Trudy Ford, who was a baker was not the romantic type, never was interested in having relationships. She preferred to live as single and to lead a peaceful life with her family and friends. So, when this Italian man, a handsome, dark, blue eyed man who has been coming to her pastry shop for a week had confessed to her, Trudy had to gently reject him. As nicely as possible.
"Ah, forgive me, Mr. Caivano. I don't see you that way," Trudy quietly said. She couldn't deny she felt quite bad for the heartbroken man, but if she never loved the man in the first place, how could she accept his feelings? People inside the pastry shop were wordlessly staring at the scene from the corner of their eye. The atmosphere was somewhat cold and grim, as if something bad was going to happen in the near future.
"But, cuore mio, you don't understand," in a pleading voice the man said. He was clutching both of her hands tightly, entwining their fingers like a couple in deep love would do. His nails dug into her skin. "I can give you anything you desire, I shall shower you with eternal love like no other man. Let me court you, Trudy. Or...perhaps, you need some time to think, yes? To think about me, us."
With a sad, apologizing smile Trudy gave one of his hands a gentle squeeze, and ignored the anxious stares directed only at her. It was essential to reject this man properly, to make him understand she was off the limits.
"No, Mr. Caivano," she shook her head, few strands of black hair fell before her eyes. "I don't feel the same way like you do. Truth to tell, I'm not looking for any relationship. Not now, not ever. So, it'd be best for you, if you try to move on. Forget about me. Because, I know you will find someone better than me, a mere pastry chef, Mr. Caivano."
An assuring, cheery smile she offered him, hoping her speech might help him feel better a bit. But, the man's face was blank, void of any emotion. Gently he let go of her hands and without any other word, marched out of the pastry shop.
Trudy watched through the window's glass, as there were at least five black cars outside. In one of them he got in. Everybody, customers and staffs, sighed in relief after the cars had drove away. But, the suffocating silence still remained as if people were afraid to speak up, that was until a blonde chubby boy of twelve years opened his mouth.
"I don't think he took the rejection well," he said, sitting at the counter.
"He needs to accept it, Titus," Trudy replied.
"Sis, you do realize that you just rejected Faustino Caivano aka 'Faust', boss of La Cosa Nostra? The Sicilian Mafia."
Trudy slightly gulped at the name.
'I know that.'
[A/N]
Heyo, peps! Well, I dunno much to say since this is the start. But, I warn you before hand (plus warning is in the description too) that this story is going to be dark.
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