She Knows

CHAPTER THREE

“So… you wanna leave this place for some ride?” he asked rubbing his jaw whilst smiling.

“Yes please. This place is getting boring already “

We went into the elevator, chatting our time away with just the two of us inside the elevator. We walked out the entrance door and what a beaut I saw parked outside the building.

Only Mafias buy Benz. Why was Marcel driving it? Marcel and I had a fantasy over so many things as teenagers.

Cars, superheroes, multiverse and I knew a lot about cars. I could tell that car was freaking expensive and it was authorized to mafias only.

“Don't crush on my car. She's mine only” Marcel said jokingly as he opened the door for me.

And when I got inside the car, I tried so much not to show how dazzled I was. The car was s*xy and sitting in a Benz like that, I felt like a princess in her carriage.

"Marcel, I…how did you get this car?” He laughed, “Well…let's just say you get what you want when you work smart and hard” he added, looking around the car pridefully.

“That's not what I'm talking about. This car is only authorized to mafias. You know this. If you got this car and…it's going to b….

“Woah! Calm down D” he darted, calling me by my nickname.

“How did you think I got to be in this party anyways?”

Sh*t! Why didn't I ask earlier? I gave him a confused look, the party going on inside was not just any party. It was an engagement party of a Mafia son and a Mafia himself.

To get in, you either had to have a friend or relative who was a Mafia or you had to be one yourself and…..

“Wait…you didn't hear?

“Hear what?” he smiled and I grew more confused. “I'm under the Salvatini Family now” he said, spreading his arms pridefully. I didn't find it normal.

I was shocked, I didn't know how to react exactly or how to place it. Being under the Salvatini Family meant…

“Who exactly?”

“Andres Salvador Salavitini”

“What?! My father!” I gasped, turning swiftly to see if Marcel was serious or just trying to scare me. This was unusual, firstly because Marcel had always talked being an engineer.

He would often say “ I'm going to be the first person to design a flying car”.

I never imagined him being a Mafia or part of a Mafia family. Marcel glanced at me quickly before refocusing on the road.

“It's not that bad. I mean it has it's fun and the boring part”

“Not bad! Marcel…did you even….do you know what the word Mafia means? So …hold on, you're literally a part of the Salvatini Family now?”

I didn't know how to word it exactly. It all sounded so strange on my tongue and made me slightly uncomfortable. Even though I didn't know much about it, the word Mafia should be enough to know that it was definitely not a safe career.

"Come on now, you're underestimating me now. I've been a Mafia for over two years. You think I don't know anything yet?” Michael chuckled.

“Part of the family isn't the word I would say” He continued to tease.

"Tell me then?” I chuckled, and he shrugged.

"Ermmm…I just run a part of the buisness so I would say part of the family buisness.” I kept quiet, staring at the road with a thousand quest running through my mind waiting to pour out.

Marcel turned to look at me briefly before refocusing on the road. “I know that look.

Come on, out with it” “I don't know…you are not taking this seriously.

Two years isn't enough to know how dangerous being a Mafia or even part of one can be. What happened to the dreams of constructing a flying car?”

I slightly faced him with a brow raised. He took a deep breath and I felt a pang of guilt. It felt as if I was stressing him with my own worries but he can't blame me, I was only to protect him.

“Did you really believe that? We were kids D. And besides, I still love constructing new things.Un uomo ha da mangiare”.

He stated, taking his hands off the wheel for a second to demonstrate his statement. I laughed for a while before composing myself again.

“Where did you learn that from. Oh my!”

"See! There's a lot one can learn in two years. I mean, I meet a lot of Italian buisness associates everyday and some like to converse in that language. Guess who I also meet?” He asked, smirking.

“Uhmm..the president?” I guessed and he burst into a laughter that seemed endless.

“Rivals. Trust me. You need just two things when meeting a rival. Your language and this!” He said and I averted my eyes towards his handd too see what he was holding up.

GASP!

“Marcel. Stop this car right now. Drop me off!” I froze, my heart racing as Marcel raised a gun with an unerving air of confidence.

For a terrifying moment, I thought he was preparing to test his sim at me. There was something about seeing something all the time but each time you see it, it scares the sh*t out of you.

“Woah woah! I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I just…I'm sorry “ he pleaded, putting it away.

I placed my hands on my chest as i tried to control my breathing.

