting the warm tequila satisfy her need for alcohol at this very moment in time. 'Is that what I would be to him too? Nobody?'"Are you going to tell me your name or what sweetie?" Her thoughts were interrupted by that guy again. He had been following her around the downstairs dance floor and bar for the past hour now. Sure she had let him dance with her, but it was out of frustration. She really wanted to dance with Giovanni, not now though. Not after he decided to disrespect his own date to her. On one hand she was glad little miss blonde bimbo was a nobody, on the other all she could think about was how many 'nobodies' he had and if this casual pursuit of her was just another notch on his conquest belt."Rosalia", she finally replied putting him out of his misery as she leaned o
"Who the hell are you?!" Emilia jumped back towards the door after entering her apartment frantically and realising there was a man on her couch talking on his cell phone. She had tried to rush back as soon as she could after receiving a strange text from Rosalia about having to rush home after her drink was spiked.Before even waiting for his reply she bolted into the kitchen grabbing a knife from the chopping block holding it in front of her. Maybe this was the man that drugged her?"I'll call you back" Giovanni stated, keeping his eyes directly on her before ending the conversation. "You must be Emilia" he stood to his feet, eying her up and down, she could not seriously think he would let her stab him with a knife. "What did you do to her?!" She accused him, outraged. He held his hands up in defence trying to calm her down. "I'm the one who brought her home-""To fück her?" She interrupted now angrier than before. He shook his head, "Emilia, why would I still be here if I did tha
When Rosalia opened her front door for Giovanni she almost forgot to breathe at the sight of him. She stepped aside and let him in closing the door behind him. "Can I get you a drink?" He smiled noticing the coffee machine; "I'll take a coffee" she nodded walking into the kitchen, "espresso or cappuccino?""Espresso. You're looking better today" he stated eyeing her up and down from the other side of the kitchen counter. Rosalia was dressed in a grey off the shoulder sweatshirt and black short shorts. "Look" she began nervously, "I'm really sorry about last night. Thank you for looking out for me" she could not even look at him when she apologised. She was disgusted in herself and what she had let happen due to her immaturity. "I'm sure you've learnt your lesson Rosalia" she nodded handing him the espresso and sugar bowl. He placed his hand up indicating he did not take sugar. The pair took their coffees and moved to the couch for a seat. "You didn't have to do this you know" he raise
Matteo glanced over at his brother Giovanni who was clearly distracted. Throughout the entire meet up he was fiddling with his phone and looking frustrated. This was totally unlike him; Giovanni was always focused on work no matter what personal situations were going on at the time. Today on the other hand something was visibly bothering him. "Giovanni" Matteo called out in an attempt to bring him back to the situation at hand. "I said we found one of the guys from the card game". Giovanni nodded "ok good, so what's the plan?" "We're going to send two of our guys on the streets. We've been watching him closely and he doesn't oppose a physical threat". "Sounds good guys, I'll let papa know about this progress". €€€€€€€€€€€ When Emilia walked into her apartment after work she noticed Rosalia had immersed herself in cleaning. Everything was in order and squeaky clean, to the point where Emilia became immediately suspicious. Rosalia was a very clean person when it came to their apar
"You want more?" He left her neck and looked her in the eyes. She was a complete mess. Her hair was everywhere, face flushed, her clothes were barely sitting on her right anymore. "No stop!" She quickly spat out this time pushing him away for real. She saw his look mixed with confusion, shock and frustration. Immediately she unhooked her legs from his waist and continued to breathe deeply still sitting on the bench trying to come down from the high he had brought her too again with just a few flirtatious heated kisses. "We can't do this!" She exclaimed, sliding off the bench. "Oh I think we can" Giovanni challenged back, "in fact I think you're pretending you don't want to but your body tells me differently Rosalia". She shook her head forcing herself by him needing to get away. She walked over to the living area while he remained near the coffee machine in the kitchen. "Don't even think about kicking me out Rosalia, not until you tell me what's going on at least", he raised his voic
