Chapter 7
Bella had somehow managed to tune out the insistent droning of the bulking vampire strolling beside her in favor of her distressing thoughts. Aro's poisonous words brought forth so many questions and she could almost feel the fracturing of her mind as she mulled over their most recent conversation.
Could he be right? Had she honestly placed the Cullens on such an untouchable pedestal that she had forgotten what they truly were? If he was truthful about pulling the information from the Cullen's own subconscious minds during his interactions with them then it was just clearer how naïve she really had been. However, there was no one she could really ask currently. Felix didn't seem to know anything personal concerning the Cullens. Alec or Heidi was also likely unaware of any particular dealings between the eccentric king she had just left and the Olympic coven. She supposed she could confront Aro directly and demand answers though their recent meeting left her uneasy. The memory of the profound loneliness that had permeated her at her departure from his chambers had unexpectedly created the impulse to return to his side to console the enigmatic gentleman. She should not have felt the obligation to comfort him, but she felt herself growing more curious about the man underneath the mask he portrayed.
"Are you even listening? What has you so distracted?"
Felix pulled her from her contemplations and she quickly looked up at him to see him towering over her with a raised eyebrow in question. How the heck was she supposed to answer that? She didn't know the muscled vampire well enough to state that she was daydreaming over his boss.
"I'm sorry Felix. I just had something on my mind. You were saying something about drills this afternoon with the guards?"
Divert it is!
Felix instantly grinned wide before he waved his hands in front of him expressively as he repeated his earlier statements that Bella had shirked in her reflective thoughts.
"I was saying you should come down to the training yard this afternoon and watch us in action! Most of the guard have returned from their missions for the ball coming up so you will get to see everyone. As I'm sure Alec has mentioned to you, I'm quite the grappler!"
She had to laugh at his boyish excitement at the opportunity to show off his fighting skills to an audience and couldn't stamp down the urge to tease the burly man beside her.
"Honestly, he has never mentioned you."
Felix's footsteps nearly stumbled as he swung around to face her completely in aghast shock.
"What?! Not even once?!"
Bella smiled mischievously up at him before shaking her head along with a small shrug. The colossal man seemed to deflate in front of her very eyes with his hands hung limply at his sides.
"Never. Sorry."
The vampire looked deeply insulted at the lack of discussion on his battle capabilities and put his thick hands on his muscular hips to mutter loudly in Italian at her vampiric babysitter's audacity to leave out such an important detail of the coven's daily life.
" Dannazione! Aspetta che lo metta tra le mani oggi!"
Movement out of the corner of her eye had Bella turning her amused gaze from Felix's pouting face to the graceful outline of Marcus, draped in the shadows of his dark cloak, making his way across the intersection of the hallways up ahead.
Marcus!
The sedate vampire ruler was the first, and only, to provide her with straight answers since she stepped foot into this crazy town. Now thinking about it, he would be the perfect person to ask her building questions to if she had any hope in getting some clarity.
Before allowing herself the opportunity to second guess herself, she took several quick steps away from Felix in Marcus' direction with an outstretched hand lifting toward his retreating figure.
"Marcus!"
The man ceased movement immediately to turn an impassive face in her direction then rotated his body to face her wholly as she jogged toward him to stop a couple feet away, nervously chewing her bottom lip. Felix appeared at her elbow looking uneasy at Bella's abrupt casual greeting of one of his masters and he glanced between the two of them several times before tapping Bella's elbow with a finger to return her attention back to himself.
"Mistress, your lunch is likely awaiting you."
Bella frowned at the sudden formality from the shifting vampire but brought her determined eyes back towards Marcus who had been watching their exchange stoically.
"Can I talk to you? I mean…if you aren't busy of course!"
Marcus gave a brief tilt of his head before he lifted a pale hand and waved off Felix.
"Go Felix. I shall escort Isabella to her room."
Felix bowed his head in deference to Marcus' instruction though he continued to appear torn regarding unfulfilling Aro's direct order. Picking up on his indecisiveness, Bella sent him a kindly smile while laying her hand lightly on his bicep.
"It is alright Felix. If Aro asks you can say it was my request. I'll find you later for your training session, alright?"
