Pretty lies

thirty seven- the moon and stars

"He's not in that- field."

"And you are?" That hit hard. Bitch.

"I am. You're going to have to get used to this face if you want to rule a mafia."

We sit in silence for a little while and I just watch as she stirs in her seat under my gaze. I love to know how much I taunt her.

"If I do this does that mean our mafias would be opposing." I didn't think about that part.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Are we going to be like enemies?" Never.

"The Marinos and the Roses are allies."

"Yeah, when my grandmother was in charge. I can change that."

"Watch what your saying."

"Or what? You scared that you're going to be beaten by me." Now she is up in my face and we are closer than before.

"No offence gorgeous, but I will win that war. So don't even-" I try to say before I land on my ass.

"Did you just floor me?"

"Still think you're winning?" She whispers confidently, just loud enough for me to hear. It takes only a few more seconds for her to be laying next to me.

"That wasn't very nice of you Marino." The mad woman groans.

"I never said I was nice."

"No, but it was still very misleading and I don't appreciate you doing this for the second time today."

"You said you wanted to learn ,so fucking pay attention." I feel her fist hit me in the rib and god she is wearing a lot of rings.

"Jesus Christ woman."

The sound of the door creaking open startles me and I watch as a concerned Mario glances between the both of us.

"Boss, are you alright?" He asks as he hurries over to me.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Isadora scoffs from beside me before getting up and charging away.

"She is something else." I mutter.

"She's a Rose, sir. It's in their blood." Don't I know it.

I didn't speak to her for the rest of the day. Apparently she spent her day in the garden, that's what Dante tells me.

He also said that Isadora is trying to set him up with her friend Silvia. Someone called someone hot and now she's planning a fucking June wedding.

I am not opposed to Isadora ruling a mafia, not at all, but I just don't want her to take on too much. She is going though a lot and I can't watch her go through more than what she needs to. It's unnecessary and uncalled for.

The sky looks very beautiful tonight. Something about a night sky has always felt significant to me. I even have a tattoo of the moon and stars which my mother was quite fond of.

My other tattoos are far darker yet all of them mean something. The date of my sister's birth is on my neck and I have the thumb print of my nonna. My personal favourite is almost a tally. There is a tree on the back of my leg and each leaf is there to represent someone I have killed.

It is a symbol of who I am and what I represent. My father and his father all have similar ones ,so it had become something of homage to our name.

No matter how much blood shed stains my hands or my blade, I am always going to be Alessandro fucking Marino.

——————————————————

we're back bitches.

this was just a short chapter to start things back up but I did enjoy writing it.

I hope you have all been doing alright in the cost of living crisis and if you haven't I have listed some help down below:

•https://www.gov.uk/government/publications/government-support-for-the-cost-of-living-factsheet/government-support-for-the-cost-of-living-factsheet

•https://www.charityexcellence.co.uk/Home/BlogDetail?Link=Cost-Of_Living_Grant_Funding

•https://www.crisis.org.uk/get-involved/philanthropy/philanthropy-bulletins/the-cost-of-living-crisis-how-we-are-supporting-our-members/

if you have the funding or the supplies, please go to your local food bank to donate. so many families have been suffering in this issue but we all need to support each other.

thank you to those who have done there part in helping others survive this and even if you haven't thank you for supporting in any way possible.