The next morning Rosalia received a call from John O'Connor. They had finally completed the appropriate checks at the police station and released her hand gun.She walked into the building instantly ready for a fight. When she arrived at the desk however, Officer O'Connor was very pleasant. "Miss Bernardi" he announced with a smile, making her very suspicious. "Lovely to see you again" Rosalia rolled her eyes, "you can't be serious right?" He laughed while grabbing the gun and release papers and placing everything on the desk in front of him. "Oh come on Rosalia. No hard feelings right?""Err, you unlawfully arrested me, took my gun and let your colleague feel me up. I'd say we're not on good terms Officer O'Connor" she focused her attention on the paperwork signing in the appropriate places before looking back up at him. "I'm curious, what did the witnesses at the bar have to say?""Clearly you know they backed you up" he replied back stating the obvious. He knew she was asking out o
Simon sat limp on with his head sloping down to his left shoulder while his hands were tied together right back behind the chair. He groaned when his eyes fluttered open unsure of his surroundings. It was dark and unusually cold for this time of year, like he was in some sort of cooler room. When he noticed the black plastic beneath his feet he immediately flicked his head up to come face to face with two other people. Dario and one of the guys who usually worked the streets on collections. The third person was outside keeping watch. "Welcome back" Dario stated with a smile. "Who are you? Where am I?" Simon shot the questions out one after the other leaving no time for answers. Not that Dario intended to answer any. "Ah Simon, looks like you've pissed off the wrong people" "This is a mistake" Simon shook his head, "unfortunately for you it isn't. Who was with you at the card game?" "Card game? What card game? You've got the wrong person" "Wrong answer!" Dario motioned to his part
He stared directly into her eyes, letting her lustful gaze burn within his. A slight smirk appearing on his lips as he withdrew himself only to push his full length back into her balls deep. The slapping sound of his body colliding with hers was the only sound they could hear. It was the only sound that mattered. Her head burying itself into the crook of his neck once again. He could hear her panting against it, feel her hot breath, the small vibrations throughout his body as she moaned against him. "Gio I... Oh God... I-" words were so hard to get out all of a sudden. She wasn't even sure what she was trying to say. He pulled back and lifted her head to look into her eyes; he wanted to see her when she came. He wanted her eyes on him. "It's ok" he encouraged her slowly pumping back in, "let go. Let go for me. Let me see you" he took her lips one final time then pulled away as he pushed himself all the way back in to the hilt with one final strong thrust. That was all she needed t
Rosalia sat on the bathroom counter in shock. Giovanni had placed her there himself after he had carried her through his home. She trembled in his arms the entire way unable to even form a sentence together. There was so much she wanted to say, so many questions she wanted to ask, but no words would come out. The speeding car ride back consisted of Giovanni cursing while making calls as she sat silently. She watched him as he hastily opened up various bathroom cupboards looking for the first aid kit. She heard him mumble under his breath annoyed each time he opened a door not containing what he was searching for. Finally when he did find it he dragged it out throwing it up onto the counter unzipping and reaching for the antiseptic. She watched him tentatively soak a cotton ball, he finally looked up at her, "this is going to sting a little" he stated before dabbing it lightly on her grazed elbow. She felt absolutely nothing, she hadn't even realised her elbow was cut and frankly s
Giovanni glanced at his vibrating cell phone sitting on the table beside him as he casually took apart and cleaned one of his guns. It was the fifth day and Rosalia was still calling his cell. He had heard her out multiple times, sat on his couch fiddling with any objects around him as he listened to all her different kinds of apologies. He reached for the cell pressing the side button killing the sound and screen. He had no voice mail on his cell, voice mails were dangerous. Truth be told, he had already forgiven her days ago, even though he continued to tell her he just needed some time alone to think things over. It was becoming obvious to him that she had feelings for him, feelings that were brewing into something more. There was no other reason for her to be apologising so profusely. Even though he was fairly certain they had experienced more downs than ups he believed they wouldn't be fighting if she didn't feel something. Unfortunately, forgiving Ricci did not come that eas
"I'm going to tell him." Rosalia stated once again, this time she thought she sounded much more convincing. The more she said it out loud the more she gained confidence. She tilted her head up to study Ricci's reaction as he constantly paced throughout her hotel room. He stopped at the kitchenette, his back now to her placing both hands on the counter leaning over to take a moment before turning back around. His back slightly pressed against the counter, he placed both hands back to grip the edge of the counter. "Rosa, we talked about this. You know we can't." "Yes we can!" She argued back attempting to convince him. "He will kill me!" "He won't," she argued back trying to keep her voice at a minimum. "It was just a kiss. It didn't mean anything. You grew up with his family I'm sure he-" "Jesus Rosalia," he lifted his right hand off the counter bringing it towards his head. He pressed his thumb and forefinger at his temples. "You don't know what he's capable of. We didn't just
