Chapter 2.
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I ran, the sound of boots pounding behind me echoing through the alleyways. The Feds were right on my tail, and I should’ve been pissed, should’ve been focused on losing them. But the adrenaline—the damn rush—was too good.
Blood ran down my face, tickling and soaking into the collar of my shirt—that cost more than the cart of lemons I just passed. The alley was tight, too tight, and I struggled to breath. Behind me, I heard the noise coming from the market. As much as I was enjoying the chase, I had other important things to do.
I turned into the dark alley looking for a way to escape the current situation and then I sighted her just perfect, her petite figure, I just knew that beneath the veil she had a gorgeous body…I watched with careful eyes as she moved towards the alley I was hiding, I was waiting for the perfect time to strike.
The moment she reached the alley, I grabbed her by the veil she was wearing and she gasped as I pulled her and pressed her against the wall.
Because the moment she passed the edge of the alley, something pulled my attention towards her—not lust, not curiosity, something weirdly comforting.
A sharp tug!
The veil came off in my hands, she gasped. He didn’t give her time to exclaim or call for help. I pulled her into the alley and pinned her gently but tightly, against the wall.
For a breath, we just stared at each other.
I have seen a lot of faces—terrified, curious, dead hollow eyes—but none like the girl staring back at me. She didn’t struggle. She didn’t plead. Her eyes were wide, but not with panic. With disbelief. As if she couldn’t believe she was in the alley with me .
I rested my hand on her hand that was on the wall, my blood dripping from my hand to her habit—she looked like a patch of color where on it. Her scent hit me—not any special scent, not sweat—something Basic, Soap!.
“Be a good little doll,” I said to her , and even my own words shocked me.
And then I kissed her.
I didn’t know her f*****g name. Didn’t know her story. But like I felt earlier, I was more curious than attracted, reaching for her like an animal sighting water for the first time in the desert.
Her lips were soft, unmoving, like as if something snapped in her she moved her lips a little like she was testing the waters.
Her hands moved to wrap around my shoulders and I smiled against her lips. Not to push me away. Not to try to run. Just to hold on to me.
For a second, it felt like time stopped. The market sounded more like an echo. The important thing I was going to do, the chase, the thrill he felt from the chase—all disappeared with heat I was feeling from her body…Dammn I am hooked!
Footsteps thundered nearby, I smiled softly against her lips the chase was over.
I broke the kiss with my signature smirk on my face, then muttered under my breath, “Best damn kiss of my life… with a f*****g nun.” And I pecked her on the cheeks.
Then I was gone.
But I knew, Deep in my bones—I’d find her again.
Anysia
I stood there frozen, breath shaky, heart thundering in my chest. My lips still tingled from his. I touched them, horrified at the heat blooming beneath my skin. What had I done?
I didn’t push him away. I didn’t scream.
Mother Catherina’s voice startled me. “Anysia, what happened to you? Your coif—you dropped it. We turned around, and you were gone!”
I couldn’t speak. I just stared, mute. Like she was speaking in a foreign language.
“I don't care where you went” Mother Magdalene snapped. “But we need to leave. One of those criminals is still on the loose. I saw the police run past.”
I followed them back to the car in silence, my head spinning.
* * * *
Luciano
I smirked into the Mirror as I looked at
My reflection, I couldn't help but reminisce about the moment I had with the Little Nun but that was not what mattered now, my Uncle was taking this fight too much more than I even expected sending the Feds after me in broad daylight was a bold step from him, he really wanted to take over the Castello Family.
I had gone to visit my parents grave at the coastline when I was ambushed by the Fed the f****d up people on my payroll, I knew immediately that it was my Uncle's work but I just wasn't ready to react now he thought to himself as i picked my phone to call Tristan.
“Tristan, did you hear what happened at the coastline today?” I asked.
“That the Fed was chasing your ass or that you didn't tell me you went to the coastline?”Tristan hollered back.
“ Because you were with her, I didn't want to disturb you “ I replied calmly.
“No matter who I am with, I would always find time for you.”Tristan said gravely
Luc, no matter who I’m with, I’d always find time for you.”
“You love me too much.”
“This isn’t funny. Your uncle wants your head, and now the elders will hear about the Feds on your back. That could kill your position.”
“I know,” I muttered. “But… do you know any convents near the coastline? Naples maybe?”
