I Have a Mafia Bodyguard?? Chapter 2

Serina stood completely still, unsure of what her best decision would be. She looked to her left. It was the dead end of the alleyway. To her right, was the police station, but she knew she could never make it there without them catching her. Serina pressed her back against the cold stone of the building and hoped, she'd make it out alive. She shut her eyes and waited for the worst.

"Hey you! What the hell-"
Serina hear the sound of bones crunching and opened her eyes. Feliciano was right in front of her! And he'd kicked one of the goons in the mouth, and judging by the sound, broken his jaw. Ouch. Wait, no. This wasn't Feliciano. His hair was chocolate brown, and his eyes tinted green. He grabbed her hand and yelled, "Come on, ragazza!" His voice was way deeper than Feliciano's. Yeah, this definitely was not him. Serina turned to look just in time to see the other two goons in pursuit. This man who looked like Feliciano, was much faster than her and she knew she couldn't keep this pace up for very much longer. The man seemed to notice this as he threw her on the ground and stepped in front of her. He pulled out his gun and hit one right in the nose with the butt of his pistol. The other one grabbed his wrist and Feliciano's clone was able to flip him on his back. Right at the last second, Serina saw the first man get up, pulling a gun out from his pocket, behind the chocolate haired man. She screamed, "Look out!"
He whirled his body around just in time to see the man fall flat on his face, with Feliciano, brandishing his pistol, right behind him. Serina looked from Feliciano to the other man. It was obvious they were twins with minor, yet noticeably distinguishing features.
"Hey what took you so long, dumbass?! I could have been seriously hurt, fratello!" He yelled at Feliciano while smacking him on the back of the head.
"Oww Lovino! Sorry I got caught up in some business," he looked at Serina and winked. "Hello again, Serina. I didn't think we'd be meeting again this soon." Then he looked at Lovino. "Why is she with you?"
"Because your dumb ass left all the information we needed at the restaurant and she has it!"
Serina looked at Lovino in shock? "How the hell did you know that?"
"Because I saw you, idiota. How else would I have been able to make it to help you in time? I also knew this dumbass would probably forget the papers so I followed him. Can I have them, ragazza?" Lovino held out his hand.
Serina reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She began to give it to Lovino then snatched it back.
"You're not going to kill me now or something, are you?"
"Not unless you looked at it."
"Um.."
"What the hell, ragazza?! Weren't you ever taught not to look at stuff that doesn't belong to you?! Give the damn thing to me!"
Lovino snatched it out of her hands and pushed her into Feliciano.
"Idiota fratello! You take care of her, I'm gonna go deliver this to Grandpa Roma."
"Wait, Lovino! You don't mean-" Feliciano made a cutting motion across his throat.
"No stupido! Just take her home and make sure nothing happens to her! She may be a target now that she's been seen with us!" And with that, Lovino walked off yelling, "Non so cosa diavolo ho intenzione di fare con questo stupido mio fratello!"
Serina knew enough Italian to catch "stupid brother." She looked at Feliciano, expecting him to be hurt but he just continued to smile like Lovino had never even said it.
"Come on Serina. There's a car waiting for us a couple blocks over," he grabbed her hand and began dragging her in the direction of the car.

After a few minutes of silence, Serina decided to break the barrier.
"So, Mr. Vargas. Would you care to explain a few things?"
He grinned at her. "Anything you want to know. Just wait until we get to the car, okay? Oh, and call me Feli."
"Alright. I hope you don't mind my saying, Feli, but you're a completely different person than I expected. You're not like you were at the
restaurant."
"I'm an excellent actor, no? That's my specialty. I normally do the undercover stuff while Lovi handles the fighting and such. I'd prefer it that way anyway. I hate hurting people."
"Yeah it makes sense. Isn't it scary though?"
Feli looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"Well, being out in the field and such. I mean, one wrong move and someone could find out who you are. Especially in your.. profession?"
He seemed amused by the statement. "Well, when you put it that way, yeah it could be. But I always keep a white flag in my pocket just in case."
Serina laughed until she realized he was completely serious. Feli pulled out a small white flag from his suit jacket.
She stared at him, wide eyed. "Oh, so you weren't kidding.."
"Yeah. I haven't had to use it yet, so that must mean I'm doing pretty good so far."
She giggled. "I guess so."
A black Cadillac pulled up beside them and Feli looked around before opening the door and gesturing for Serina to get in first. She climbed in and Feli got in behind her. He shut the door and said, "Okay. What do you want to know?"
"Well, I guess.. What exactly is going on?"
He sighed. "Okay well this is going to take a little while. Alright, basically, my grandpa is the head of an Italian mafia which my fratello and I are part of. I had just gotten done with another undercover mission and I was hungry. The restaurant you work at happens to be one of my favorites so I stopped in. You were just so pretty, bella, I had to ask you to sit with me. Then, obviously you know the rest. The people who were after you were the people I had just stolen all that information from." He grabbed one of her hands and looked her straight in the eyes, which made her blush. "I'm so sorry, bella. I didn't mean to get you involved in all this. Once we get everything figured out, you can go back to your normal life, I promise."
Serina couldn't resist his amber puppy dog eyes. "Aww, Feli. It's okay. I shouldn't have looked. My curiosity got the better of me. I'm sorry for all the extra trouble."
Much to her surprise, Feli reached over and embraced her in extremely tight hug. He nuzzled his face against hers. "Oh, bella! It's no trouble at all! It will be fun to have someone stay at my house for once! It gets really lonely sometimes!"
"Wow.. guess the phrase 'personal space' means nothing to this guy.." Serina thought.

After a few minutes, they arrived at Feli's home. Serina got out of the car and stared in awe. It wasn't huge, but it was an elaborate Italian villa. It might as well have been ripped out of a page of a "Top Richest Homes" magazine and stuck in the middle of nowhere.
"Feli, this is your home? It's gorgeous.."
"Yep this is home! Come on, bella!" He grabbed her hand and dragged her inside. It was even more beautiful inside. The floors were carved out of a sleek black marble tile and there were pure white pillars leading up to the large staircase. Serina was stunned by it's beauty but she was so tired she could barely supress a yawn.
"Aww, Serina you're tired. Let me show you to your room." He took her hand and led her up the large staircase. He pointed to the first door on the right.
"That's your bedroom, Serina. Your bathroom is right across the hall and I'm at the very end on the left. Okay, bella?"
"Thank you, Feli. Good night." She mustered up the best smile she could while trying to supress another yawn.
Feli gave her a tight hug. "Buonanotte, bella!" And bounded to his room.
Serina chuckled at the cheerful Italian's demeanor. It seemed almost impossible someone could be that happy all the time. She went into her room, it was breathtaking as well. It was painted light gray with the same marble tile as downstairs. She flopped onto the king sized bed and melted into it. She fell asleep within seconds of hitting her head on the soft goosefeather pillows.

Serina woke up in the middle of the night to thunder rumbling and lightning cracking outside her windows. She curled up deeper into her pillow and rolled over, trying to ignore the storm. She had this weird feeling that she couldn't shake. She bolted up in bed and saw nothing but the swaying of the trees outside. She laid back down in bed and began to drift off into another slumber.
"Well, well, bella. Looks like you have gotten yourself in a mess here."
Serina jerked out of her sleep and looked around to find a face to match the unfamiliar voice. There stood a tall man in a fedora standing in front of her bed. He was smoking a cigarette. He blew a cloud of smoke around her and gave a devious smirk.
"Who's going to save you this time, bella?"