All Chapters of L'Italia viene a Jozi : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Ah, there we go, come alive," I frowned at the close voice and struggled to open my eyes.  "What's going on?" I mumbled out but it sounded like gibberish because all of my words were s

In the time that I have been bound to Leonardo, I have come to learn a lot from him and learn a lot about him. Arrigo Gabriele Leonardo is a very powerful man who holds a high position in the Leonardo Mafia and for that reason he doubts every single person he comes across and every man that works for him. So he has taken to confiding in me because I am in the literal sense, his slave. Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. 

I just looked at him. I only conversed when Leonardo gave me instruction and judging from Salvatore's playful mood, he seemed to like it when I didn't talk.

Leonardo was acting strange...he was acting strangely possessive and paranoid. He kept pacing up and down the room as I was getting ready for the morning and I was wondering what the problem could be."Is there someone that you want me to kill, Leonardo?" I asked him, my eyes on his figure that stood still when I finally spoke up. He'd been pacing up and down for more than an hour and I know he's strong and athletic, but his legs must hurt somehow."Don't even look at him, do you understand?" he snapped at me and I blinked, but I knew who he was talking about already, Salvatore.I nodded my head, indicating my understanding."Stay away from him," he further added and I nodded again."I've decided to cut this visit short," Leonardo told me as he walked up to me and looked down at me as I sat on t

 I have a certain routine every morning. I wake up before the sun rises and then go into Leonardo’s training basement that I’m the only one allowed to use. Leonardo ensured that I trained every day so that I wouldn’t forget any of his teachings and I would be able to specialise and further perfect my skills even more.  Leonardo was a man driven by perfection and it had rubbed off on me because I wanted to be perfect in my craft. I wanted to make sure with each passing day that I was able to dismantle and put together the parts of guns faster than I did yesterday, I wanted to make sure that my fists were harder than steel each passing day and I wanted to make sure that I never became soft and continued being the cold hearted robot that I needed to be.  I could only do so by always surrounding myself with evil and weapons, I could only do so if I trained for hours on end so that I could be better than I