“You laundering money through a convent now?” he teased.
“ No, I am trying to find someone”
“You are trying to find someone in a convent Nun or what?”Tristan asked jokingly.
“Yes I am trying to find a nun”
“You are trying to find… a nun?” Tristan asked as if to confirm what he had heard, his voice filled with disbelief. “What did the nun do to have gotten on your radar, man? Put holy water in your Drink?”
I couldn't answer immediately, I couldn't think of a particular reason why I was curious. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I closed my eyes tightly remembering how soft and firm she felt against me. “I am just curious,” I said rather quietly. “And I don't even know why”
“Tristan groaned. “You’re serious. You’re actually trying to satisfy your curiosity about a nun while your uncle is out here trying to kill you?”
My voice dropped, cold and firm. “I am not trying to satisfy my curiosity, I just want to know about her”
Tristan swore under his breath. “Isn't that the same as satisfying your curiosity?”
I turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom looking through the window, the city of Naples stretched out in front of him—“yeah probably”.
Tristan took a deep breath.
“Alright,” Tristan said. “Give me two hours. I’ll check in with you later, I will check for which convent is functioning near the coast. But Luciano…”
“Yes?”
“You’re about to dabble into a dangerous game. Mafia heirs don’t go around chasing for nuns.”
Luciano’s lips twitched. “Who said anything about chasing?”
Then he hung up.
He walked to his bedside, opened the drawer, and pulled out a small rosary. He hadn't snagged it from the little doll earlier today. The little crucifix still scented faintly like her. His fingers curled around the rosary tightly as his gaze slanted.
“Little doll,” he whispered. “I will find you”
Anysia
The chapel bells rang for the second time—it was time for the mid-afternoon prayer. But I don't think I am in the right condition to go.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself . My veil sat in the bowl before me, crumpled up, the fabric scenting slightly of sweat—and something else. The blond guy.
I touched my lips again. Not that I miss the ghostly feeling of his lips. Nope, definitely not that! Or do I ?
What have I done?
My thoughts echoed in my head: The vows I had made, Chastity, Obedience, Abstinence. The pillars upon which my life rested now shook just because of one moment.
No, a mistake.
I am so appalled of myself because I didn't try to push him away. I hadn’t tried to scream. I didn’t try to fight him.
As I turned on the tap and used my hands to scoop cold water on my face, rubbing intensively, I was trying to wash away what had happened from my memory. I couldn't find her rosary, maybe it had dropped when he dragged me. But I still felt my skin still tingling where his fingers had touched me, and my lips still tingled with the memory of how his lips felt on mine.
This wasn’t just sin. This was betrayal.
I had let him touch her. I had let him kiss her. And to top it all, I kissed him back.
Tears obstructed my vision. I pressed my palms to my face and inhaled sharply.
Some minutes later, I sat in the upper area of the chapel, sitting in the tiny chair in the confessional booth.
The small wooden space didn't offer any warmth or light.The wooden sheet separating me and the priest stood before me offered a little bit of anonymity but not full assurance. I tried to picture how the priest would look on the other side, calm and collected unlike me.
I tried to speak but the words never left my lips.
My mouth opened—then closed again. My throat constricted, I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
Because if i said it out, that means I was accepting the fact that it wasn't a lapse in judgement, it would become real. Saying it out would make it more than just a moment of weakness—it made it real.
The silence prolonged. I could hear the tapping of the priest’s fingers against the table.
“Father… I… I had lapse in judgement today.” I whispered Finally after waiting for long.
I didn't even wait for the Priest reply, I stood up and stepped out of the confessional, and walked away with my head bowed low.
I didn’t join the others in the dining hall that evening my appetite had gone.
Instead, I sat on the edge of my bed rosary clutched in one hand, journal open in the other. The pen trembled between my fingers, but I couldn’t write either. Words betrayed me just as much as my silence did.
A knock on the door startled her.
“Sister Anysia?” It was Sister Elżbieta.
“I’m fine,” I called back, making my voice steadier than how I felt. “Just praying.”
A long silence, then soft footsteps echoed away down the corridor.
When I was alone again, I lay back slowly on my bed, the wooden frame making creaking sounds beneath my weight.
I stared into space for a long time.
Before sleep came over but not without dreaming of him.
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