Under Mafia Protection

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gyi mane tune to breathe without feeling like I was under a microscope. 

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beth, shaking my head there I was right in the center of a usaba crisis, yet I was listed on food. Go figure. 

Some rome later, I was touched eating and walkest and on the mall “believable, Intered to myself, watching how different people walked 

wes with maluple boxes. 

Those bags were probably months word of rent and they could afford it, just like Alessio could I wasn’t julging them by any means. If anything. I 

hout worrying about BIORITY. 

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Lescaped from my thoughts when a beautiful whe children’s dress in the window caught my eye I had bought Naty linte things, but I had never bought her something expensive, 

scanned over the price tag with the ridiculous amount of zeros. 1200 dollars for a dress was insane, overpriced, something I couldn’t afford -but then I remembered Alessio’s cand burung a hole in my pocket. 

Maybe just maybe.. 

I grabbed the cand and looked at it. I told myself I wasn’t going to use his money, but it wasn’t like he was going to miss it 

He gave me the card, and knowing how he got ticked off over the smallest things, he probably expected me to use it. 

I did say I wasn’t going to buy anything for myself, but I never said anything about Naty 

Having made my decision. I walked into the boutique. It felt like I was stepping onto an alien planet, and one could tell that I did not fit in. The customers wearing their fancy coats, heels and designer sunglasses, shidi’t hesitate for a second before they glanced at me. 

Then cause the store employee who somehome teleported in front of me. The woman with her hair in a neat bain, looked me up and down with fear in her eyes as if I had just announced I was here to robilie place, 

“Yes” she lifted her brow, 

I tried keeping my cool 1-4 would like to buy the dress in the winslow. A size S, please” 

The employee’s face turned snobby. “There’s a store more within your range down the hall,” she said in the most unkind tone, loud enough so the entire store could hear. 

I 

I felt my checks heat up “I have money,” I almost whispered, half embarrassed. “And I want that dress” 

“Okay” she replied, her attitude bigger than the store itself. 

I had always told myself that if I would somehow win the lottery and this were to happen to me, I would just walk out and give my money to someone worthy–but now that I had experienced it first–hand, my initial thoughts hail changed. 

Now I had no choice but to look at those rich people staring at me like a puzzle piece that that fit, but I did it for the joy of gifting something special to my daughter. For her, I could endure a few raised eyebrows. 

As I approached the counter, the same cold employee eyes me suspiciously while she packed the dress. “Cash or card?” 

“Cand please, I whipped out the card Alessio gave me 

12:02 PM 

The moment she noticed the card, the woman’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re connected to the Fanuccis?” she asked, her tone shifting from dismay to curiosity. 

“I am.” I kept it short. 

“Cousin, distance family? She asked. “Giulia Fanucci is one of our regulars, that’s why I’m asking 

That name made several heads turn in our direction, and the atmosphere in the store had changed, filled with awe and speculation. 

I could tell that woman wasn’t going to leave without an answer, so after some hesitation I decided to give her something. her sons,” I avoided mentioning Alessio’s name at all costs. 

Tm 

the fiancee of 

Fone of 

In this city, mentioning the Fanucci family, especially Domenico or one of the brothers was a gamble. People either adored them or despised them, with no in between and people had already heard too much. 

Not to forget, I had no idea how far the news of his failed engagement had traveled. 

The woman’s behavior transformed instantly. “Oh, the dress is on the house then,” she said, her voice changing to a higher tone. 

my money anyway, so I didn’t care. A thousand dollar 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll pay,” I spoke, slightly amused by the sudden change in her attitude. It wasn’t my m to the Fanuccis would be worth like one dollar to a regular person. 

She tried to refuse again, “No, really, I insist.” 

“No, I insist 

discount. 

I held her back. After a few more times of going back and forth, she eventually agreed to let me pay for the dress–but not without a 

“Have a nice day, I greeted, leaving the store with the bag in my hands as I tried to shrug off the stares.