Felix's shoulders straightened as he bestowed on her a dazzlingly, wide smile with barely reigned excitement at the prospect of showing off to someone new. His fingers rhythmically flexed, the same as when Bella first met him in the alleyway with Edward, and she was starting to associate the consistent habit with when the large man was especially eager for a physical altercation. Emmett would do something similar during his wrestling matches with Jasper and would constantly rub his hands together in the moments leading up to the faux fight. If circumstances were different, Bella could easily see the two of them getting along and enjoying a skirmish together with such overlapping mannerisms.
"Great! We usually start around three! I'll come get you then."
Before Bella had the chance to agree, the vampire had twirled around to retreat down the hall with a slight bounce in his step. Turning her focus back to the perpetually tranquil Marcus, he had extended his own pale hand in silent invitation for her to take. Staring at the offered palm, Bella felt her apprehensiveness return to twist in her gut though she wasn't sure if it was because of whose hand it was or the possible information that he could provide her. Tightening her jaw in resoluteness, she unfalteringly reached forward to rest her fingers against his own.
It may have been a trick of the light, but she could have sworn that the barest of smiles lifted the corners of his stern lips before he encased his hand around her own and gently led her toward her room. The walk was slow-paced but oddly companionable. Once reaching the door, she pushed open the wide door only to stop unceremoniously in shock at the plethora of colors within. Garments of every color imaginable were laid across her bed, desk, and armchairs. Several extravagant ball gowns were artfully assembled on seamstress forms near her armoire, each more exorbitant than the last. Heidi stood in the middle of the colored chaos with several large white bags that she was emptying onto her vanity. Velvet jewelry cases were piling up on its surface at an alarming rate, and Bella stood frozen. Feeling Marcus shift behind her, his dark cloak brushed against her back lightly as he side-stepped around her and into the room to observe the pandemonium with a raised dark brow.
Heidi turned to her with a beaming smile and didn't appear concerned with Marcus who made his way toward the small dining table in the room, the only furniture that was spared. She did bow to him deeply as he passed her and carefully maneuvered himself through the fabrics to recline in Bella's spare chair at the table.
"Ah, Bella! Good thing you are here! The designers just dropped off your clothes. Everything looks beautiful, though we need to decide on your gown for this weekend. I had them set them up so you could look at them better."
Bella blinked at the delighted woman owlishly before once more looking around the disarray wordlessly.
"Heidi, I thought it was just going to be a couple of things! There is no way I can afford to repay for all of this. Are those real diamonds on that gown?!"
Heidi continued unloading several more bags onto the bedspread without answering her panicked inquiry though Bella could see the mirthful smirk even from her position. Shaking her head in exasperation, Bella painstakingly inched her way to the table where a covered tray was set up at her usual seat and set Aro's book bedside the placemat. Finally reaching her destination, she sank into the seat's cushion with a frustrated sigh. Eyeing the lunch tray, her gaze drifted over to the empty space in front of Marcus with a small grimace. It had always been exceedingly awkward to eat in front of the Cullens back home. Edward would consistently watch her as she ate her meals with such a wistful expression that Bella had begun purposefully avoiding the house around mealtimes to spare herself the unpleasantness.
"Heidi, could you please bring Marcus something to drink as well?"
Heidi's nimble fluttering around the room stopped promptly and the beautiful woman was now the one staring at her in wide-eyed amazement. Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth habitually, she drew her anxious gaze from Heidi to Marcus who had sat upright from his reclined position to study her with obvious curiosity. Under his searching eyes, Bella did her best to present a confident façade and leaned back to meet his eyes unwaveringly. After a prolonged moment of deliberation, Marcus nodded his head once in acceptance then regarded Heidi's still form with a hum.
"Perhaps a modified tea service, Heidi, if you don't mind."
Heidi dumbfoundedly nodded before she glanced between the two of them once more and hurriedly exited the room.
Marcus observed Bella for a moment longer and she was doing her best not to fidget under the weight of his gaze before his monotone voice broke the building tension in the atmosphere.
"You are truly extraordinary. Most humans would not be agreeable to partaking in refreshment with one such as myself."
Bella attempted a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders as she proceeded to uncover the dishes in front of her. She had made prior attempts to 'eat' with the Cullens in the past, though none had ever taken her up on the offer. She supposed it was their attempt to spare herself the inhumanity of watching another consume blood.
"I will admit that it is a little strange, but it has always felt rude to be the only one eating at the table. I would much rather share lunch with you over you just watching me eat as long as I'm not the one on the menu."
