Matteo

There was no fucking way he was going to allow her to attend this meeting with him.

He was very serious when he thought about never showing her this side of him, not even giving her a small peep of his true nature. She was too pure to be dragged into his twisted business world of mob gangsters and rich perverts who he associated himself with. He would keep her away from that life of his and that was similar to an oath to protect her.

He was a selfish man who couldn't resist and opportunity to have her closer to him. Eating away at the back of his mind was the constant nagging that he was a criminal and she couldn't be acquainted with someone like him but Matteo was a selfish man. He would protect what he wanted closest to him and that person was her.

Matteo stopped wondering why he was so drawn to this girl when there was nothing special that meets the eye. He thought it must have been out of pity, but he saw many young homeless people and he never batted an eye in their direction. It certainly was not pity, at all. There was just an immense amount of desire to protect her and have her not get caught up in this fucked up life, end of the fucking story.

With a lit cigarette between his lips Matteo walked down the corridor of his building. Every person who he passed by greeted him with a bow or a verbal greeting, but him being the man he is he did not acknowledge them. He entered the meeting room and with a grand entrance he stepped inside.

It was silent when he took a couple of steps towards his seat at the head of the table. All that could be heard was the heel of his dress shoes hitting the tiled floor. Everyone who was seated did not glance at the man who was in control of their life with just a pull of a trigger. A man who everyone sought to be as the soul reaper.

Matteo was still and calm. He reeked of anger even though his actions were graceful, and it put those inferior to him on edge. He smoked as he sat, glancing at everyone who fumbled in their seats with nervous gulps resounding in the room.

He took out his cigarette from his mouth, releasing a cloud of thick smoke. "Indicalo." he said, his voice quiet and stern. (point him out)

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what he had just said. They mumbled to each other and he heard some whisper under their breath for the others to repeat what he said.

"Indica lo stronzo che ha deciso di prendermi otto milioni." (point out the fucker who decided to steal eight million from me)

Hushed were the heated discussions in the room as Matteo jabbed his cigarette in the ash tray and looked amongst his members. Everyone's faces were contorted in confusion as they glanced at one another, no one seeming to get what the capo was talking about.

"Quanto sei sicuro che sia uno di noi, capo?" someone spoke up. (How sure are you that it is one of us, boss?)

Matteo leaned back in his seat. "Hai il coraggio di interrogarmi?" (You dare question me?)

The man's eyes widened and he audibly gulped. "Non intendevo mancare di rispetto. Era una domanda di cui molti di noi sono curiosi, capo" (I meant no disrespect. It was a question many of us are curious about, boss)

Matteo let it slide, seeing that many had agreed with the man. They did not physically appear to agree with his statement but he could sense it from all of them. Matteo called to Vincent softly, sparking something on the man's face as he gave a nod at the boss.

There were about five people in the room excluding Vincent and Matteo himself. Those who were in the room with him were not even close to being fairly important to him as to why he felt that he would not lose anything today.

There was not much to be said after he had asked his question, which no one even bothered to respond to, and it was why he handed it over to Vincent.

Vincent stepped forward to take over for Matteo as he stepped out of the room, excusing himself. He couldn't waste his precious time on low lives like those in the room he just walked out of, and he already wasted time by coming here.

When he heard exactly five gunshots from the room behind him he smirked, barely even there but it was visible to those who looked closely at his face. There was no one around to witness the amusement plastered on his face.

It was a beautiful sound to hear and a bittersweet taste on his tongue to know that he had gotten rid of scums who rubbed him the wrong way. He knew who the fucker was that took from him and he knew that no one would tell him who it was by feigning innocence.

It was a disgusting thing for him to know that people still thought they could underestimate him and take what they want even after working under him for years.

All five of those people were scum. They were of no use to his mafia, to his kingdom. Trying to steal eight million from him was something he could laugh about, even gathering another four people to help them in the theft.

There was no loyalty in the mafia and he knew that. It was just fear, fear in everyone's hearts for Matteo that forced their subjugation and their act of submission.

They were all scum.

He heard a clap followed by a few more behind him. He turned around to see another bastard he hated leaning against the concrete wall, a dumb smirk on his face. He hated the smug look on his preposterous face and it irritated him when anyone looked at him that way.

Chandler chuckled. "Another kill of your own comrades, my dear cousin? You will be left with no one at this rate."

All Chandler received was a blank stare before Matteo turned around and walked away.

"Oi!" he shouted. "What's with the attitude?" he asked when he caught up with Matteo's long strides.

"I don't have time for your bullshit."

"Oh come on, cugino. What's a little catching up, aye?" (cousin)

Matteo threw him a look and continued walking.

Chandler started whistling as he walked next to Matteo, and it put him on edge. He could never figure out what his cousin's motives were whenever they happened to meet but he tried his best to avoid him. That was until Chandler mentioned something.

"How is Aurora?"

His body came to a halt and so did Chandler's, just a few feet away from him.

"Che cosa?" he asked lowly. (what?)

He felt anger course through him when her name came out of his filthy mouth. He didn't like that they were already acquainted and he knew that she must have not known the type of person his cousin is. It's ironic because he is even worse than his cousin but he would never let her know that.

Matteo turned his head to look at a smug looking Chandler. Chandler shrugged his shoulders.

"Just want to know how the girl is doing. The two of you have been getting a little close huh?" he looked directly at Matteo as he said that last sentence.

"What about it?" he asked.

Chandler shrugged again. "It's just surprising you know. Never thought the dangerous mafia man Matteo would ever become soft for a woman."

