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He picked at the pasta on his plate, looking up at me. His amber eyes reflected the flicker of one of the candles he lit in the room. His suit was nice, and his tie had to be made of silk. I tried to be lady like, but when you're wearing an oversized hoodie and pajama pants, no one can really tell you to look like a lady. How did we get into this?
It all began about 8 days ago. I was stood up another date, and yes, I will spare you the details. I became such a wreck; I barely even got up to eat, as I had lost the need of food from crying so much. Finally, after drinking a little too much, I decided to try to walk to a nearby bar, order a drink or too, and find a good boy to take home. So I fixed myself up to look all nice, and I set out on a pair of cherry red stilettos to the bar around the corner.
Being in a small apartment in a big city had lots of perks and this one was my favorite. As I was nearing the joint, I overheard the loud shouts of vulgar Italian cussing. I looked down an alley to see a burly man, in a red suit with a black tie and matching fedora hat holding a gun to a poor boy's temple. The man pleaded to him, but the stronger one had a short temper. He raised his finger to pull the trigger, but I was quick to throw one of my shoes at his hands, knocking it out of his hands. He turned to me, my fist colliding with his face. He fell to the ground and swore again.
This time I kicked him where it counted; he caught my foot and threw me against the wall. He licked my cheek and said something that sounded suggestive. Before I could even murmur a reply, a green glass bottle broke on his head knocking him out. He fell and the poor boy from before stood, panting with worried eyes. I kicked the man one more time, mainly to please myself. The boy grabbed my shoulders and hurriedly spoke in Italian.
"La mia signora, che cosa stavi pensando? Era il boss della mafia!"
"Uh," I choked looking into his brown eyes," Non parlo italiano."
He took my hand and seized the wrist, a little bit of glass stuck in it.
"Hurry, bella, before the boys come looking for us! Oh my, your hand! Here…"
He tore a bit of his white tee shirt off and wrapped my hand. Then he took my hand again and began to run. I was so totally confused and I began to wonder what the hell he was doing. I shouted, screamed, and finally tripped him until he stopped. He face planted onto the sidewalk and scurried back up.
"W-what was that for you bastard?"
"Where are you taking me?"
"Anywhere but there! You just killed the boss of the mafia in town! Are you pazzo? "
I froze. "T-the mob leader? Big Papi? "
"If you hurry, no one will know." He pushed me away from him and started back for the alley. "GO bella!" I shuffled along and watched him turn his back. There was a single curl that made his hair look playful and funny, his tan skin like coffee.
"Wait!" I cried out, grabbing the tail of his shirt. He whirled around puzzled." My name is _____. Will we see each other again? "He interested me. His complexion to his eyes was enchanting, and maybe his attitude would be too at another time. He was like, a fresh chocolate bar. It looked so good, but it seemed so much better later.
He patted my head and ruffled my loose curls."_____... what a meraviglioso name, for a bella signora." He took my bandaged hand and kissed it." I am Lovino Vargas, and I will repay you one day for saving me. "I blushed, making me look like my shoes. He giggled and turned, leaving me speechless. I looked down at my hand and saw the shirt cloth. I held it to my chest and smiled, slowly making my way home. I opened the door to my house and sighed, falling onto my neatly made bed. I stretched out, and then gazed at my hand. Repay? Me? I knew exactly how he could do it…
But I wanted to see if he would catch on.
A week later, I was walking home from the farmer's market with two bags of vegetables, one of lettuce, the rest were mixed. I got it all for a good deal, and I thought about how I should use them. I was unlocking the door to my apartment when a hand slammed on the door. I saw a silver chain hanging around it and a wrist collar. I traced back up to the face and nearly screamed for help. It was Lovino, and looking smashing. He had on a black suit and a mahogany red shirt with a black tie on. He wore slacks and nice black shoes. His brown eyes peered over an expensive pair of sunglasses, a cocky grin spread over his face.
"Miss me much?"
"Romano!" I yelled dropping my bags down. He broke between me and the door, blocking the way in. He grabbed a lock of my hair and kissed it, his soft lips leaving a mark in my hair. I felt my heart explode when he did that, but at the time all I could do is stutter useless words. He leaned in as if to steal a kiss, but quickly pulled away and stole my keys. He unlocked the door and let me in. I was dazed, so I put my things away with my heads in the clouds. What was he doing here? How did he find me? What happened after we left?
"So," He peered around the room then collapsed on the couch. "______ , do you want to grab something to eat?" His curl sort of bounced when he spoke. I was still kind of surprised at his random appearance at my house so I hesitated. "I don't know Romano, I mean, is it a date?"