A low, raspy sound followed her bemused statement and Bella realized in amazement that Marcus was laughing. She gawked as an unmistakable smile graced his previously reserved lips, his head tilted back slightly causing his long wavy dark brown hair to tumble behind him as his disused vocal cords produced such a captivating sound that it warmed her heart to witness it. Bella had never seen the vampire in front of her so animated, and by Heidi's shell-shocked face on returning into the room with a second serving tray, neither did many others.
Heidi hesitantly approached the table marveling at the sight. She couldn't remember the last time she heard Master Marcus laugh, decades ago for sure, definitely before the loss of his beloved mate. Marcus' chuckle continued for several more seconds before he turned now alert reddened eyes toward Heidi to thank her with a pleased smile. Heidi, perhaps, set the tea service a little too hard on the table in her disbelief but she quickly recovered enough to school her features into a cheery expression.
"For you Master Marcus. If you will excuse me."
At the man's dip of his head, the woman had already turned to rush out of the room, no doubt in haste to tell the others what phenomenon she had just witnessed.
"I believe that is the briskest I have ever seen her maneuver. I'm afraid the populace as a whole in this castle will soon be aware of our meeting. I ask your pardon for the trouble."
Bella released a laugh of her own with a small shake of her head. Reaching to uncover the dishes in front of her fully, she looked over the serving of crisp focaccia, roasted herbed chicken, and steamed vegetables before pouring herself a glass of water from the small pitcher.
"It is alright. If she didn't say anything, I was sure Felix would have told others that I dragged you to my bedroom from the hall."
It was after she picked up the focaccia to take a bite, she realized the unintended sexual innuendo she had inadvertently implied and nearly choked with a wheezing breath as the food lodged in her throat. She could feel the flood of blood in her cheeks and down her neck and wished fervently that she would melt onto the floor underneath her in horror.
"Wait! I didn't mean it like that!"
Another rough chortle from Marcus had her covering her face in embarrassment. She couldn't believe that she made it sound as if she had propositioned the Volturi king and lured him into her bed to have her carnal way with him. If she could die from humiliation, she was sure it would be now.
"Do not be dismayed. I interpreted you as you intended. If my brother-in-law was the slightest concerned about me taking you to bed, he would have already made his presence known. Though I do not doubt that I will have a visit from him shortly after we conclude."
Peeking through the gap in her fingers, she noticed that he had lifted the large teapot, which was sitting on a heat plate, to pour the thick, vibrant red liquid into a porcelain teacup. Setting the pot back in its original position, he lifted the delicate glass to his lips to take a measured swallow.
Dropping her hands from her face, she busied them with cutting up the herbed chicken into increasingly small bite-sized pieces. After mechanically chewing on the flavorful meat, she gratefully discovered that Marcus was respectfully sipping at his meal while letting his eyes focus out of the window onto the garden below instead of staring at her. It was by far the most comfortable meal she had ever shared with any vampire.
"Aro is your brother-in-law?"
Recalling the magnificent painting above the Aro's mantle, she recollected the playful green eyes and mischievous smile of the dark-haired girl who had been perched on their mother's lap. Marcus' eyes turned tender as he ran his thumb over the swirling rose design on his cup and he nodded minutely.
"Yes, I was mated and wed to his younger sister, my Didyme. Though with her passing, I simply refer to him as my brother now."
Swallowing a mouthful of steamed zucchini, she lowered her eyes to his propped forearms that rested on the tabletop and reached a tentative hand forward to lay lightly on the one closest to her. Watching carefully for any indication of discomfort, she squeezed his wrist faintly before she withdrew her hand.
"I am sorry for your loss."
Marcus tilted his head to look at her for a long moment with a flummoxed expression before he refilled his cup and took a long drink of the warm liquid.
"Her sacrifice will not be forgotten. In many ways, you remind me of her from when we first met. Same childlike, naïve, but overtly kind personality. She wouldn't stand for injustice of any kind and looked at the world with such innocence despite her childhood, even after she was changed. She was a flower that bloomed in the face of a crumbling humanity. She would have loved to have known you. Though, I am sure you brought me here due to questions of your own. You may speak them if you wish."
