Mesmerizing Mr. Mafia

The Vengeful Mr. D'Amico

"Where are we?" Sophia asked as we stood outside and waited for someone to let us in.

"Your gramma's home," I sighed. Don't get me wrong, she seemed like a really nice person and all, but it was hard to make a connection with someone when they didn't speak a word of English. I also wasn't a fan of the food she stuffed down my throat.

"Don't sound too excited, amore mia," Angelo suppressed a smile.

The door swung open and a round, balding man surfaced. He looked confused, as did Angelo and even Sophia. I could care less, "Chi sei?" (Who are you?)

Angelo went off in Italian, it sounded kind of like a rant, but I couldn't be so sure.

"You're Angelo?" The man asked in butchered English. At least he spoke it at all though. "Oh, I've heard a lot about you," he said as if slightly frightened, "Come in, come in. Lemme get your mama," he ushered the three of us inside before closing the door behind us and going off into a back room.

"Is your mom dating him? Who is he?" I asked Angelo quietly, thinking that he may know the answer. He talked to his mom at least once a week, I don't know why she wouldn't tell him this. He seemed like her favorite child by far.

"I don't know," he actually looked really confused. "I hope she's not with him."

"Why?"

"He looks disgusting."

"You're so judgmental."

"I'm looking out for my family. If Sophia comes home with a guy like that one day, you best believe he's going to get popped in the head. Because much like my mother, she deserves so much better."

"Ok, well, what if I was fat and ugly when you first saw me."

"I would've 'kidnapped' Sienna and had her get me the money I wanted but never did get."

Disgusting.

"And fallen in love with her?" I asked.

"Of fucking course not. I love you, my feisty little criceta. Now, lets stop talking about hypotheticals. They're a waste of both our time."

-Angelo's POV-

Mia madre and her new male companion came out into the living room where Chloe, Sophia and I were standing. I haven't seen her in four years and she wasn't how I remembered her at all. She had gone dangerously thin.

She rushed over to me and threw herself in my arms before planting several sloppy kisses all over my cheeks, "My baby," she said. (Since they both speak Italian, I'll auto translate to English but just know that Chloe has no idea what anyone is saying.) "I missed you," her eyes left mine and slowly traveled down to where Sophia was cowering behind my leg. A loud shriek left her thin lips, "Sophia," she held her arms out, "Come here, little one."

Sophia didn't move and only held onto me tighter as my mom tried to pull her into a hug. She was shy, tired and terribly stubborn. The three of those didn't make a good combination. "No!" She screamed as I tried to gently remove her, and then she ran over to the most confused looking Chloe I've ever seen.

The Madre stood up completely straight and gave me an angered look, "This is your fault! If you'd come home more often, she wouldn't do this! Lorenzo comes around here with Eloisa (his daughter - couple months younger than Sophia) and Sienna more often than you do!"

"Well, Lorenzo does nothing but sit around and do nothing all day anyway. He even lives here. I'm busy."

She gave me the look no one wants to get from their mother, "You're never too busy for family, Angelo."