"You can call it that… or you can call it 'catching up'". I bent down to put my lettuce away and sighed a reply.
"Sure, but you know I won't be fancy at all like you." I shifted the items around to fit in the last head and got to my feet." Will you let me change?"
"Nope. I'm going to take you shopping."
"Why exactly, are you doing this?"
"Because I find it fun to repay pretty women who save my ass from mafia kings. Little ladies like that make men like me the new blood to the throne. "
"Oh Romano don't tell me," It is kind of him to repay him, but I was afraid it would be paid with bloody money. I could see his smile on his face, and I imagined that over a dead body. It probably was not what he really did, but still, the idea made me shudder. "You're the new big cigar?"
He came over and slammed an elbow on the island counter and leaned on it. His eyes glowed with excitement and he laughed to himself" Ah bella, you sure don't catch on fast." He took my hand and placed a card in it. On the card was a joker… holding a gun? The card was symbol for one of the biggest gangs in the entire town: (Italian word for laughter)
Before I could talk to him he shoved something in front of my face. It was a cloth and it smelled sweet. Of course I impulsively slapped it away, realizing the huge mistake I had made. It was the bit of cloth he wrapped over my hand when we met. He pulled back, a little hurt by my moves, but reluctantly explained.
"Sorry, I was just going to ask why you kept this, and why in the drawer over here? Where you going to do some voodoo on it and curse me for being so charming?" I snatched out of his hands and turned my back on him.
"N-no. I just kept it in case you wanted it back, if I ever found you again…"
"Oh so you were waiting for me to come back? I see." He hugged me from behind and whispered into my ear." I can stay at your hip if you'd like." My face turned red and I closed my eyes. He traced his fingers on my chin and tilted it towards him. He was about to kiss me when my phone began to blast off a song. I blushed and moved away, tapping my phone to life. It was Antonio on the other end calling me
"Hey ______! What's going on?"
"Not much. A little busy at the moment."
"Really? Who are you with?"
"Oh, I'm wi-"
Romano took the phone and purred into it. "She's with me. Don't worry she'll be home later." He hung it up and shot me a sly smirk. I shot for the phone, but I missed and landed in his lap, impatiently waiting for him to give it back. Instead he slipped it into his back pant pocket and slapped it.
"Come and get it, bella." I blushed madly and got an idea. Maybe if I acted serious about it he would back down a little. I went over to the couch and sat down as far as I could from Romano. He swept in like a hawk and looked at my with his eyes again, his face inches from mine. I sniggered uncontrollably and pushed him away.
"So, how does dinner at Francis' sound?"
"How about pizza at Little Italy's?"
After a lovely meal at Francis', a very expensive French cuisine restaurant, Romano took me to a little boutique nearby in the little square. I knew I stood out, only dressed in jeans and a nice top. The store sold many dresses and fine jewelry. I felt ashamed already, knowing that Romano wasn't trying to pay me back anymore. He was spoiling you for his own selfish reasons, and you encouraging it wouldn't help get out of it. I hung my head down and tugged on Romano's jacket. "Please Romano; this has gone a little too far. Really I love it but you're really pampering me. I feel guilty."
He patted my head like a small child and pecked the top of my head. "Chill, bella, I can assure you this is nearly not enough." I realized why he was so unique: he was Italian. He had the look, the sense of fashion and obviously the hospitality. His scent was of strong cologne that smelled like… nutmeg? He couldn't help but watch me as I sifted through the racks of clothing, observing how I moved and grinning as I shyly asked his opinion. He seemed so kind, and looked like he could do this for hours.
"C'mon out _____. I want to see that dress I picked out for you."
I sheepishly pulled the curtain aside and tried to walk over to him in a pair of super high heels. In the end I fell down and lost all my confidence. I tried to get up, but Lovino was quick to grab my arm and keep me up. He held me there for a moment then scooted away, blushing as much as I was. I squeaked an apology," I-I-I'm so sorry!" I slipped out of the heels and stood barefoot in that flowing red dress that matched his suit. It was like something out of a fairytale really, it had a huge train and had a black tutu underneath. I wore fishnets and the top was like a corset, forming into the perfect figure, like a Barbie doll. I had a pair of red gloves and the silky satin was so soft. The outfit was elegant, but had a hint of danger to it. I felt so wonderful in it, like a single rose blooming when all the others had rotted and wilted away.
"_____, would you be mine if I asked you to?"
I stared at him. His hands were behind his back, his face quite somber. It had lost the playful touch and glow from before. Now, there was a grim issue in front of me. How was I to react? It was a hard question.