Bella's food turned to ash in her mouth as he breeched the reason for his impromptu visit and she swallowed it thickly then chased it down with a large gulp of water. Setting the glass back down on the table, she pushed her plate away to twiddle at her fingernails as she debated her best approach. Marcus remained serene while he allowed her the time to gather her thoughts, his only movements were to lift his delicate cup to his lips.
"Um…yes. I have some questions and I wasn't sure who else to ask. I had a rather…unplanned…encounter with Aro this morning and he said several things regarding the Cullens that I had never considered."
Marcus issued a deep strum from his chest as he thoughtfully returned his teacup to its saucer and provided her his undivided attention.
"I see. Aro has always been quite close with Carlisle. He, more so than I would know the inner workings of the Olympic coven."
"I understand, but he said several things regarding their views on humans, and with your ability to see emotional ties…"
Bella trailed off in her explanation, unsure how to word her disorganized thoughts. She was curious if the intellectual vampire had any insights with his gift to determine if Aro had spoken the truth to her. She couldn't outright ask the man if his brother was lying to her.
"You are curious if his gathered observations are accurate regarding their beliefs and behavior?"
Straightening herself in her seat, she nodded her head at his precise summarization of her jumbled thoughts. He exhaled deeply as he lifted a foot to rest on top of his opposite knee and threaded his long fingers together in his lap.
"Aro's gift is unique from any other telepath I've ever encountered. You may be aware that Edward Cullen's powers have specific limitations. You may liken it to skimming the surface of water, his powers draw forth the thoughts sitting on the surface of one's consciousness. That is the extent of his ability. In terms of telepathy, his skills are of average quality. There are several other vampires within other covens that share a gift with a similar capacity to Edwards. However, Aro's power is like plunging into the deepest, darkest water. He can push past all those fragilely erected barriers and see the innermost thoughts, emotions, and wishes of any person, even those that the person has tried to hide from themselves. That is anyone except for you. He cannot see you. Do you understand what Aro sees when he touches someone?"
At the shake of Bella's head, Marcus continued with his explanation after taking another small sip of blood from his cup.
"He cannot completely control what images he sees. He can look for something specific, but he will get a host of other thoughts in that attempt as well. He doesn't just see memories, as if you were watching a television box, he 'feels' them. For that brief moment, that individual's thoughts, memories, desires, fears, hopes, and dreams all become Aro's own. He relives each of them. However, such a gift comes at a steep price. All that I have mentioned will stay with Aro permanently. He will forever remember, and relive, both the brightest and darkest moments of that person's life which have shaped him into the man you see today. I am uncertain what he conveyed to you, but it is my experience that if he told you something that he pulled from one of the Cullens, it is likely accurate. He can know someone's intentions, sometimes even better than the individual."
Processing the deluge of information thrown at her, Bella considered Aro's situation. He was in a position where he, at a mere touch, obtained all the secrets from the Cullen family effortlessly. For him to dissect apart the Cullen family which, in her eyes at least, had appeared to be the perfect vampiric family, rocked her beliefs to their core. At the same time, she couldn't squash her interest in the man behind the ability either, and if this new information could provide her with insight into the man's unpredictable behavior.
"Couldn't he just lie? Is it because of his gift, he is the way he is?"
"Aro can be quite manipulative, though he does not make a habit of fabricating facts. Though lies of omission and twisting of his knowledge are always a possibility. However, if he has informed you of a particular piece of information, despite how it may be construed, I would take it as truth. He has nothing to gain by you distrusting him. In response to your second question, Aro has always been unconventional though not as severe as he is now. A lifetime of accumulating other's thoughts has distorted his own. Nevertheless, he harnesses that hysteria to serve his objectives. His erratic outbursts are habitually well controlled and purposefully used when he sees fit, though your proximity is presumably causing unintended fluctuations."
Drawing a steadying breath, Bella readied herself to ask into the question that had been tormenting her thoughts since this vampire first mentioned it days prior.
"Because of the bond? Can you tell me any more about it?"
Marcus dragged his eyes back to the gleaming light shining from the window in deliberation before providing her a single nod. Turning newly guarded eyes back to their table, he extended his hand forward to tap his index finger smoothly on the vampiric lore book's cover while holding her gaze captive within his own.
"Precisely, because of your bonds. Am I incorrect to assume that you are starting to notice some inconsistencies with the tales of vampiric mates that you were previously led to believe? To address your curiosity towards my abilities, if you are asking if the Cullens continue to hold any ties to humanity then that is a difficult question to answer with my gift. However, I can clearly see what your bonds are to that coven and what theirs are to you."