“Don't…do that again!” I screamed, running my hands through my hair and sure enough, I looked like a scared little chipmunk.

He let me catch my breath and arrange my hair before he continued, “but…I'm sorry, I thought you were accustomed to these thing. Your father carries one all the time”

“Yeah. And guess what? I haven't seen my father in years”

“You look pretty anyways” He laughed, and I felt a small tingle erupt in my stomach at him calling me beautiful.

He was always an expert in changing the topic of a conversation, without anyone knowing.

“So…what about you? You good in the culture of Mafias? Maybe you could uhm ..teach me.”

He said winking at me. "I guess you're right. But you know… I think it's mostly forgotten. I haven't been around family for years”

“Naahh… I don't believe that.” It took me minutes to convince him that I was no longer familiar with the culture of my family. It was to my advantage to lie about it.

Countless times, I had seen people speak Italian between themselves, saying crap about me and then I would take them by surprise lm “Well at least you know something. It can't just vanish like that”

“I could say…I know a bit. My mom drops a few phrases time to time so I learn the little I can” I bit down on my lip, hoping he didn't catch on to my lie.

I couldn't blame Marcel if he he found My statements a bit too hard to believe.

My parents were both Italians, they grew up in the western part of the town. A village, and we all know how it is with villages. They never stop speaking their language.

Language was a big part of culture.

And so as we grew up, that was mostly the language we heard, but after the divorce, we relocated to a different city where no one understood no language apart from English.

Michael faced me and gave me another one of his beautiful smiles.

He was one handsome man with ocean-blue eyes that you easily could get lost in.

I averted my gaze so I wouldn't be caught staring for too long. His handsomeness made me a little nervous.

“But hey! I could teach you some other stuffs, like close combat skills, our tactics of finding enemies, animal symbols and pretty much h…”

He tilted his chin upwards like a soldier ready for duty. I let out a small chuckle. He looked so proud.

"Wow! Look at you! Marcelino Diegos, teaching me my culture. Remember, I used to teach you how to punch Jeremy the bully.” I teased.

His lips curved up as he drove through the huge gates of my father's mansion.

Anxiety was building up as we approached the entrance. He really didn't want to talk about Jeremy the bully, it took eight years before Marcel could finally stand up to Jeremy and it was all thanks to me, the American knucklehead went home with a split nose.

"Alright! Didn't think we'd make it. You ready?” He asked me, placing his hands on the arm of my seat. I took a deep breath and nodded.

”No”

“Perfect. It's always the best when you're not ready” he said as he quickly got out and made his way to my side and opened the door for me as he gave me his hand.

“Ladies first.”

"Thanks." I smiled, holding his hand while attempting to exit the car gracefully, without flashing him too much leg with the long sl*t up my thigh.

Stepping out with my right foot first was a mistake as the sl*t rode higher up, giving him a full view of my tanned leg.

Michael's eyes dropped to my bare skin, and I hurriedly got my other leg out and stood up. My cheeks got all hot when I saw Marcel smirking.

Clearing my throat, I looked down to make sure my dress was still in place, and I wasn't accidentally flashing anyone.

If people were going to talk about me, I certainly didn't want them to talk about how they could see my thong.

“You know, If you're really not ready. There's a place I could take you.”

Marcel's eyes followed my fingers as I adjusted the necklace between my breasts. He gave a small smile as he touched the gem.

I was still confused as to what he meant,

“You've been rubbing that necklace, wanna rub on something else?” He let his hand fall to his side and gave a full-on smirk.

"What do you think?” He inched closer to me. "You could rub on something bigger than that tiny necklace.”

Marcel whispered while looking deep into my eyes, and my breath got caught in my throat. I was pretty sure my face was as red as it could be, and my heart beat a little faster at our closeness.

I gave his arm a light smack as I sidestepped him. I felt like I couldn't breathe when he was so d*mn close to me.

"Marcel! Stop being too goofy and let's go. Jeez! I wouldn't want to miss anything happening today." I said hurrying him along.

I heard him laugh as he shut the car door and walked up next to me. He took the small gift from me and put his hand on my back.

"Here goes nothing" I mumbled to myself as I took deep breath, mentally preparing myself and hoping everything would turn out okay.

Together, we walked upstairs, my head trying so hard to recognize the place that once terrorized me. Home.