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
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
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's quite simple. You all shut the fück up and keep your heads down and you'll be free to continue your night!" The aggressive masked gunman stated in a matter of fact tone waving his firearm around. All she could see were his pupils - they seemed wild and out of control. He was pacing back and forth along the bar counter, almost unsure of his next move. Rosalia took a deep silent breath from behind the bar. Not again, she thought to herself scared and also a slight hint of annoyance deep within her thoughts. This was the second time this month the bar had been held up and she didn't want to get fired or killed for that matter. She needed this job desperately and having this happen twice on her watch was unacceptable in her eyes. "Listen bitch" the wild gunman stated abruptly ripping her from her deep thoughts, "hurry the fück up with the money, I want it all in the bag!" She nodded obediently still looking into his eyes in an attempt to recognise him. "STOP
"BASTARD!" Rosalia was uncontrollably screaming the police station down. Frantically trying to get free her attempts were only causing her to hurt herself in the process. "So help me God I will throw you in that cell with the cuffs still on if you don't stop" one of the police men threatened now having more than enough of her. She was body slamming the police car door the entire drive to the station whilst simultaneously cursing. "I'll take it from here" Police Officer John O'Connor stated from behind the desk. He smiled at Rosalia as the previous officer pushed her forcefully onto the desk. "BASTARDO! NON MI TOCCARE" (BASTARD! DON’T TOUCH ME)the tone in her voice was beyond any anger that had ever escaped her lips. How could they do this to me? I was robbed at gunpoint and I'm the one being arrested?' She thought angrily unsure if she was now ready to break down and cry. The arresting officer slammed her unarmed gun which was now in an evidence bag onto the desk angrily, "she w
Ricci Marino had only been promoted from Associate to Soldier for a short time. He had been part of the De Luca family since he was a baby. His parents and the parents of the De Luca brothers were always in close contact. Although Ricci enjoyed and appreciated the privilege of being an Associate of the crew for many years he eventually outgrew the ranks and proved himself loyal enough to step up to more important tasks. Tasks such as bailing the brothers out of lockup. John O'Connor let out a small sigh of frustration the moment Ricci stepped towards the desk. He knew very well why he was here and who he was here to bail out. "Always the same story with you punks". John stated practically throwing a pen at Ricci before he even had a chance to speak. "I know why you're here" he continued in an aggravated manor, "no need to even explain it. Just sign the paper work and pay the amount stated. As usual I'm sure you're paying cash tonight?" Ricci smiled, "yes Sir. Cash it is" As Ricci
The bar door was locked when they parked in front of the establishment and all the lights were out. Rosalia walked around the outside of the premises making sure everything seemed in order. "My boss must have been contacted by someone" "Well we should take you home then, doesn't look like there are any patrons to serve tonight" Giovanni stated looking around the empty street. It was quiet and eerie without the usual hustle and bustle the bar had to offer especially during the current summer months which brought everyone out and about. Clearly word had spread quickly about the gunman scaring everyone away for the time being. "I have to ask" he looked at her with a slight curious smile on his face, "why do you walk around with an empty gun?" Rosalia knew the question was coming; in fact she was surprised he hadn't asked it sooner on the drive here. "This has happened to me before" "In this same bar?" She nodded, "yes, I got scared the first time and I'm not entirely sure why but I
"What the heck happened to you last night?" Emilia raised her eyebrow at her best friend Rosalia in a suspicious manner. She had called her friend numerous times after noticing she had not come home the time she normally would after work. "I called you but I figured maybe you were on some booty call" she joked handing her a freshly made cappuccino. Emilia Serafia was Rosalia's long time bestfriend. Their families were the best of friends and even frequently enjoyed trips back to Italy together. Emilia's family would arrange accommodation in Messina, where they were from; and Rosalia's parents would arrange accommodation in Palermo. When their children were younger they would frequently enjoy summer vacations in the south of Italy. The girls went to the same schools and even coincidentally attended the same colleges where Emilia had studied Teacher Education and Professional Development and Rosalia, Business Administration & Management along with Interior Design. They were inseparabl
"You look amazing!" Emilia stood back looking at her very impressive handy work. She had spent the day shopping with Rosalia and forcing her to try on all sorts of wild party dresses just to cheer her up and get her in the mood for the night. She had also convinced her friend to surrender and pamper her with her best makeup work. She had indulged in an 8 week casual makeup course some time ago and had a few tricks up her sleeve.Rosalia was blessed with stunning big green eyes and thick long black hair. So when Emilia complemented them by sticking to natural brown eye shadows with smoky eyes along with her short and flirty black and silver sparkly strapless dress, she made Rosalia look like an absolute knockout! "Oh no I can't go out like this" "Don't be ridiculous, you're absolutely stunning! Ricky won't be able to keep his hands off you""Jesus Emilia! That's what I'm afraid of" Emilia laughed while styling her hair at the same time. "Seriously Emilia maybe we should swap dresses
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
The moment Giovanni had pressed the buzzer and the door automatically opened without as much as an acknowledgement from Rosalia, he knew something was definitely wrong. It was the middle of the night and she hadn't even asked who she was letting in the building? He had pushed the door open to make sure the automatic lock system didn't kick in then retrieved Ricci from the car to join him. It was better to be safe than sorry. The pair quietly made their way up the stairs and leaned against Rosalia's front door listening in. It was quiet. Too quiet. A few minutes went by and still nothing. It wasn't difficult to hear Rosalia's muffled sounds when she finally made herself known. The scrapping of something across the floor was the final straw for the guys on the other side of the door as they withdrew their guns and kicked the door open. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Giovanni was on the floor with Rosalia pulling the tape from her mouth hastily as she cried out. He watched her in a panic suck