"Please, tell me what you mean."
He looked the other way and quickly shot back." No. Never mind. I'll ask you later."
After buying the dress, and taking quite the ride, we arrived at his new house. It was a big house, almost the size of a mansion. We entered through the big mahogany front doors and stepped into the marble parlor. A big black velvet couch was there, its back board painted with roses. A huge banister with roses painted on it was hung above the door to the hallway.
"Here, bella let me find something a little more… comfortable." He pointed to my shoes." I noticed you were nursing your feet most the time. Feel free to kick them off. "He pulled one of the curtains aside and motioned me to proceed. I entered one of the large bedrooms and sat on the bed, kicking off my shoes, massaging my aching feet. Romano left, retrieving me a shirt and pair of boxers. "T-they're pajamas. I think they'll fit for the most part." I giggled at his shirt which had his initials neatly written into it. "If you'd like I can buy you something to wear- that is if you'd like to visit time to time. I'd appreciate it." He stood up with a red tint on the bridge of his nose. "Here, I'll let you change in private." He stepped out and left me in the room, alone. I took of the dress and slipped on the boxers over my underwear. It was silk, and quite comfy, like a pair of nice shorts. The shirt was a button up, and too big. Even with all the buttons up some of my chest showed off. It was a bit… well embarrassing. When he knocked I hollered that he could enter. He stepped in, a bottle of wine in his hands with two glasses. " Do you care for a drink?"
"That sounds marvelous." I took one of the glasses and let him pour a tiny bit in. I took a long sip and exhaled." Wow Romano, you shouldn't be giving me all this. You're being too nice."
"Too nice? Ha," he took a gulp. "I can never say how much I want to thank you. You saved my life, and for that, I want to give you all that I can. All the cars, all the homes, and all the food- everything is at your whim."
I looked down and swirled my glass." Romano, I don't need any of that. It is really sweet of you but really…"
"No, ____," He said coaly. "I need to make you happy because I don't know how else to repay you. I can get you anything- I can promise you the moon and stars. I will do whatever it takes."
I froze up." W-what are you implying?"
"I want to make you happy. So tell me, what will make you happy?"
Happy? He wanted me to be happy? Oh this was just too much all in one night…
"Y-you shouldn't ask questions you don't want to know about."
"But I do bella. I want to know what makes you happy, what makes you tick…" He sneaked his hand into mine, locking fingers," what makes you sad, and what makes you blush." Red raced to my face again. Romano's eyes glittered with anticipation." What I want to know…" he leaned in very close to my lips and whispered."…Is every little inch of you."
I nearly exploded into a red that would match the curtains. He planted a kiss on my neck and scooted away, his cocky attitude intact.
"I know what would make me happy right now."
"What is it?"
I looked at my lap. "P-please just take me home…"
I just couldn't handle it. He was so close and I wasn't sure if my feelings were right and… It was stupid. He did drive me home, and he walked me to my room. We exchanged goodbyes and went off. I felt him lean his head against the door and sigh after I shut it behind me. I heard a crash as I went to change. Next to the staircase, a fist hole was punched through the wall.
The next day, I took a walk through the park and sat down at a bench. A boy sat down in a plain white tee shirt and a black pair of jeans. I was too focused on the churning thoughts in my mind and the hope I might find some peace of mind at the bottom of my coffee cup to notice who it was.
I turned my head and finally recognized him. Romano sat with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed.
"Romano? What are you doing here?"
"Romano? Oh you mean my brother!" He scratched his head." S-sorry bella, but I'm not him. My name is Feliciano. I'm his older brother. You know him?" His eyes were wide and full of wonder.
"Y-yes, I helped him with some… um… business once. "
"Wait a second," He said putting his hands in his lap." You wouldn't happen to be ____, would you?"
I cocked my head to the side." Yeah, have you heard of me?"
His expression lit up," Ve~! My fratella talks about you all the time! He talks about how brave you were and yet so strikingly beautiful! E told me about what happened when you met…" He looked away from me." He said 'I never thought that this day would come…'"
He turned back with a huge smile." The day he fell in love with a stranger." I felt my world get a whole lot bigger as he elaborated on and on about his brother's love for me, frightening me under the radar. "He told me he wanted to make you the happiest girl alive; you made him the happiest man without even knowing. You know… I also heard about what happened last night."
I froze and slowly turned to him." C-can I ask you something?"
"Sure! What is it?"
"Why did he punch a h-hole in the wall?"
He drew very silent and looked at his toes." Well y-you see, my brother can't control his emotions as well as I can. So when you went away, he felt angry he couldn't do what it took to make you happy." He shut up. "He really is passionate about you."
