Accidentally (Revised)

Chapter Four

"Good, now let's head to the hotel and leave," I said, "the faster we get home, the less time Arturo has to do anything to fuck with my shit," he nodded and I paid for our meal.

Once at the hotel, all of the men in the room stood up and waited for my command. I nodded and they carried on. I gave the order to pack up when Davidlee cleared his throat.

"Tell me you have something useful to say or keep your damn mouth shut," I said, shoving everything in my bag.

"The pilot is sick and no one else is around that can fly a jet," he said. I slammed my bag on the bed and turned to face him.

"Did I or did I not just say to only speak if you had something useful to say," I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose, "fine, I don't want to be here longer than I have to so looks like we are driving back to Sicily," no one agreed or disagreed with me. They packed their things and got the car ready. The first little bit of the drive consisted of Enzo and Franco arguing about who has the higher body count.

"Son, how many times do I have to explain this to you?" Franco said, "I'm forty-four, I've been in this business a long time. Way longer than you have been alive,"

"Yeah but that doesn't mean that you have killed more than me," Enzo said, rolling his eyes.

"Do you think I've always been a driver?" Franco asked, "I had your same position until I had to step out of it."

"I don't care who has the higher body count, I just want to get home," I complained closing my eyes. These two are going to give me a fucking migraine.

"Shut up no one asked you, you damn heifer," Enzo said as they went back to arguing. I groaned and hit my head on the window. It wasn't even two hours later and I heard their voice again, this time waking me up from the little sleep they are going to allow me to have.

"Boss, we are on the ferry now. They just gave word that we can walk around if we want," Davidlee said, getting out of the car. I yawned and followed a pursuit. I walked over to the railing and leaned on it, looking out into the ocean. The peace that I felt didn't last long as I soon felt a presence beside me causing me to turn and look. Liliana, Hugo Dubois' daughter, aka the girl from the restaurant.

"You're the guy I bumped into at the restaurant, right?" She asked, I nodded. A look of relief washed over her as she moved a little closer.

"I'm Liliana, I thought since I bumped into you, I could at least let you know my name," she said, giving me a small smile. That smile could get me into trouble. She doesn't know me but I know almost everything about her.

"The name is Luciano," I said, giving her a nod. She smiled and looked out at the ocean in front of us. I should not have researched into her like I did. Knowing what I know makes it hard to not want to take her to my bed and never let her leave.

"You're not from France, are you?" She asked.

"No, I'm from Sicily," I answered her, smirking. Her face lit up for a second before she quickly recovered herself.

"Oh, no way. That's where I'm moving too," she said, trying to keep the conversation going. I looked over at her, she was looking at me but she noticed me and looked back at the ocean.

"You are leaving the city of love to live out in Italy?" I asked. I knew that answer.

"Yes, in a heartbeat," she said. She went to say something else but stopped herself while she was ahead of herself.

"Why are you in a hurry?" I asked, this time I was the one trying to keep the conversation alive.

"My parents are a bit controlling...while my dad is," she said, "they had my whole life planned out. Who I was going to be friends with, how to act and be proper, how to dress, and I wouldn't put it pass them to have who I was going to marry figured out,"

"That sounds...awful," I said. It truly did sound awful but nine times out of ten that is how mafia families handle their daughters and occasionally their sons.

"It is...it was, but I'm free now," she said, she looked over her shoulder at the land that we were leaving. I knew the expression on her face, that was not a look of relief.

"Do you want to walk and talk?" I asked. I don't think I was ready for us to stop talking.

"Yeah would be lovely," she said, grinning. I gave her a small smile and we started walking.

And jut a disclaimer to all of you, if it wasn't for the fact I did my research I would not be so nice and open with this chick because one I hate people and two I'm no idiot.

"Is there any other reason you are wanting to go to Italy?" I asked.

"Yeah, I actually got accepted into a culinary school both in Paris and Italy. I didn't want to go to the one in Paris because that's what my parents wanted," she explained, "I broke the news to them that I was going to Italy to which my father being the hothead he is, lost his shit and made it into a fight,"

"Are they not supportive of you?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"My mother, she is not as uptight as my father. She wouldn't care how I acted or anything but with my father being a duke, he makes up seem to be the perfect French Family," she said, rolling her eyes, "but that enough about me, what about you?"

"I'm a businessman, I do all sorts of things," I said, making what I do simple and not like a criminal.

"All sorts of things?" She asked, laughing, "that's very specific, Luciano,"

"Well, my family owns a gun range so I of course manage that. I am a co-owner of a bank, and I have invested a ton into a pharmacy," I said, practically sugarcoating everything I do.

"That seems like a lot for just one man," she said, with wide eyes that were zoned out.

"I am lucky that I have enough people who are more than willing to put up with the rules and expectations that I require," I said, giving her a smile.

"Luciano, now that I know that you are a businessman, I almost feel bad for asking you this question," she said.

"Ask away," I said.

"Do you think that you could show me around Sicily?" She asked, looking at me.

"I can if I can fit you into my schedule," I said teasing her. There was no way I would let this go as the last time I see her.