True love is not the number of kisses, or how often you get them, true love is the feeling that still lingers long after the kiss is over ❦
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❦Simon Reed, she's stubborn, sassy, unkind as people would say, no one has ever gotten close enough to fin...
Eyes staring into mine, my lips pulled up into sinister a smile. "This is indeed a pleasant surprise" i smiled and rubbed my sweating hands against my thighs worriedly. "You look awful" Sergio comments with the same frown on his face since the day he got me. "Aw thanks, I dressed like this for you" I kept my smile on my face.
Sergio's grey hair was captured by the shining lights making it stand out, his face wrinkled in some areas making him appear older. Giana stood beside him, Giana was no younger then Sergio. Her wrinkles had came in just as bad. Her hair was graying in patches. Her eyes had dark circles around them making her appearance look tired and sleepy.
"Simon, what happened" Giana ran over to me, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into her chest. "Nothing Anutie, I just fell" I whispered softly.
Giana pulled away and looked at my face "when Miles called and said you were awake, I was so happy" she smiled softly while pulling my hair out of my face. Her accent peeking through, she kissed my cheek.
Sergio walked up behind Giana, miles stepped beside me and cleared his throat protectively. Sergio scoffed at miles small gesture. "avere un problema?" I turned my attention to Sergio. [translation: have a problem?]
"forse, e cosa faresti al riguardo?" He spat, his tone laced with venom. [translation: maybe, and what would you do about it]
"abbastanza! smettila di combattere entrambi!" Giana screamed, I snapped my head in Gianas direction "sorry" I gave her an apologetic smile. [translation: enough! Stop fighting both of you!]
"Simon we just wanted to have lunch with you that's all" Giana gave a pleading eyes while miles wrapped his arm around my waist bringing me closer to his body. "Please, Miles. Just lunch, I'll make sure she's okay" she begged Miles and he looked at me.
I nodded my head telling him it was okay and he could leave. "Are you sure?" He whispered softly and I nodded.
He leaned down and placed a small peck on my lips, the feeling sent my mind into a frenzy. His soft, gentle lips pressed against mine. His touch brought butterflies to my stomach. "Be careful" he begged before letting go and exiting the room.
"facciamola finita" i said before also exits the room. Sergio and Giana followed closely behind.
— We ate in the hospital cafeteria. There wasn't much to choose from but we made it work. I ordered a veggie burger with fries, Giana and Sergio both got a regular cheeseburger. "So Simone, how's Miles treating you" I glanced at Sergio whom was smirking. I want going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that everything wasn't always great.
"It's been amazing, Miles is a good man" I smiled, and play with the ends of my robes. "Oh really?" Sergio smirked wildly "I thought he was the leader of the Spanish mafia?" He chuckled before Giana gave him a glare.
"Sergio! fermati adesso!" Giana slapped his thigh making me gag. Sergio rolled his eyes but ultimately stopped. "Sorry simon" she softly said. [translation: Sergio! Stop now!]
"va bene zia, ora perché siete davvero qui?" I drew out, I had a feeling they didn't just come here to have a nice friendly chat. [translation: it's okay anutie, now why are you two really here] "can't we just come see our niece" Sergio smiled and Giana had a guilty look on her face.
"Nope, now tell me what you want" Sergio smiled like he always does when he talks business and Giana couldn't even look me in my eye.
"Voglio la mafia spagnola." He paused [translation: I want the Spanish mafia]
"Miles si sta espandendo molto rendendo la sua mafia più forte e migliore della nostra. Lo voglio." Sergio cleared up the confusion. Why was he telling me this? What did he want from me?
"cosa ha a che fare questo con me?" I asked finally, Sergio rolled his eyes before opening his mouth to speak. [translation: what does this have to do with me?]
"tu la mia adorabile nipote o l'esca" he chuckled sinisterly. [translation: you my lovely niece are the bait]
"cosa ti fa pensare che non lo dirò a Miles?" I asked and Sergio dropped his smile completely, his eyes boared into mine. His face was stone cold and serious. [translation: what makes you think I won't tell Miles?]
"perché abbiamo qualcosa a cui tieni profondamente" he spat, his face showing nothing but his eye showing anger. [translation: because we have something you care deeply about]
"e non vorremmo che succedesse qualcosa al povero piccolo matteo, vero?" Fear ran through my body, my blood became ice cold. I turned to Giana she was looking at her hands acting as if this conversation wasn't happening.
Acting as if her husband wasn't a raging bitch or lunatic. My blood started to boil, while looking at someone I called family. "come hai potuto lasciarglielo fare!" I yelled drawing attention. Giana snapped her gaze up to me with tearful eyes. [translation: how could you let him do this!]
"simon, non ho scelta" her voice broke, tears started to fall down her cheeks, her nose was red and stuffy. I didn't feel any sympathy though, she'd let Sergio get away with far to much. [translation: Simon, I don't have a choice]
"quindi invece di difendere te stesso mi lasceresti ferire qualcun altro! i tuoi 56 anni difendono te stesso!" I shouted and banged my hand on the table. The rule was family over mafia in our house but now it seems as if they chose mafia. Matteo is family, he's my family. [translation: so instead of sticking up for yourself you'd let me hurt someone else! your 56 years old stick up for yourself! ]
"Simone please- "leave" I whispered quietly "Simon you have to understand- "just fucking leave!" I shouted making Giana stumble back, she nodded grabbing her stuff. "Thanks for the lunch" was the last thing she said before leaving me alone.
A worker came up from behind me "is everything okay?" The male worker asked and I nodded, getting up from my seat I walked down the long endless hallways.
What was I going to do, there was nothing I could do. They were holding Matteo, my family against me. All I have in this miserable world is family. I had nothing else, the thought of losing that would forever hunt me. What was I going to do?
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- so I like the idea of this chapter I just hate the way I wrote it.
- so that happened, I feel like there's so much going on in this book. But Um, thoughts on this chapter?
-btw this is the most I translated in a chapter ever.
