Sua Farfalla

I really need to pee

Alonzo's POV:

"Farfalla, I come from an obscure world, one where everyone has a task, and if they fail to achieve it, you are made redundant instantly... in the worst of ways" I began explaining, using fancy words to make the hit softer.

I can't just say 'You need to do your s**t, if you don't, you die'. 

No one would take that lightly, not if they are on their right mind at least.

After checking if she was still paying attention and not in cloud nine, I carried on explaining.

"I was sixteen when it happened" I sighed. "My father worked for Rodolfo Santi, the Sicilian Mafia's capo"

I didn't dare look up to see her reaction, I just kept my head low and continued with my story.

"My father... he was a hitman, an assassin for the mafia. Anyone Mr. Santi wanted dead, he'd killed them without a second thought. He was ruthless farfalla, and I was trained to be just like him".

Just then, I heard her shift in her chair, but I still didn't look up. I couldn't.

"At the age of twelve, I already knew all there was to know about my future profession, the do's and don'ts. I was ready to do as ordered, but my father didn't allow me to get into the business just yet".

Sighing deeply, I reach into the deepest parts of my memory to remember that awful day.

"It was August the fourteenth, I'll never forget. I had just turned seventeen last week and my father had finally decided it was time for me to meet the capo, to seal my faith as an assassin myself. 

When we got to the main warehouse in Sicily, we could hear shouting from the inside. Mr. Santi and his son, Luciano, were heavily arguing".

"We stood outside his office waiting to be let in, when we heard a loud noise, as if someone crushed onto something.

Moments later, Luciano strolled out of the office at a fast pace with a broken nose. 

My father and I paid no attention to this argument at all. Luciano was know for getting into trouble, and for a nineteen year old teenager, he had done more f****d up s**t than the whole mafia men together".

I chuckled lightly to myself. 

And to think I once worshiped the guy.

As I was about to continue, I heard her shift in her chair again. 

Great, I'm making her uncomfortable.

"Mr. Santi's orders to be let into the mafia officially were clear. I had to go to Syracuse where one of our main warehouses where, and wait in his office for an American client to show up for negotiations. When he does, kill him. 

It truly was easy, but there was a whole hidden side to it that I didn't know about".

I had to take a deep breath to calm my anger before continuing.

She sifted in her seat again. God damn it!

"I did as told, but once I got to that office I found my father's dead body on the floor, blood scattered all around the room. 

I was shocked to say the least, I didn't understand s**t, but it wasn't until the FBI showed up that my mind solved the puzzle. They had framed me. 

I was brought here to the United States and was charged of first degree murder against my own father, and illicit activities in relation to the Sicilian Mafia".

There was a long pause after that. 

Part of me truly wanted her to say something, but the other part of me much rather she stayed quiet, in fear she now thinks of me as a monster.

"Funny thing was, the whole time I was called 'Luciano Santi' by the cops", I laughed bitterly. 

"They f*****g think I'm him".

I could feel my fists clenching and unclenching against the table, the urge to hit something suddenly appeared.

"A letter was sent to me later on. It was Mr. Santi's. 

He explained Luciano had r***d an FBI agent's niece and killed her, leaving a trace to our mafia. 

The cops went frantic over it and were beginning to bite on our tails. They were on to us. 

According to him, all the cops knew was that a man ran the mafia and his son, who would take over him, was a teenager".

Sighing, I revealed the bitter truth. 

"I was in his office with my dead father. I was a teenager. So to the cops, I was Luciano. 

They accused me of killing my father to get his position in the mafia, and I've been in this correctional ever since".

Out of nowhere, I feel a small warm hand hold my own. 

I finally look up to her, only to see a look of worry in her eyes. 

She looks down at our intertwined hands and only then did I realize I was clenching my fists so hard, my nails draw blood from my palm.

She was about to say something, when the guard decided to pull open the door, signaling she had to leave already.

Jenna carefully stood up and returned the chair back to where it was near the desk.

I expected her to just turn around and leave this place, but I was surprised to see her walk back towards me with an expressionless face.

I couldn't hold it anymore and this time I sat up on my bed, wanting to address her properly.

She crouched in front of me and swiftly whispered for only my ears to hear.

"Alonzo, thank you for telling me your story. Before I go, I just need you to know something"

Her face was still unreadable, and I had already prepared myself for the worst rejection imaginable. 

So, like a damn coward, I held my head low, not being able to look at her in the eyes.

"Nothing you can say could ever make me feel differently towards you".

As soon as those words left her mouth, I abruptly raised my head, causing tension to come to my neck muscles. 

God damn it, this s**t really hurts.

Rubbing my sore muscles with my free hand, I ask her with a confused expression on my face. 

"I don't get it, I thought I was making you uncomfortable with my story? I really thought you were about to freak out, leave and never come back", I honestly say.

"Why would you think that?", Jenna asked, clearly confused.

"Well, you wouldn't stop moving in your chair, so I thought you were just waiting for the right time to run away from me", I explained, still rubbing my neck which felt a lot more relaxed by now.

She gave me an awkward look before whispering very very quietly. 

"It's just that... I really need to pee".

I looked into her eyes, not really knowing how to answer. 

I was relieved to say the least.

I smiled understandingly at her and nodded my head towards the door. 

"Then go farfalla, we'll continue our conversation tomorrow morning".

She gave me a small smile before quickly standing up and practically flying towards the door.

'This girl...', I thought to myself still smiling.

'This girl...'.