The Death Of De'Luca

05 | And Still She Never Said A Thing

• M A T T E O • 

• U S E | O F | G O O G L E | T R A N S L A T E •

Anger seethed through me, why wouldn't she f*****g say anything? The door slammed behind me the I bump into body. I immediately look up and see my older brother staring down at me with a confused glance. "Fratello." [Brother] 

"Che cazzo ci fai qui?" I mumbled walking past him, he catches up with me as I shove my hands down my pocket thinking of what I'm going to do with that girl in the room. The dark room. Where I find all my answers within the first try but for the first time in years, I have come out answer less. [What the f**k are you doing here?] 

Amara. Thats all I knew, I never knew her age nor did I know her last name. She was a mere mystery to me and I don't like solving mysteries. But with her I seemed to be intrigued. Her eyes are what draw me in the first time. Her beautiful two-coloured eyes. One green and the other simply brown. As if she had two stories to tell with them, she looked like the type who would seem innocent but after she held the gun to my head, I knew I wouldn't let her go. 

I might even say I have grown attracted towards her; can you blame me? She was a living piece of art. Her confidence, her light coloured brown beautiful skin almost mixed race, her eyes along with her small buttoned nose. The freckles that surrounded them like twinkling stars. Her hair was naturally curled, a little blond at the bottom 

Never before have I ever analysed such beauty, but she pissed me of. She had her secrets, I wanted to know them all. I wanted to know everything about her. "In realtà sono qui per salutare l'ospite che è sembrato più veloce di te un paio di Volte." He mutters wiping his hands against his blazer, I passed in my steps and turned to give him a confused stare. [I'm actually here to say hello to the guest who seemed to have outran you a couple of times.] 

"How did you know?" I shot at him; he leans against the wall of the hallway as he raised his eyebrows giving me a 'are you serious' look. He may be older than me but god damn he was annoying. 

"The word has gone around the minute I stepped foot into the house, so tell me is she the one banging on that door." I was completely dazed into her beauty and this conversation my hearing must've went. I turned to the door hearing a large banging and screaming leaving the room. 

"Yes, she saw us murder the man I've wanted for years. He never gave back my money and it seems to have been tangled up with her." 

"So why didn't you shoot her along with him?" He questioned, what is this an interrogation? 

"Why would I shoot her?" 

"That's what you do to everyone else, is it not? How come you broke the rules for her?" I did break the rules, I should've shot her the minute I saw her but I couldn't, something inside of me wouldn't allow me to shoot her. I don't know what it was but it was the innocent that lingered in her eyes. The fear that for the first time I never wanted to see in someone's eyes. Especially hers. 

"Just stop asking me f*****g questions." I say, walking down the hallway. 

"Do you think she knows us?" He asked strolling besides me, he was like a bird who wouldn't stop f*****g chirping into my ears. 

"She doesn't look like she does. I don't think she knows who she is." 

"Even though she is too good-looking to be a spy." We entered my office, as I lurch towards the drink table. Marco my brother settled down onto the sofa as I sat next to him 

"Keep your eyes of the women, brother." I whispered in a deep-toned voice as he let out a soft chuckle pouring two glasses of scotch before handing him a glass. He takes a few sips before engulfing the entire thing as I follow behind him allowing the ice to cling against my lips. 

"I should get the information of her; I need to know why she has the Spanish Mafia printed on her f*****g ankle. She clearly knows about the Mafia." Marco sits up and pours himself another drink before engaging into the conversation. 

"Spanish Mafia, how weird? Our enemies." 

I take my phone out and text Lorenzo to get me information on Amara and to do it fast. After a few talking subjects I hear the door open slightly revealing Lorenzo holding a black coloured folder. I take it from his grasp asking him to leave the room behind him. 

INFORMATION ON AMARA BIANCHI: 

Name: Delilah 

Surname: Bianchi 

Age: 21 

Race: Mixed 

Hair colour: Brown 

Eye colour: Left eye brown | Right eye green 

Height: 5'2 

Weight: 61kg 

Father: Carlos Bianchi 

Mother: Luana Bianchi (Passed away) 

Siblings:  Santiago Bianchi 

Relationships: 1 boyfriend named 'DANIEL LANTENT' broken up as he cheated on her with her best friend. 

I stop reading. Carlos Bianchi as in the Spanish Mafia, I glance up at Marco who grabs the folder from my hold. This explains the mark on her leg, I'm stupid why the f**k didn't I notice before. "Sei fottutamente serio?" I growled angrily. Her name. Her surname, her father, her f*****g brother. I should've known this was a hoax. But why would she run? was this part of the plant to act as if she was innocent. [Are you f*****g serious?] 

"And this is you." I hand her a little picture frame of me and her, I printed out two small copies as she held them in her small hands. 

"This is beautiful Matteo. But this isn't going to stop me." I groan in frustration standing up as I look down at her suitcase. 

"You're really going to go with another man, FATHERS ENEMY?" I shouted, she winces and stand up. Her hand on my cheek trying to calm me down. 

"I have to, father Is going to make me get married to some bimbo Matt." I push her away from my and look down at her in disgust. 

"Fine, you do you. I don't care anymore; you know what you're so f*****g selfish." 

"Selfish?" 

"What about me? f**k you Anna always thinking about yourself." 

[Are you f*****g serious?] 

I pushed myself up from the sofa as I slammed the door wide open, the anger was clearly overtaking my Patience. I hear my brother calling my name but I decided to ignore him as I trotted down the hallways. 

Finally arriving in the dark room, the doors open and I see Amara lifting her hear to meet my angry gaze. "Bianchi? Carlos? Santiago? You f*****g liar? Delilah! Where is the mic? WHERE THE f**k IS THE MIC?" I shout loudly causing her to stand up and scramble against the wall. 

"What are you talking about?" I laugh insanely as I take my gun out and walk towards her pushing her right against the wall without touching her. My gun presses to the side of her hips and I see her stutter on her own breaths. 

"You think your father is clever? You think I'm seriously stupid, I will show you what stupid means when I blow your body out and ship it in a box to your father." 

"He wouldn't care." She blurted out; my eyes still never left hers as her forehead was touching the end of my chin. "You think he would care, do it and see the reaction you would retrieve. My father doesn't f**k love me enough to send an army to you. He would probably be happy since he was the one who kicked me and my mother out in the first place."  To say that confusion was being endured into my mind was one thing, but the sadness that rushed through her eyes hurt me. What was I doing? Part of me said to shoot her then the other part said it was all true. She clearly had her own story which was being untold of by the research we have done on her. 

I removed the gun tucking it into my back pocket as I felt her soft minty breath against my lips, I noticed her shed a slight tear before she wiped it away within an instant. "I don't like liars,"