Hi guys, so I'm going to to be focusing on Mafia Girl for a while I think, I haven't got long until it finishes, just thought I would let you know.

Oh! I've entered Mafia Hirk into the Wattys2016! I don't know if it will win but...hey ho.

-Lx
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~Clara~

The knock on the door makes me rise quickly from where I was sat on the sofa. Does he regret kissing me? Is that why he wants to talk? A feeling of deep and horrible dread settles deep in my stomach as I look out the window, I can make out his shoulder and some of his hair. Oh god.

I rush to the door and open the door to face him, I smile at him as he meets my eyes yet he scowls and seems to be seething with anger. I open my mouth in confusion, he shakes his head and gestures to my neighbour who is mowing his lawn.

"Not here. Let me in" his voice is hostile, it doesn't sound anything like Elliot I know and that's what feels me with dread. Oh god what's going on?

I stand to one side and he steps up and into my house, walking into the living room, where I watch him begin to pace, pulling at the front of his hair as he huffs out his breath angrily.

I close the door and walk after him, he doesn't look at me, but by the way he's acting I can tell he wants to. It's like he's having a battle with himself.

"Elliot..."

"No Clara please...give me a minute" it's bizarre, one second he's fuming, next minute he looks torn and upset, his face conflicting their emotions.

I walk over to him and place my hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to to comfort him. He shrugs me off and shakes his head, simply muttering "don't" and pushing me away from him, both physically and mentally. So I remain quiet until he is ready.

"I know Clara" he looks straight at me, eyes piercing deep into my soul as I frown in confusion. "I know" he repeats.

He notices the expression on my face, then shakes his head and sighs. He groans and perches on the arm of one of our sofas. He hunches over forward.

"I know who you are...I...who even are you?" He looks up as he says and his words come crashing down in my mind like a waterfall, my eyes widen, I feel like the walls are closing in as I begin to panic. I let my eyes close and I let myself breathe the breath I didn't know I needed. The doubt all over his face, he looks at me like I'm a stranger, eyes slightly afraid and unfocused as they seem to stare straight through me,

"Elliot..." I croak, my voice completely leaving me, his eyes begin to narrow and he gets to his feet. His shoulders hunched and whole body fuming.

"How..How?! Have you been lying about who you are this whole time? I feel like I hardly know you Clara, or is that even your name?! I don't know! Do we mean anything to you? Do I mean anything to you? I...I...how could you not trust me Clara"

I don't realise there's tears in my eyes until I feel the moisture on my face. I breathe shakily as he seethes not far from me. I raise a hand to wipe it away and at the same time his whole face crumbles.

"Okay...okay fine, you got me. But listen to me Elliot, please. Just because I lied about my name and my family and where I'm from and who I'm associated with, doesn't change who I am, or my personality. Or how I feel about you"

He clearly doesn't believe me as I try desperately to get him to believe me, I search his face with my eyes but he just stares straight ahead. Only meeting my eyes when I look at his brown Irises. I take a step forward and he takes a step back, holding his arms out as if I'm some sort of disease and he wants to stay as far away as possible.

"Please Elliot" I whisper, my eyes beginning to blur over again as he faces me with a face full of hurt and fear and anger. But it cracks as the words leave my mouth, maybe it's my expression or the tears rolling down my cheeks and falling past my chin.

He lets me take his hand in my own and looks down at me. He looks torn, completely and utterly bewildered by my action. Which is understandable as he thinks I'm undercover or something. I grip his palm tight, his hand is warm which is weird because his expression is so cold. He just keeps looking at me; like I'm the hardest riddle and he desperately wants to figure me out, part of me thinks he desperately wants to believe me, but part of me thinks he never will.

"Explain" he mumbles, but I just catch it. His coffee eyes looking at me in an intense way, I gulp and let go of his hand. I take a step back and sigh. He watches me expectantly, oh great, time to go back to the very beginning.

"Okay fine, I guess you deserve to know the truth" I sigh and sit down on the sofa. I pat the seat next to me, he hesitates then slowly sits besides me. He doesn't look at me at first, then turns his head and looks over at me.

I curl my feet under me and get myself comfortable. I take a deep breath, close my eyes so that I can get it all together in my head. Then I look up at him carefully. Here goes I guess. If anything is going to ruin what's between us it will be that, I can't believe things have to end this way. Oh why did this have to happen to me? I've been myself, I acted the way I wanted to, then all of a sudden my past catches up with me and everything goes terribly wrong.

