𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

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Marcello had been in her last period of the day, meaning that he's who she sat next to - she wouldn't have, but he pulled her down onto the seat and dragged it right beside him, leaving no room for discussion.

When class ended, she headed for the bus, but he pulled her back and sat her into his car, she didn't know what car it was, but it looked expensive.

They sat in silence before Bambina questioned, "How's your arm?"

"What?" He looked at her oddly.

"You dislocated it when I first met you," she responded, still admiring the interior decorating of the car.

"Oh, it's fine, I've had worse." He gave a sideways glance to the small girl.

Due to her size, any onlooker would never have guessed that they were only one year apart in age.

"As long as your ok," she nodded.

"I'll be ok whenever you're around." He flashed a cheesy smile.

She liked it when he smiled.

Trying to hide her own smile, she looked out the window, seeing the world flash before her, "I don't want you living in the maids building," Marcello began driving faster.

The sky was a mix of cotton candy pink and blues, Bambina loved it.

"What? But where am I supposed to stay?" Was he going to kick her out?

"With me, in the main house, and you will not be doing any maid work," he replied.

"I can't," Bambina shook her head, her hands forming an intricate knot on her lap.

"And why not?" He looked and sounded calm, but anyone could tell that he was anything but.

"I don't know you, and I still have my zia to worry about," she spoke carefully and slowly, making sure not to say words that might further upset him.

"Your zia will be fine, and you really have no choice in this matter." Bambina frowned.

Upon seeing their Don, the security guards opened the gates, bowing their head in respect as they passed.

This was the first time Bambina had seen the front of the mansion, there was a giant roundabout in front of the door, a fountain in the middle, flowers surrounding it.

The house was tall and intimidating, windows above the large front door, from the top of it to the top of the second floor.

Marcello stopped the car and got out, opening Bambina's door as well.

Thanking him quietly, she marvelled at the house with an open mouth. He placed his hand at the small of her back and led her in, servants bowing their head as their Don passed them.

"They really respect you," Bambina mused, not at all paying attention to where Marcello was leading her.

"They know who I am and what I can do," he shrugged simply.

They knew his capability of killing anyone who even looked at him in an odd way.

They knew how lethal he was.

They knew he could do whatever atrocity he wanted and make it look an accident, or worse, someone else's fault.

Because of the latter talent, many people who did something that the Don did not like, were falsely accused and put in jail, or worse, found drowned in a tub, at the bottom of a tall building, or even with a rough noose around their neck in the living room for their family to see once they got home. He was ruthless and didn't give a fuck about others' feelings and they knew it.

"What can you do?" Bambina looked at him with a smile.

They had reached the elevator and got in.

"I can," he tried to think of a PG thing to say, "handle a gun well." He mentally punched himself, yeah, PG.

"Really? So can I!" She looked at him with excitement.

"What?" he sputtered as the elevator opened, eyes open in surprise.

His father told him that one of the capos, Bambina's adoptive father, had chosen to keep his daughter out of the mafia life, therefore, opting to not enrol her in the mafia school.

"Yeah, padre taught me for self-defence," she smiled thinking of her father.

They entered the large bedroom and even though she had already seen it, Bambina gawked with childlike wonder.

"You may look around if you like, what's mine is yours," Marcello said, pulling off his shirt and revealing his abs, Bambina still hadn't noticed yet though.Β 

Bambina went towards the two doors and opened the first one, a giant bathroom, a large jacuzzi built into the ground in the corner and a shower in the other corner. In the middle of the whole bathroom was a firepit, like an actual fire pit... with fire.

Slowly walking away in a daze, she went to the other door, revealing rows upon rows of clothes. On the left wall were men's clothes, a giant selection of suits, shirts, pants, belts and shoes.

The wall across from her was covered in mirrors, and there was a couch smack bang in the middle of the room. On the right wall were women's clothes and Bambina's heart fell, he already had someone, so what was she doing here?

"Take a closer look." His voice snapped her out of it, her gaze going to him.

Heeding what he said, she stepped closer to the gorgeous, name brand dresses and tops. Why had he wanted her to take a closer look? Did he want to show off the unique designs of each? Suddenly, it dawned on her, these dresses looked to be her size. She looked at the shoes, her size. Opening the drawers there was a large amount of underwear that made her blush red, they were her size as well.

"I don't understand," she looked up at Marcello for answers, only to realise he was much closer than she realised.

"What is to understand?" He said softly, their noses almost touching.

"Why did you show me all of these clothes?" Marcello pulled away and Bambina felt her body go cold.

"They are yours," he cleared his throat and avoided her eye contact.

"B-but why?"

"Because you are mine, and you deserve the best and only the best." He replied, gaze shifting to his feet.

"But, it is so expensive," she rebuked, and he smirked.

"Money is nothing, Bambi."

She looked around and gave him a smile, "Only if it's no trouble," who could say no to such a gift?

She reached forward and hugged him, causing him to stiff at the feeling. Slowly, ever so slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him.

He never wanted to let her go.

Bambina pulled away, her heart all aflutter.

They left the walk-in closet, Bambina biting her lip furiously, for sure he thought she was a weirdo now!

"Oh Mio Dio!" She gasped as realisation dawned on her.

"Yes?" Marcello looked at her.

"You're not wearing a shirt!" She covered her eyes as she heard a chuckle come from him.

"It's all yours Bambi," he muttered as he got a shirt to put on, eliciting a sigh of relief from her as she didn't hear what he said.

"Your gun is very pretty," Bambina walked closer and observed the black glock.

"Not as pretty as you." He smirked and Bambina playfully rolled her eyes, feeling more at ease with him as time went by.

"So where will I be staying?" Bambina inquired.

"With me, here, in this room." Marcello sat on the bed and pulled her next to him.

The silk sheets under her fingers made her just want to sink into it.

"Dinner!" Someone knocked briefly on the door before leaving.

"I have to help out!" Bambina shot up before she was pulled down into Marcello's lap.

"Bambi, you are no longer a maid remember?" He murmured into her ear, relishing in their closeness, "Now, go get dressed, something comfy," he kissed her forehead and pushed her into the walk-in closet, beetroot red.

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