Tearing her eyes away from his expectant look, she lowered them to the twisted linen napkin within her lap. Did she dare ask? Along with the book, Edward's behaviors did not match up to the documented behaviors from the scientist that Aro quoted in the textbook. In the entire time she had known Edward, she had never shared any type of otherworldly 'connection' with the broody vampire other than the overwhelming want to be with him. If he was truly her mate, according to the book, he shouldn't have been able to leave her behind in those woods months ago. The bond would have prevented him from leaving her without physical repercussions, and nothing led her to believe that he had experienced anything of the sort during their separation. She knew deep down that she hadn't. Depression, yes. Anger, yes. Loneliness, absolutely. However, she did not experience pain, she never experienced the sharing of characteristics and emotions that both the textbook and Marcus had described. The book laid in front of her was decades older than she was and its information, long printed before now, could not have been forged for the sheer purpose of causing her doubts.
Since arriving in Volterra though, she had begun to experience that fiery restless energy within her chest-nearly electric in its intensity at times, the increased sensitivity in physical proximity to a particularly worrisome vampire, and emotions that she knew were not her own. The anger that had burst forth within her during her altercation in town that resulted in her lashing out and killing the drunkard had been foreign and all-encompassing. The alien memories of twisting her hands within the cavity of another man, twisting her digits around the loops of his bowel before jerking them free, were also not her own. Lastly, the sweeping loneliness from just this morning was dissociated from the other emotions that she had been experiencing as she walked away with Felix.
"I'm not Edward's mate, am I?"
Marcus' body was unnaturally still as he glimpsed at the sagging of her shoulders and the misting of her molten brown eyes. Bella was sure her heart was thunderous to him as she awaited his answer as if awaiting the executioner's block. Mimicking Bella from earlier, Marcus reached a seeking hand across the small expanse of the table to lay it heavily atop of her fretful hands, caging both securely underneath his own. His voice was compassionate as he finally presented her with his verdict.
"No. You are not."
What was left of her heart felt like it was shattering and Bella took in an unsteadied breath. She couldn't control her trembling as she flexed her fingers underneath Marcus's tender hold.
"And…Aro?"
"That is something you must speak about with him, la mia sorellina. Please excuse me as I must go now to attend finalizing some arrangements with the arriving covens for the ball's proceedings and I have given you much to think about. Despite that, if you ever need me, you merely have to ask."
Shifting her hands into the cup of his own, he slowly leaned over to press his cold lips against the back of each hand in turn before carefully returning them to the tabletop and collecting the used bloody tea service in his now empty hands. Bella did not look up from the table as she heard the door click shut softly behind him.
Sulpicia/Athenodora POV
How dare he?! That arrogant fool! To me?!
Sulpicia growled under her breath as she prowled up the polished stone steps to the tower which she shared with Athenodora. Her whole life was in an upheaval due to a measly human upstart that was threatening her rightful position as a Volturi queen. The years she spent clawing her way to the top were in jeopardy over the newfound presence of her now ex-husband's mate.
Not if I have any say in it.
Did Aro honestly think that she would graciously step aside to allow that little puttana to take everything, the status, luxury, and prestige, that was hers?! Initial agreement be damned! She could care less that Aro had made her agree to their prenuptial arrangement prior to her change. She had known a good opportunity when she was presented with one, and she was not going to pass the chance to live a life of luxury by the trivial chance that Aro would forge a mating bond with another so she had hastily agreed to his terms at the time. Of course fates would have it that she would actually show up centuries later!
Once reaching the top of the staircase, she threw open the double doors with a resounding bang against the brick walls causing the smooth wood to crack in her wake. Stalking forward, she slung her low back settee against the far wall with a piercing screech, the furniture bursting on contact with the floor-length mirror causing fragments of glass to scatter.
Athenodora glanced up from her large vanity mirror to raise a perfectly arched eyebrow at the emotional display before she turned her attention back to the mirror to dab plum-hued lipstick onto her full lips. Whereas Sulpicia was all sleek curves that oozed sensuality, Athenodora was taller with long lithe limbs, innocent-faced with knee-length platinum blonde hair, parroting her husband's own, which was currently braided down her bare back. Despite the youthful face, her bright eyes were shrewd as she watched the epic meltdown behind her. She was clad in a cream-colored brassiere with wide-legged khaki slacks and black heels, her fitted white top draped on the back of her seat behind her to prevent its potential contamination with her various cosmetics as she set aside her lipstick to pick up her phone to type away at its screen.
