Your Mafia Husband-Edoardo

Mafia isn't something to joke about. It's something serious and dangerous. It was born in Italy, of course, and have always been an association of dangerous terrorists that committed massacres, cold-blooded killings and then erased the evidence by throwing the bodies in acid. Around the world people tend to think Mafia isn't something so dangerous and worrying, but how could they say that without living with the fear of getting killed out of nowhere just to have their own murderers at their funeral?

Only Italian people can understand this feeling.

You were the daughter of an important politician in the US: your father. He would always spoil you non-stop, make sure everything is perfect for you and stuff like that.

Your father had many alliances even with other countries, including Italy. You liked Italy a lot, especially Rome and your father decided to send you there for a vacation, thinking everything would go well.

The people in Rome were all friendly and tried to say something in their broken English, hoping to be able to help you in some way. Your father made sure you could go to sleep in a luxury hotel but, before going to sleep, you decided to go for a walk.

Never go for a walk alone at night.

You were simply walking by yourself, admiring how beautiful the place seemed even at night but, when you got distracted for a moment, you suddenly got kidnapped. You tried to see who it was but you passed out almost immediately.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a small house, sitting on a black sofa. Despite the house being small, it looked modern and clean.

In front of you there was a tall man, probably around his sixties with grey bread and hair, black eyes and an handsome young man next to him.

They tried to speak English, also helped by some guards beside them. You eventually found out these two men knew who your father was and decided to kidnap you so that he would have paid a lot to have you back.

The young man, who's name was Edoardo, told you that you two would get married. He probably found you attractive. You were terrified. The men next to them, the guards, had guns and rifles and were starting at you as if challenging you to make a wrong move.

You didn't have any choice and eventually got married with Edoardo.

NOW

You and Edoardo have been married for a few months. A few hard months. You just wanted to go home, hug your father and sleep in your own bed. Now, you had to share a house with someone you didn't know but that surely was dangerous. This man would always be disrespectful and, even if he said something in Italian, you could understand from his tone that he wasn't happy.

You were now sitting on an armchair, looking outside a big window in the living room. Edoardo was out because he had to deal with "some stuff", and you could finally stay alone with your own thoughts.

Suddenly, the front door opened, revealing Edoardo with sharp eyes and his clothes and face full of blood.

When he spotted you, he slightly smiled.

Edoardo: "Non preoccuparti, questo sangue non è il mio."

(Don't worry, this blood isn't mine)

Edoardo said as he walked towards the fridge, grabbing a beer before walking back in the living room, standing right in front of you. When he saw your confused face, he rolled his eyes.

Edoardo: "Still don't understand Italian?"

He asked with his broken English, looking in your eyes with an intensity that made you shiver.