MEET YOU AGAIN, MY MAFIA

THE PIZZA HUT

GABRIELE FERRARI

It has been a week since I met… wait, I have only realised now that I did not get her name. But that doesn’t matter because I know where she lives and her apartment number, just in case I find the bastard who broke into her temporary home. Actually, I would like to see her more, so I am so happy that I somehow found her again. Well, the first time I met her when her car broke down, it was not really my intention to stop and help her, but because I saw her from behind, standing by her car, and her height just reminded me of someone I know but have not seen in a while, but when I saw her face, I was a little disappointed, but hey, it does not matter because I liked her and I would like us to develop some friendship or even more than that; who knows?

Anyway, I am still thinking so much about the break-in that happened at her apartment. It really upsets me when people target homes with only mothers living with their little helpless children with no patriarch in the house and they start attacking them.

Speaking of the patriarch; this makes me wonder if the lady lives alone with her son or if a man is living with them. It would be such a shame if the father of that little boy whom I did not quite see his face had left them, but unless he is no more, I could totally understand that. She did mention a men's Fossil watch, so there could be a man in her life perhaps?

But anyway, I need to find that man that stole the watch before the police find him. I need to prove to the tenants living in those apartments that they can trust me as their landlord and definitely believe that I can make them feel safe.

When Zio approached my company saying he would like to put his estate in an auction because he wants to retire from being the landlord owning a yard of eight buildings, each with five floors and about two hundred and forty apartments, with most of the tenants refusing to pay their bill, he told me that he is a sick old man and instead of choosing to die from the stress that he gets from his tenants, he decides to sell all the buildings.

Well, I am an estate agent, and I should be selling properties, not overtaking wanna-be homeowners’ chances. This was an opportunity for me to make something of my own that no one had helped me with. My success today is all because of my cousin and his wife, The Notorious Power Couple of Italy; Mr. and Mrs. Ferrari. They literally own Italy. Well, Mr. Ferrari is my cousin who is well known as Maurizio ‘Two-Sec’ – an Italian Mafia ranking number 1. He is eighteen years older than me, but I was so close to him when we were young and I was so glad that he took me in when I was twenty-four years and groomed me to be who I am today without asking me to pay him anything, I mean, what he has done for me can never hurt his fat wallet. He is a billionaire after all.

I bought the apartments for three million Euros, and the poor old man only asked for 800 000 Euros. Honestly, I am glad I am the one who made him an offer because other people would have taken advantage of his little knowledge about how much those buildings really cost.

I am in my office right now, working on the three-month plan of the change and development I want to make in the apartments, but it is going to be very strict and quite uncomfortable for other tenants, but it must be done.

A knock on the door makes me raise my head from my laptop and tell the person outside to come in.

Rachel, my secretary walks in followed by Elisa, my girlfriend of six months who is also Rachel’s best friend. I hate these two when they are together because I am already f*****g Rachel and I am also in a relationship with Elisa. Who knows what they talk about and who is planning what? But Rachel strictly knows the rules. What happens between us, stays between us.

“Signore, these are the files that you have asked for. I will leave you two then,” Rachel says before she leaves.

I stand up as Elisa comes around my table and I hug her and peck her lips.

“Hey, what brings you here?” I ask, sitting down on the chair and I pull her to sit on top of me.

“I miss you. I came to see if we can go out for lunch just across the street at the pizza hut,”

And I guess I’m going to pay.

As much as I don’t really feel like going out with her, I have no choice but to grab my keys, phone, and wallet, and walk out hand-in-hand with Elisa. Rachel clears her throat as we pass her by her desk, but because Elisa does not know what is going on, she thinks that her friend did that on purpose for her.

The reality is that Rachel is a jealous type of person. She introduced me to Elisa at some work event we attended a few months back not knowing we would start dating. Just a month ago, Rachel seduced me and confessed her feelings for me, and now I f**k with two best friends and Elisa does not know... yet. I need to find a way to end this because it is going to backfire on me horribly one day when Rachel was the one who started it.

We get to the Pizza hut, and we are immediately shown to our table by the waitress before she takes our drinks order.

“So, what are we eating?” Elisa asks, browsing through the menu.

“I thought I would ask you, but I feel like bacon and avocado pizza topping, what about you?”

“I think I will have the same,”

The waitress gets back and puts our drinks on the table and leaves after taking our pizza order. I open my can of Grapetiser and pour it into my glass and I start drinking it. I was really surprised when the lady I helped with her car actually offered me a Grapetiser as if she actually knew this is my favourite drink. It carries so many memories within its taste, I just love it.

“Baby, will you ever take me to your house?” Elisa starts, causing me to choke on my drink.

“One step at the time, signora,”

I have never taken her, or any girl to my house. It all ends in hotels, and if they don’t like it, they are free to leave me the f**k alone. Only the girl who is worth marrying will enter my house.

“You said that a month ago,”

“And I am saying it again now, Elisa; One Step at A Time,” I firmly say. My phone rings, causing me to get up and walk away from the table to answer it. "I will be back,"

I stand near the door and look outside through the window as I answer the call.

“Don, we found him,” Pablo says. He is my best friend, and when he and I met, we were broken people, but today, we are taking over the world.

“Good. Take him to the house, but make sure that whatever you do, you don’t touch his face,”

“Sì,”

“Did you find the watch too?”

“No, but I will make him talk,”

“Okay, we will meet later. I have to go now,”

I hang up and as I turn, My hard chest gets bumped by a soft head, and the person moans, stumbling backwards and dropping her handbag. I must have pushed her too hard.

She raises her head, pushing her long brown-goldish curly hair to the back of her ears away from her face, and looks at me, perplexed.

Her steel-blue eyes dilate as she opens her mouth to speak.

“Gabriele, I’m so sorry…”

Why do I keep meeting her in odd ways?

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER