The Mafia's Aide

ROSALike any ordinary day of the week, I was working at my family's restaurant. A restaurant that's actually the front of our Mafia family business, whose boss is my own father.The restaurant had brown floor boards, the table which were made from mahogany wood were a light brown colour, and a cream linen was draped over all of them and a small lantern at the center. We had bright yellow bulbs encased in glass dangling from the wooden ceiling."Here you go, Dad, your order." I smiled at him. He was wearing a black suit, with white undershirt that had the first button open. His black hair was now mixed with grey ones, his grey moustache and beard, very neatly trimmed."Grazie, Rosa. I'm starved." I placed my dad's plate in front of him and watched as he took the rings off his fingers one by one, as was his custom when having a meal. "Why don't you sit for a moment?"I wanted to say yes, but at that moment, my eye caught the very handsome guy pushing the front door open and taking a b

ROSAI heard Marco shout out a warning, but I was frozen.The car was speeding towards us too quickly for me to even think to react.My dad yelled, "Rosa!"And instead of feeling the impact of the car, someone pulled me back from the side of the pavement and out of the path of the oncoming car.I slowly came out of my state of shock, and looked around to see Marco lying on the ground next to me, and my father, on the other side of him."Dad! Are you okay?" I called out in panic."I'll live," he grunted in reply."Do I need to call an ambulance?" Marco asked from his side.My dad turned to inspect me. "Are you hurt, Rosa?"I shook my head. "I'm okay too. Just a bit scraped," I responded shakily."I'm indebted to you, Marco, for pulling us out of the way," dad said thankfully to Marco. Hoisting himself to his feet, he spat on the ground and wiped his forehead."Those bastards!" He cursed, turning to Marco. "Did you get the license plate number?"Marco shook his head solemnly. "No. My fi

ROSAI sat down to the meal I had just made, when Marco strode in. "Good afternoon, gorgeous.""Do you usually talk to girls like that?" I teased, hiding a smile."Only the gorgeous ones. Where's everyone else?""Out on business."He slides in next to me causally, before a questioning brow was raised. "Nothing I need to know about?""I'm sure they didn't call you 'cause you're fresh. My dad might need a little more than a few days before he fully puts his trusts in you," I grimaced. "Just ask my dad. If he needs you to know I'm sure he'll tell you," I advised."Can't you?" He probed.I shifted awkwardly in my seat. "I don't want to without my dad's say-so.""You seem to be more clued in than I am. I didn't realize Enzo has been telling you all this," he gave me a curious look, muttering more to himself than to me.I shrugged, dismissing his curious look. "Well, he wasn't lying when he said he'd be bringing me into the business.""All the more reason to stick to you. But for now..." H

ROSAIt was late in the evening, I was heading down the hallway to go to bed when I see Marco climbing the stairs, a perplexed look on his face."Marco!" I yelled. When his eyes met mine, it seemed like it took him a second to smile at me. "Where have you been? I wanted to ask you something about --"Ignoring my question, he looked behind me to make sure no one was in sight."Nevermind that," he answered."What? What's wrong?" I frowned in confusion. He then opened the door and pushed me in, closing the door behind us. "What are we doing in the closet?" I asked agape.He pulled me closer to him, and my hands sweep up and land on his chest. I could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest like he'd been running, and I couldn't help but wonder if something happened.Without saying a word, he began to stroke my back.I closed my eyes, as the sensation of his touch sent shivers down my spine, then my entire body. Soon, my thoughts vanished as I wrapped my arms tightly around him, wanting

MARCO The next day..."What do you want, Simms?" I frowned, stepping to the alley that had become our meeting point. "You can't keep dragging me out here so often. The Castillos will soon catch on to me," I grumbled loudly as soon as she came into sight.Skipping any greeting, she went straight to the point. "Angelo called to talk earlier today. He's getting impatient. He wants to know the name of the person who poisoned him," she announced."I need more time.""It's been weeks!" Her shrill voice squeaked."I thought he had more time." I tilted my head and scrunched my nose. "He's getting worse by the minute," she said and started pacing furiously, her black pumps making a soft 'clacking' sound as it touched the ground."He's angry and frustrated, and says that if we don't get him a name soon... He'll tell the Castillos about our deal." She stopped right in my front, concern blazing in her eyes. "You see... He's threatening to expose you."I furrowed my brows in thought, sucking on