I ran my fingers over the bottom of my skirt. "Romano… where is he right now?" I had to see him, now.
He chuckled and spoke with ease. "He's either at your place or crying at ours. "He took out a slip of paper and wrote down the address." Here, bella, go get him!"
"Will do." I stood up and began to walk away.
"He may tackle you to the ground."
"Because he forgot to kiss you goodnight." He smirked." He never misses a kiss."
When I gave the directions to the taxi driver, he told me I'll be paying a bit more because he had to drive through the bad side of town. I handed him a few more bucks and told him to keep the change. " Right away ma'am!" He put the medal to the metal and we were there in no time. I paid the fare and sighed at the large iron gates, trying to press through. Fail. I looked to the side and saw a bush next to the right side of the gate on the other side. Plan B was a success, and I scaled the gate, landing in it. Thank the lord there weren't any thorns, or it would have been nasty. I brushed myself off and walked down the main drive towards the house. When I walked up the marble steps, I pushed open the doors and waltzed right in. I looked down the hallway for him in every room. I also went upstairs and searched, but no such luck. I finally went into the kitchen and heard a strum of a guitar. I turned a good circle, trying to find the source. I eventually pinpointed it to be coming from the garden. I peered through an open window and spotted him. He sat on the back steps with a guitar and rose in his hand. He picked off the petals and threw them carelessly onto the stone. The entire backyard was a sea of red and green, as rose bushes bloomed abundantly. He cursed as he reached the end and plucked another rose from one of the bushes, cussing as he pricked his finger. I tiptoed out and listened behind the door. He spoke in Italian, but I think I caught the gist of what he was doing.
"Lei ama me, ama me non, Lei ama me, ama me non…" He sighed and threw the rose to his side again, strumming the guitar in his hand. It was a beautiful sound, but he somehow was not pleased. I saw he was wearing the clothes I had borrowed from him last night. The red shirt fit him perfectly and his boxers were like big short on him as well. It was kind of funny now that I thought about it, he would wear those things after I did. I thought about how he must like me that much, whatever I wore must look beautiful to him. I lightly stepped outside and leaned up against the wall, secretly watching him. He picked the rose again and had at it again. As he touched that last one, he spoke"…Lei ama me… maledizione." He chucked it at my feet. I silently bent down and picked it up. He put his head in his hands and yelled at the ground.
"Romano… you forgot the last petal."
He jolted and turned around, a bewildered look on his face. It quickly morphed into anger and he set his guitar to the side. "I don't want to pick that petal."
"And why not?"
"Because, "he huffed "If I do, it means something I don't want might be true."
"Do you want me to do it for you?" I asked. He got to his feet and stomped over to me. He grabbed my face and pushed my body against the wall, standing in a position as if ready to attack me.
"What kind of game are you playing with me? Why are you here, and more importantly, why didn't you announce your entrance? "His eyes burned brightly and his lips formed a frown. I closed my eyes and reached for the petal plucking it and holding it in front of his gaze.
"If I'm right you were playing the "She loves me, She's loves me not" game." His eyes widened, a look of embarrassment glazing hi eyes. " But you're forgetting that there is another way to play the game." I waggled the petal in front of him." I can't say it in Italian but it means 'I love you.'"
"Ti amo…" He said his eyes softening, but still large. A red blush came like a sheet over his face. I saw him clear his throat and clear his throat. "It's 'ti amo' ".
"Hm…" I looked at the petal and released it. "Ti amo Romano." A smile grew on his face and he let go of my face and pulled me into a warm embrace. A little scared, I hugged him back and kissed his cheek. He lifted his head from my shoulder and softly answered with something that made my heart do backflips.
"Ti amo ___." I leaned back lovingly looked into his amber eyes. He laughed and pecked my cheek.
"Baciami." I said to him naturally. He looked sideways at me.
"You know what you just said right?"
"I'm well aware." He smiled and leaned in his lips in, leaving a small gap. I quickly closed it, pulling his head in, him gladly grabbing my waist. We pulled apart and just held each other in the backyard, closing our eyes and relaxing.
"You make me happy."
He kissed my forehead." I do now? Would you be happy if I made you mine? "
"More than anything in the world."
So here we are, now sitting at dinner in his house. I just woke up from a nap and he surprised me. I rubbed my eyes and grinned at him cuddling in his jacket. "Thanks for letting me borrow you're sweatshirt love." He took my hand, kissing the back of it." Anything for you. After all, I'll do whatever it is to make you happy."
"I don't think I could be any happier than right now." ♥