IN LOVE WITH HIM

03

Finally, he articulates, but in Italian:

-Think of this as saying the truth.

He sizes me up for a moment, then turns to his sidekick:

-lasciamo this posto squallido.

- y-you're going to kill me? He turns to me, smiles and traps my chin between his fingers:

-Caz is in a good mood today? He asks his sidekick while he still observes me, smiling.

- I don't know, my mother pregare per il suo sedere.

- my partner says you should pray for your butt. He releases my chin, then unties me and sharply orders me to get up. I obey him, but wavering slightly.

- listen pecora, we're going to take a car and stop at a fast food restaurant to eat something, given your ugly face, it's certain that you must be hungry... but the small downside is that you have to Shut up, we're in Sicily, most people here don't speak your language, I wouldn't want to be trying to justify your identity to a cop, capito?

- d-okay.

- I knew I could count on you, come on, darling. I have difficulty understanding this character, on the one hand, he threatens me with a gun, on the other, he unties me and suggests that I go eat to regain my strength. It's a little disconcerted that I grab the hand he holds out to me, following his every step.

We went up some stairs, once we reached the top, he released my hand and pushed on what seemed to me to be a door, immediately the light penetrated inside the place we were in, almost blinding me. My kidnapper grabbed my hand again and forced me to move forward.

Once outside, I realized we were in an attic.

- your name is Laura, you are Caz Marchal’s fiancée, is that understood?

- from whom? I-I don't understand.

- pecora, if a cop or anyone asks you for that matter, you tell them that your name is Laura and that you are Caz Marchal's fiancée.

- I-I...thought most people here didn't speak Spanish?

-santa merda, among the cops, there are some who speak your language, do you understand? don't play dumb, if you ever try to run away or even say you were kidnapped, Caz would be able to bribe half the cops who aren't already just to get your head.

- Kaz? You mention his name several times, who is he?

- He's the boss of the Sicilian mafia, and believe me my darling, you certainly don't want to piss him off.

I don't say anything and just follow him and his companion as they get into the car. I don't know if it's the adrenaline or the fear that keeps me from bursting into tears and crying like a good captive would, but I thank this thing, it helps me contain myself.

As expected, my kidnappers' vehicle parked in front of a busy fast food restaurant, the exterior of the place was beautiful to look at, as was the interior which had a welcoming appearance. We took a table next to the bay window, and it was the man with the shaved head who took a seat next to me. The other was in front of us and had already grabbed the meal:

-what are you going to take? He asks me discreetly in Spanish as he puts the menu back on the table.

- a hamburger .

- very good choice, darling, he smiled at me.

At the same time the waitress appeared with a radiant smile plastered on her lips, she gave me a not at all discreet look and began to say:

-Chi è?

She said her words while staring at the virtuous man in a three-piece suit, he frowned and replied:

-ciao marta, non devi saperlo, eat at a hamburger.

- ho? Do you speak Spanish darling? She asks me, looking at me strangely.

My heart skips a beat, I look at the man to know if I should answer him or play deaf, but he acquiesces, thus giving me his approval:

- Yes …

- So you are my sister, she smiled, I am Spanish.

- ho…uh nice to meet you, I articulated awkwardly.

-me, is it Marta and you? What's your name?

- Laura, I'm Caz's fiancée. She gave a little laugh then shook her head:

- Caz is my boss, I work for him, and I would know if he got you engaged, what is your real name?

- leave him alone Marta and concentrate on your mission, we are passing through, we will leave in a few minutes.

- Dove, calm down, I wanted to meet her, in any case welcome to the s**t Laura.

With that, she turned on her heel and left.

- who is this woman ? I asked, suddenly interested.

- don't let her angelic smile and cherubic voice fool you, she's a real b***h, she's going out with Caz, so she thinks she's allowed anything.

- ho, I said, widening my eyes.

- come on, get up, we're leaving

- I-I thought we were going to eat-

- not anymore, he interrupts me.

I get up from my chair, then let him intertwine our hands, then move with him towards the exit door of the fast food restaurant, unlike us the man with the shaved head has not always moved from his chair, but that doesn't doesn't seem to bother the man I'm going with, I would even say he doesn't care:

- wait...I... He stops, turns his head in my direction and arches an eyebrow:

-you don't have to do that, I begged him with a look, how much do you want for my release?

He laughed, a grin crossing his face, then his head tilted to the side, a certain cheerfulness emanating from him:

- How much are you offering me to betray my boss? My eyes widened, my mouth opened, but I said nothing:

- hello my pretty, how much do you offer?

- you, how much do you want?

He gave me a calculating look, a small laugh escaped him then he bit his lower lip and finally ended up speaking:

- no pair of t**s, nor any amount of money will make me betray my boss, and for your safety, avoid asking anyone else that, you risk getting shot in the head for even mentioning his words.