"My name is Clara Marie Devoto. My Father is the head of the Italian Mafia and he goes by Franco Devoto. He does not work for the UN. My Mother Marie disappeared when I was 10 and I have known how to fire fifteen different types of gun since I was the same age. People known my name but not my face, I've lived all over Italy where we have to make a run for it. I've been surrounded by danger my whole life and Dad decided enough was enough"

"Wait...you can fire a gun? Fifteen different types?!" His face settles into fear and deep concern for probably his deepest safety. Wow, Elliot Samuels scared. I never thought I'd see that; but I suppose if images of me shooting at a target at the age of just 10 would be disturbing wouldn't it? And by the look on his face, he's thinking that same thing. But Dad always wanted me to be prepared. You never know what could've happened.

"At least fifteen, it's been a while, Dad didn't want me getting too invested in the gun craftsmanship" I look at him carefully as it settles into his head as his mouth falls open.

"Oh" he looks shocked, I smirk slightly as he looks worried. I mean as if this situation isn't going to scare him enough. He probably thinks I'm going to shoot him in the head or something. I mean, come on, give me a break, I'm going to be rusty.

"That's something you won't find with other girls El" I laugh as he rolls his eyes. But at least the amusement is back in his eyes, which is a massive relief as its a sign he's taking all this rather well.

"I wouldn't worry about that...still" he says, scooting closer to me. I let him take my hand and I smile. My stomach feels all warm and fluttery again like when he kissed me or when he helped me bowl a few months back.

"What...you believe me now?"

"Sure. You might not have the same surname but your definitely still the same old Clara, so your Dad decided you should live his Mum for your own safety I suppose, and Milo was checking up yeah?"

"Exactly yeah, I visited at Christmas where I...you're not working for a secret rebel gang are you?" I ask half humorously, you never know these days. When I was 13 it turned out that one of the newbies, I believe his name was Mario, was working for a rebel group in Sicilly, Dad found out and Milo and Vince escorted him to an underground room. You know what the Mafia's like, because after I saw him being escorted down the stairs I never saw him again. I try not to think about that...

"No" he laughs, shaking his head, looking at me with disbelief. "With my parents connections, I don't know how I would"

"You'd be surprised, but anyway, yeah that's why I couldn't contact you, they moved to a underground bunker that was unused from WW2"

"Oh that would make sense. No signal, yeah?" He asks and I nod. The service in Italy is terrible as it is, let alone under 4 levels underground.

"How did you...find out?"

"I looked it up, got bored, Hugh went on a date with Austin so..."

"Oh well of course you would piece it all together" he nods in agreement. "Wait, Austin and Hugo! That's great!"

"I'm so excited for them" we settle into a comfortable silence as I think about Austin and Hugo. I smile, then look back over to him.

"I would just like to point out also El, I've never actually... You know, shot anyone" I say quickly, my eyes darting up to meet his again quickly as I grimace.

"That's good. Don't want you to shoot me if I do something wrong" he smiles and I laugh.

"I can't believe you're taking this so well" I say, in slight disbelief. From the time he came to now it's almost as if I'm telling him something completely different to the truth.

"Yeah...I'm just glad you're finally trusting me with this, and don't worry, your secret is safe with me, don't worry, I won't tell anyone unless you want me too"

"The more people I tell, the more I'm at risk" I say in all seriousness, he nods and wraps his arms round me and pulls me close to him, so that he can look down on me. I breath a sigh of relief.

The sound of the door opening nearly makes me shoot back to my original position. But I'm far too comfortable to move. Oh well.

"Clara!" Nonna's voice echoes down the hallway. I make myself known by calling to her back "I'm in her Nonna"

Nonna comes trudging into the living room, beating two shopping bags that are full to the rim. Her dark green coat snug on her even in May. She looks confused as she looks at us carefully.

"Hi Nonna"

"Afternoon Ada" but I can her the hesitance in his voice. She still smiles at him. I sit up as he offers to help Nonna with her bags.

"Wait...Nonna, um, Elliot knows about us"

"What about us dear?" She looks at me over her glasses, I squirm uncomfortably, Elliot turns in the doorway to help me explain.

"About the Mafia and your son and that sort of thing. Honestly, Clara didn't say anything but explain when I questioned her about it"

Nonna looks blank for a minute, looking back and forth between the two of us as we wait anxiously.

"Alright then, that's fine" my mouth practically hits the floor. "You're a nice boy Elliot, I know you want this best for my little Tesoro and so I know I can trust you"

Well that was unexpected. I can't believe everyone is taking everything so well.

Except for Dad and Milo, they'll probably flip. But what they don know won't hurt them.