my mafia man

Prologue

    Pain......it's all I know, what I live for. The raw energy of it that can make or break a person. I keep getting lost in these thoughts, but what else can I do? An 18 year old girl who has been living on the streets alone for 3 years, surely couldn't act like sunshine and rainbows. 

     I sigh and stand up from the ground, another cold rainy night. Feeling as lost as ever I walk down the street, not eating in a couple of days is starting to get to me. I don't want to get sick from eating out of the dumpsters again but it looks as if I have no other choice.

I keep walking for a couple more blocks before coming across an Italian restaurant. It looks like they are closing up for the night, meaning they just put the trash out, the food in it must be warm still. I go around back only to hear voices, I think about turning back but the hunger pushes me on.

     As I go farther down I see a short fat bald dude on his knees and a tall man standing over him. I want to turn away and act like i've seen nothing but for some reason I can't. All I could hear was the bald guy begging to live and the tall man with his back to me laughing at him. The sound deep and rough.

   As I'm deep in thought thinking about his laugh a loud popping sound goes off. I look over to see the bald man lifeless body slouch to the ground. The tall man wipes his gun on the dead body as he looks around. He looks in my direction and freezes, my face shone brightly under the streetlamp while his is bathed in darkness.

    He starts to walk towards me and I don't know why I didn't run for the hills. He comes to a halt in front of me but I only look at his shoes, fearing to do otherwise. The cold metal of his gun lifts my chin to look at him, damn his face is sexy. The dark grey eyes and thick black hair. The sharp jawline and perfect nose make him look like a model.

   He makes my neck crane to look at his tall figure he has to be at least 6'7 to my 5'8 frame making me feel small. I can't help but feel intimidated by his presence. I look back to his eyes, only to find them studying me.

   "Who are you?" Oh why did I just open up my big mouth, I wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment. He just stares at me and doesn't speak. The air thick with tension and my fear, and I can't help but think he enjoys how he is making me feel.

   I unconsciously took a step back only to hit the wall of the restaurant, and he takes a step towards me. He smirks and again my fear grows, he trapped me against the wall. He leans down with amusement in his eyes, can I be anymore scared?

   His voice is deep and rich though he speaks to me in a language I don't understand.

  He says, "la domanda è chi sei il cazzo sei tu?"