Chandler stepped closer to Matteo. He had that crazed spark in his eye that Matteo could not handle. He hated whenever Chandler would look at him that way and things would always go south with cousin.

"She must be great in bed. It's sad because I never had a chance to get a taste of her sweet cu-"

Matteo grabbed the collar of his shirt, his face nearly knocking into his cousin's.

"Finish that sentence. Io ti sfido." (I dare you)

Chandler chuckled like a maniac. "Oh? What is this? The majestic killing machine is whipped over a little girl."

Chandler started laughing, his laughter bouncing off the walls and irritating Matteo to the core. It was the way his cousin acted that had him itching to just put a bullet through his skull but his uncle would have his head. In this moment, he forgot about his uncle and pictured a beat up Chandler lifeless on the ground.

It would be a great sight to see.

"I wonder what will happen...if the little one had gotten hurt?" Chandler said, staring up darkly into Matteo's eyes.

Matteo couldn't compose himself any longer as he raised his fist and connected it with Chandler's face. All he saw was red when he had threatened Aurora's life and not knowing fully what he had done, he didn't like what Chandler had said. He would never allow him to lay a finger on her.

"You touch her and I will kill you." he threatened.

He didn't care once he knew why he had just punched his cousin. To hell with just the feeling of overprotectiveness but he knew it wasn't just that. The bitter taste of their friendship bubbled that sour feeling in his gut, creating something coursing in bid body known as jealousy.

Was it jealousy?

He was blinded by jealousy of the way his cousin spoke so freely with her, and their closeness that it evolved into anger. He didn't want him near her and there was no fucking way he would allow him to touch her.

Chandler licked his lip, swiping the blood with his tongue as he smirked at Matteo. "You know you can't kill me."

"Oh?" Matteo mocked. "What makes you so sure that I won't?"

"You would've done it a long time ago."

"I had no reason to but now I do."

Chandler chuckled. "Choosing a girl over your family now? I bet she doesn't even know what you actually do."

Matteo stayed quiet.

When Matteo didn't respond, Chandler laughed out loud once again. "Poor little girl." he said.

He stood up, dusting himself off. He walked up to Matteo who stared down at him, and clapped him on his shoulder.

"Rovinerò ogni briciolo di innocenza in lei." (I will ruin every bit of innocence in her)

He came home late that night.

And he was furious.

The only thing that calmed him down was the flashbacks of him beating up his cousin until he was satisfied. He was sure that Chandler would not be going to work for quite a while, he didn't even understand why that fucker was working in that restaurant. If it was for Aurora which could be a possibility, she was sure finding herself another job.

He just wanted Chandler away from her. Far away from her.

He sounded like a jealous bastard. How pathetic.

The house was quiet when he stepped inside. The lights were dim and he noticed flashed of light coming in from the living room along with soft noises. He walked into the living room and saw the TV still on with a little person sleeping on the couch.

She was curled up in a ball with a lock of her hair stuck in her mouth. Soft snores fell from her lips and her little nose scrunched up whenever her hair would brush against it. He noticed her body shiver slightly as the cold air nipped at her exposed skin, seeing that she didn't have a blanket to cover her.

Her cat was lying on her stomach, it's body moving up and down whenever she would breathe.

He didn't know why she was asleep on the couch but there was something in him when he thought she might have fallen asleep staying up to see him. It must be absurd since she could just be watching TV but he remembered that she had a laptop he had bought her that was in her room.

Could she have been waiting for him?

He ignored those insane thoughts and scooped her body in his arms. He lifted her along with the cat who raised it's head, startled at the sudden lift. He frowned when he felt her in his arms, not that he didn't like it because he truly did, but she didn't weigh that much. It wasn't normal for a woman her age to weigh this little and it wasn't good for her health.

He was going to have a chat with Malinda about her intake of food. She was the one who had to keep an eye on Aurora and watch what she eats.

Matteo placed her down onto the bed after he had reached her room, the cat jumping off her body to lie down on the bed as well. He placed the blanket over her body, not wanting to be a creep and decided against changing her clothes. He took off her shoes but that was it, he would never disrespect her by changing her without her permission.

Once he was done and she was settled in her bed, he watched her.

Once again he was amazed by her beauty. A rare sight for him to see a woman so beautiful and captivating that he would come to a stand still just by watching her. The moonlight shown through the window, the little bit of light peeking through the closed curtains and kissing her face. With the little bit of light caressing her, he took in her features like he always did.

Her cheeks that were sunken in looked to have a bit of color to them and more puffed out. Her skin was still pale but he knew why, it was because she was sick and he did his research on her. There was still a clench in his heart from knowing that part of her life but he tried his best to keep everything neutral.

He bent down slightly, fetching his hand out to brush away the strands that had fallen over her face. His fingers grazed her face in such a gentle manner that he couldn't believe this was him who had become so affectionate to a woman. A woman who was not related to him but just a normal woman...one that he had met on a strange night.

This was something he had never done before. He felt his body betray him by hovering over her face and his lips touched her forehead. The cold skin of her forehead met with the warmth of his lips and Matteo felt something in him flutter. This was an intimate gesture for him and he was glad that she had been asleep so that she could not witness what he had just done.

His lips lingered on her for just a few seconds before he pulled away. "Cosa mi stai facendo?" (What are you doing to me?)

He sighed to himself before he walked out of her room to go to his own.

I did not forget about you guys! I have just been so busy that I couldn't get to writing ughhhhh.

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