THIS STORY TALKS ABOUT THE MOB LIFESTYLE AND THE LIVES OF ITS MEMBERS, I'M NOT WRITING THE USUAL MOB STORY BECAUSE I WANT TO FOCUS ON THE STORY, THE CHARACTERS AND THEIR LIVES. I WILL EXPLAIN SOME SITUATION BUT I WON'T GO INTO DETAILS SUCH AS HOW THEY KILL, HOW THEY TORTURE, HOW THEY DEAL DRUGS SO DON'T ASKE ME FOR DETAILS ABOUT THOSE PARTS.
AS ALWAYS, I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, TWILIGHT OR STEPHANIE MEYER BUT I DO OWN THIS STORY, THE FEELINGS BEHIND IT AND THE SEX SCENES….
CHAPTER 2: New Friends
BPOV
"Mamma! Stiamo andando a casa dei nonni vero?" Maddy shouted from her car seat behind the front passenger side.
"Baby in English please" I say as I look in the rear-view mirror, she is starting school soon and I need her to speak English otherwise she won't fit in as easily as I want.
"Are we going to Nonna and Nonno's house?" she said a little bit frustrated by my request to repeat. She knows both Italian and English, but she prefers the first one, her native language, her Daddy mother tongue.
I sigh. I don't like bringing her with me for these things but unfortunately the babysitter is sick, and Rosalie was at the mall with her son to buy school supplies.
"Yes, my love, we are going to see your grandparents. Are you happy?" I know the answer already, but I like hearing her voice and her thoughts, I need her innocence to keep me from going insane in this cruel world.
"so much! Nonna 'Nata said that the next time she was going to make me a pretty ne…neck….Mamma how do I say collana?" she is amazing at learning but at six years old she is still too young to remember every word in both languages.
"Necklace, she was going to make you a flower necklace? That's so cool!"
"Yes!" she giggled and continued combing her doll's hair. That accent, the Italian one is always a bittersweet memory for me, I have many memories filled with Italian friends, Italian love words, Italian laughter…..but also bad Italian people, Italian words and the worst of them all…. Italian nightmares. I will never get back the time lost away from her but in the end, I have her here with me and that's all that matters.
"Baby, mommy is going to talk to Nonna's friend while you play with Nonna Renata ok?"
She looks up at me and frowns "you are not goin' away right mamma?" she sound scared and she starts trembling.
"no baby! You are going to be in the kitchen and mommy will be in Nonno's study, if you need me you can come and get me at any time, capito?" I try hard not to crumble at the thoughts, I'm so pissed that she will always be afraid of not having me around, this is his fault…..
She looks at peace after my answer and goes back to looking out of the window, but then her head snaps back and asks me "Is Nonno's friend buono o cattivo?"
She ask me this all the time, "mommy is he good or bad?" "is the teacher good or bad?" she is a good judge with people, but she needs my assurance.
How can I answer truthfully this question? My father consigliere or counsellor in the normal world has a son who's specialised in business but has worked for the DEA for a lot of years, he uses his background from time to time , I know this because I've learned to listen even when nothing important is being said, silence has so many things to say.
Today I asked my father to arrange this meeting because my foster son decided that hanging out with his old friends was a good idea and now his college admission is very much in danger. Seth had a very bad start in life, his story so close to home that when I met him 2 years ago I decided to take him in. Now at 17 he is starting to understand that he will never see his real family again and is trying to hang to the last strand of closeness to his past, the friends he doesn't need, the friends from his old home that sees him as snobby kid and try to drag him to their broken realities.
I usually don't want to touch this side of my father and brother's "life", but Seth is as much as my son as Maddy and I will do anything for them. I am not doing anything illegal but just using my father's connections feels wrong but I need his inside view, so I need to suck it up.
I answer as truthfully as possible "I don't know baby, but we need to give people trust to see if they are good or bad"
"So, can I be his friend and play with him and show him my pretty necklace?" she is so kind, she is the best thing to this world.
"You will need to ask him Amore Mio" I know for certain that even if he will eb annoyed by my daughter's question he will stay in line in respect for my father.
She goes back to her doll singing under her breath the songs from her favourite movies.
After a while we reach the high gate that leads to my parent's mansion, the guards at the gate stop my car but after seeing me the open immediately saluting me with head nods.
"Baby" I try to get her attention from her doll
"Si Mamma?" she answers me not really looking up.
"When mommy stops the car do you promise to wait for me to open the door?" she has this thing that she feels the need to reach her loved ones before anybody else , but in this world you can never do something spontaneous , especially in the near distance of my father, his man are trained to act first and question later so I need her to be careful.
She nods but does not really answer.
I sigh , hoping that she heard me , unfortunately I get my answer when just as I stop the car she gets out of the car so fast running towards the entrance that I don't even notice my father figure and the one of the man standing beside him.
I'm so scared for my daughter that I get out as fast as I can but stop when I see her in my father's arms kissing him and giggling while the man beside them looks at me with a questioning frown .
My father's guards or minions as I call them are nowhere to be seen and for that I'm grateful because I don't need witnesses for the scream that comes out of my mouth
"Maria Maddalena Swan, cosa ti avevo detto!"
The three of them turn to face me, my father concerned, my daughter scared but looking at me sheepishly and the man beside me completely amused.
I KNOW THAT I PROMISED TO TRANSLATE THE WORDS AS I GO BUT THERE ARE SOME THAT WILL REPEAT THEMSELVES SO I'M GOING TO WRITE THEM DOWN HERE SO THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THEM
NONNO/NONNA: grandpa and grandma
MAMMA:mommy
AMORE MIO: my love