Mafia ?

"No. You are wrong. Being normal is very rare. To you, being normal might be being in your right senses, or behaving like other humans. But to me, being normal is accepting that you are who you are, not caring about whatever anyone says, doing all what you want without minding people watching, fighting yourself to win yourself, making money not because you want to enjoy, but because you have debts to pay, you have to survive, you have parents to take care of, you have rents to pay, you have clothes to buy, you have to feed yourself, you have to make yourself comfortable, you have to make a good impression towards others. Why? Because you are Mira Mesa. And that is why I like you." He explained in a detailed manner. His words really struck my heart, it was convincing. I smiled.

"Your way of defining normal is quite nice. " I said as I smiled, moved closer to him and kissed him and kissed him. He removed his lips.

"You have not given me response. " He said softly.

"Do not stop me. I won't let you go this time. " I replied as I kissed him again. Heart to heart! Lips to lips! I wrapped my hands round his shoulders, he held my waist as we pressed into each ot

her. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly as I went on top of him.

"Should I take it off?" He said gasping for breath, pointing to his trousers.

"What are you waiting for?" By that time, I made sure I tried my possible best to hold him tight so he would not stop me. He took off his trousers and I took off my short gown. Half naked in front of each other, not embarrassed to see each other, we continued kissing so hard that we could not stop even if we wanted to. As I tried to take off his boxers, he stopped me. I looked straight into his eyes, trying to listen to the excuse he was going give.

"Let's not have sex. " He said.

"What? Hey, why are you always like this? Why do you always stop me anytime I want to do it? We are adults, nothing is wrong there. " I said still sitting on top on him.

"I don't know how to do it. Let's just stop here. "

"Are you even a guy? What kind of guy is as cowardice as you? I mean, I am the one that ought to be saying that. I am not complaining, so why you? You said you wanted to date me. You can not even handle me. How are you supposed to date me then?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. " He replied as he smiled slightly. I thought he was someone who loved pleasure. But, he was a whole lot of different vibe. Despite being warned severally by my grandmother that I should never give my body to a guy except if I am married to him, I failed to listen. To me, sex is just a pleasure. Nothing else. It is just like playing around.

"Let us get ready for tomorrow sir. I will go to my room. Good night. " I said as I set out to leave the room.

"Wait. We planned to receive feedback from Mr Mike together. Let us hear what we should do before we go to sleep. " He said. His facial expression showed me that he felt really guilty for not having sex with me.

"Okay fine. Call him. " I replied in an informal way. He picked his phone and called Mike.

"Hello sir. I was just about to call you. " Mike said on the phone line. It was in loud speaker.

"Okay. Any updates?"

"The couples are Americans. Fortunately, Fazio has not met them. Their names are Johnson and Gladden. They have no kids. They are going to meet Fazio for no reason. He invited them over. You can use that opportunity to ask him about the Miami book company. I heard that Fazio invited them for business. I will try my possible best to distract them away from Fazio. So, you should try to look good tomorrow like real couples. " Mike explained.

"Okay Mr Mike. Thank you. " Hart replied as he hung up. "Did you hear that?"

"Yes. Then, I should get going. "

"Alright. I'm sorry for today. Good night. " I didn't reply him but instead left the room.

The next morning, we set out to meet Fazio. I used my skills to track down his location. And we were able to get there. It was a building, more like a home, more like a company.

"Soub bakhayr. " Hart said. I was amazed that he could speak their language. The men did not reply, they kept looking at us like we did something wrong. Then, I realised something — they were Italians. They could not understand what we said.

"Sir, I think they are Italians. " I whispered to him.

"Oh! I can't speak Italy. " He whispered back.

"Good morning. We are visitors. We are here to see Mr Fazio. " I said to them hoping they would understand what I was saying.

"What are you? Do you have business with Fazio?" One of their men asked.

"Yes. We are couples. Our name is Mr and Mrs Johnson and Gladden.

"Oh! Welcome. This way please. " They said as they led us down to where Fazio was. The house was big and well built. The structure looked like that of a rich family's home, but the design and the placement looked like a company. I was hesitant to see who Fazio was. He turned his back at first.

"Welcome Gladden and Johnson. I cannot believe you could honour my request. " He said still facing back.

"Yes. It is also an honour to have met you. " I replied him. Then, he faced us.

"So, he is Fazio. " I whispered to Hart.

"Wait. This is the face of the American Mafia's boss!" He whispered back to me.

"What? Fazio is mafia!"