Ricci had manoeuvred Rosalia away from the step. His mouth moved in unison with hers as he felt one of her hands drop from the firm cling she had around his neck and make its way under his black drenched dress jacket. He felt her curious fingers stroke his chest through his shirt at a gentle slow pace. He began to mimic her slow pace through his kiss, switching from the fast and frenzied make out session they had suddenly erupted into. He took another step back placing her down onto her feet. His hands travelling up to her face holding her head in a firm grip as he forced her to meet his new pace. Once he was satisfied he let her go abruptly, he leaned down a fraction, his hands quickly making their way straight under her dress gripping her ass firmly. He lifter her effortlessly, instinctively she wrapped her thighs around his waist drawing them closer as he walked forwards pressing her back into the pool wall. A cell phone began to ring from the sun deck chairs. Rosalia was the f
"Morning," Antonio took a long drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke directly into James's face. He glanced over at his brother Matteo and smiled as James tried to breathe through his coughing fit while attempting to wakeup. The pair sat in chairs just in front of him tilting their heads observing his reaction. He clearly had no idea where he was or what was happening to him. "Bill!" James screamed at the discovery of his friend lying lifelessly on the exposed concrete floor in a pool of his own blood. "No!" He continued thrashing against his restraints unable to move from the chair he was bound to. "He's dead," Mattei confirmed bluntly without a care in the world. "He's dead because he wouldn't tell us who made the move on our card game." He leaned in closer to James eyeing him firmly. He needed to know who was boss at this point in time. "Now James," he continued taping the barrel of his gun onto James's knee cap causing him to jerk backwards. "Tell us who paid you and y
At first Rosalia hesitated as she stepped into her apartment. It just didn't feel the same anymore. It didn't feel safe here. It didn't feel like a home anymore. Her thoughts were short lived and interrupted as the sounds of low slow moans filled her ears. "What the?" She mumbled to no one in particular as Giovanni closed the door behind her. The sound of the slam instantly putting a stop to the sex sounds coming from Emilia's room. "Hey!" Emilia dragged herself out of bed entering the main room fairly quickly. She was dressed in a fluffy beige bath robe and looking quite guilty. "Ahh hey." Rosalia greeted her confused. Confused because she was home during her lunch hour, confused because she knew she hated the men that worked at her school, confused because she was fucking someone and didn't seem concerned about the missing items from the apartment. "Who's in there?" And there it was. She watched her friend glance in Giovanni's direction. A guilty look on her face. Rosalia tilted
"What happens now?" Rosalia asked sitting on the floor of her freshly cleaned apartment. She sat leaning against the couch, underneath her lay the cool freshly mopped floorboards. The grey throw rug Emilia picked up at a closing down sale, now gone. It lay wrapped up in one of the bin bags by the front door. The dawn light now flooding into the apartment while the men casually drank their coffees as if they had merely come home from an all night bender. "Have some coffee," Giovanni urged holding his cappuccino out towards her encouraging her to get some caffeine into her system. "You can't miss your shift at work today, I need you to do exactly what you would do every other day Rosalia. Do not change your routine. Not today, understand?" She nodded while pushing away the mug in front of her. She could accept going about her daily routine, but there was no way she could stomach anything right now. Not after the bloodshed before her during the last few hours. How they could stand arou
The interruption of loud music suddenly erupting within the apartment eventually forced the pair apart. Rosalia quite reluctantly pulled away from Giovanni who was clearly attempting to hide his disappointment. The pair quietly reminded themselves that this was not the time for affectionate encounters. She turned the shower off and pulled one of the two towels Giovanni had thrown over the shower door to wipe herself down. Giovanni followed her lead, still staring at her with hooded eyes. The pair stepped out of the shower, Rosalia disappearing into the bedroom for a minute to retrieve some clothes for herself. She pulled on some sweatpants and an off the shoulder sweater before making her way back to the bathroom with her wet towel as she vigorously towel dried her hair. "Throw the towel back in the shower," Giovanni instructed reaching for his underwear within the duffle bag. "I'll get the guys to bleach your shower, I'll destroy the towels too." He secured his black suit pants an