"Problem?"
"Yes! There is a problem! He actually expects me to leave after the soiree!"
Lifting a single shoulder, Athenodora shrugged casually as she scrolled her phone and reclined back into her vanity seat. Black-tipped manicured nails hitting against the phone's surface was the only sound for several long moments as she studied the agitated woman in her peripheral which looked comically close to imploding where she stood.
"I'm guessing your talk didn't go well. What did you expect, Sulpicia?"
Lightening fast, Athenodora's cell phone was yanked from her fingertips and hurled against the wall to accompany the ruined furniture by an enraged Sulpicia who now stood in front of her shaking in anger. Serenely gazing up at the seething woman, she slowly looked at the demolished remains of her phone on the floor before turning a taunting gaze back to Sulpicia.
"You owe me a new phone."
"I don't care about your damn phone! What am I supposed to do about the human?!"
Rolling her eyes exaggeratedly at Sulpicia's tantrum, Athenodora turned in her chair to face the mirror once more and picked up her eyeshadow.
"What is there to do? You knew that there was always the possibility of him coming across his mate, same for you, which is why the nuptial agreement between you was drafted in the first place. Besides, what does it matter? Don't you have at least half a dozen multi-millionaire lovers across the continent anyway? It is not like you will be thrown out on the streets."
Sulpicia scrunched her nose and turned away from the sprawled queen with an annoyed huff. Chewing on the flawlessly painted nail of her thumb, her eyes flew around the room before landing on the priceless crimson ball gown she was planning to wear to the gathering while twiddling the long amulet that hung from her neck with her other hand. The trinket was a particularly interesting gift from one of her more magic-savvy lovers, charmed to help her with Aro's annoying tendency to read her thoughts and Marcus' sight. While it didn't prevent him from delving into her mind, it provided her the useful ability to 'hide away' information that she didn't want all-seeing vampires to be privy to. No one knew of its special capabilities and Sulpicia used it to her advantage.
At least, no one knew about it anymore. There was an unfortunate situation in the past when someone figured out its secrets, but Sulpicia had handled it promptly and thoroughly. No one had suspected her of a thing when that meddling woman had met her timely end during the raid of the Volturi stronghold, a battle actually orchestrated by her dear husband in an attempt to keep his beloved sister and brother-in-law from 'leaving the nest', though it did not turn out the way her Aro hoped. The heartbroken idiot blamed himself and Sulpicia was content to let him believe so. Few things gave Sulpicia the same satisfaction as when she had ripped apart the troublesome girl as she spewed obscenities of what her brother and husband would do to her when they found out.
Such a pity, Didyme.
Silencing the woman was a necessity to maintain the status quo and it appeared that she would need to put herself through the troublesome effort once more if she hoped to maintain her authority within the coven with the newly found Isabella. A human was exceptionally easier to exterminate than an vexatious sister-in-law and she knew just the person that would be eager for the opportunity to get their hands on someone who could take Aro down a peg or two.
Letting her nail slip from between her teeth, she turned ambitious burgundy eyes to the grand portrait of Didyme that hung lovingly on the wall by the sitting room. The girl's mysterious smile was bright with her typical inquisitive, joyful eyes that Sulpicia had always loathed. The girl had always been annoyingly doted on by her husband and Marcus. A content smile lifted Sulpicia's painted lips before she blew a kiss to the lifeless face of her former sister-in-law as she pulled her phone from her pocket to quickly type in a number and suddenly made her way back out of the destroyed door to descend the stairs. When she felt she was far enough away, she pressed call and the phone rang once before being picked up though nothing was said in greeting from the answering individual.
"It's Sulpicia. Get me Vladimir."
Finally left alone in the dressing room, Athenodora put down her mascara wand deliberately to regard the door that Sulpicia had exited over her slim shoulder with furrowed brows and a calculating frown.
Translations:
Dannazione! Aspetta che lo metta tra le mani oggi!-Damn! Wait til I get my hands on him today!
La mia sorellina-my little sister
Puttana-whore