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In the Streets of Rome (w/ JR_TheRandomFan & FunnyOtaku


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The streets of Rome were always active at night. Many tourists usually venture the main roads,looking at the sights and taking in some of the best of Italy.But under that sweet exterior is a very dangerous underbelly.Crime boss Enrique Saltidora is a major part of that underbelly.Born and raised in a shore town in Spain,his life had never been easy. Losing his mother to a large crime ring based right in his hometown. With no one to take care of him,the Spaniard tried to get away form the intense crime in his town,but he couldn't hold on for long.

 

In his teenage years Enrique gave into the crime ring in his town. He started out as a runner,delivering all kinds of illegal product throughout his country and in some parts of Portugal. As the years progressed the Spaniard became confident,so confident that it slowly turned into arrogance as he stashed and hid a little on the side to sell. It wouldn't be long until he was busted and almost killed for the act. The chance of ever going back was gone. The Spaniard had to leave to move. He moved from so many countries in Europe,doing small sales wherever he could find it.That was until he reached Italy. Before Enrique even got to Rome,the city was a complete mess when it came to crime rings.Rival gangs were never clear for turf,cartel would be misplaced.It was just a massive clusterfuck.

 

Even after so long in Italy the young Spaniard had the city running like clockwork. Especially tonight. A new shipment cocaine would be coming in from the west.Not a single thing could go wrong for this job. Everything had to be perfect." Facile, idioti! That cargo is very precious." He harshly growled." If any of that is wasted it'll be your head!" His voice carried great amounts of venom, putting so much pressure on his men. The Spaniard kept a close eye on the loading shipment. He didn't even notice that someone was right behind him.A pretty little foreigner almost shaking in his tracks.

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The Day Sage was told his parents had saved enough to let him travel Rome for a year and sell art for money, was the best day of his life.

 

Living in a family which made their living off art and having the talent and passion passed down to him through his parents was the main thing Sage loved in his life. Being a teen was never easy, he was very shy, and easily scared. That though never seemed to keep him out of trouble he had a talent to find trouble. His parents always blamed the curiosity and creativity. He had always carried a few things with him a sketch book and he would find things to sketch to paint later, or if he won't have enough time his smart phone is always on him to take a quick pick.

 

Lucky for him because of his shyness, he stayed quiet and was almost invisible to others so they didn't get weirded out b him sketching them or snapping pictures.

 

Tonight would mark his first full week in the wonderful city of Rome. He was starting to get his way. By the 3rd day he was there he had already found a studio that would allow him to work there. Everything seemed to be going fine, he had met artist and many tourist. The best was being able to sell his art..He was happy that people would actually like his art.

 

As he walk the streets back from the Studio to his tiny shoebox apartment, thinking about what he should eat. Since Sage didn't really like the main street because well...people. He had found a back way to get to the local gas station and back to his apartment through the ports.

 

Going on his merry way, he stopped in his track seeing what was directly in front of him. 'No. No. It can't be' He thought to himself. He had heard about the gangs and drug deals from the locals warning him to stay away from them..But now in front of his face...was what it looked like a huge drug deal.

 

He quickly hid, scared out of his mind. He grabbed his sketch book from his backpack and a pencil..It always calmed him to draw and well he had never had a chance to draw something like this. He tried his best to steady his hand and prayed they didn't see him.

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For a silent night, the operation was going well. The Spainard's men were almost done preping his trucks,some others gathering the rest of their part of the trade,a few crates of PCP and a sack of opium. This sale might be one of his greatest, profitable trades yet.

 

"Everything is going to plan. No sign of the polizia. If our little friends keep to their side,then we won't have a problem."

 

Enrique was starting to feel at eased for a moment. He was starting to enjoy the sea breeze blowing through his dark brown locks. The sound of gulls lulled over his ears as if it was the beginning of a natural lullaby. It was rare for the young Spainard to feel so relaxed. The feeling was liberating and he only wanted to clutch on to it.

 

A few of his men were going over a few creates when one spotted a bit of dark hair hiding behind one of the creates." What do you think that is?" One whispered." I don't know, but we need to get it. What if it's a little squealer going to rat out on the Boss? We need to take care of it." Carefully the pair of men crept up to the figure behind the create and in one swift movement, had a little tourist in both of their arms." Well well,looks like we have a peeper in our mists. I think our boss will like this one."

 

The two goons dragged the boy from his spot and right to Enrique. One tapped on his shoulder and began to speak to him in Italian."Boss, abbiamo un po 'spia qui. Sembra troppo giovane per essere parte della legge. Dove pensi che è venuto?" The Spainard slowly turned himself around to reveal his handsome face. Coffee brown eyes bore down to catch who was in their grasp. The only thing he could think of was how fragile the boy looked. Like the rarest flower he could ever detect. He could tell that this boy was not from around here,and might be a little lost. Would make no sense to just chew such a stunning creature out. Slowly, he leaned close to the boy's face and smiled a bright smile." Now where would you even come from, little Bella?"

 

 

Translation:"Boss, we have a little spy here. Seems too young to be part of the law. Where do you think he came from?"

 

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Sage was starting to get relaxed as he felt his hiding spot was good and no one would find him.

 

The bright moon was his light to see the sketch, slowly he stopped shaking. Focusing more and more on the drawing.. The glow of the moon on the the boat and the men near it. It was like perfect serenity.

 

Sage had never really been good at boats..He could draw them but it would take to much time.. So he focused on the one that looked in charge, and his men...But mostly the one standing there..looking relaxed and pleased by his body language.

 

He used shading to make the hair seem like it was drifting with the wind like. It seemed like the man was young couldn't be much older then himself.

 

Sage being to into his sketch and not realizing he was poking his head up to get a better view of the scene in front of him.

 

He yelped feeling himself being grabbed by two men. 'No this can..This can't be happening' He frantically thought as he dropped his sketch book and pencil...He gulped down. Now he was scared. He had overestimated his hiding ability and now was caught.

 

" Well well,looks like we have a peeper in our mists. I think our boss will like this one."

 

 

"No..No. I'm not, Im just an artist passing by." He cried out to the men holding him and bringing him closer to what he presumed was his doom.

 

He heard what the other said to the boss in the other langue, but he only could translate bits and pieces like "boss" "law" and "spy."

 

Sage froze this was it he was gonna die.. They were gonna kill him because they thought he was gonna snitch. He started to shake in the mens arms.

 

As the other man turned around Sage saw his fierce eyes staring back at him. He was handsome...but Sage was to scarred to really enjoy his beauty.

 

As the man leaned closer Sage closed his eyes he was creeped out now too.

 

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" Now where would you even come from, little Bella?"

 

He opened his eyes and had surprised expression on his face because the other spoke english. He saw the others smile, and all e thought of was 'please don't be like the joker'

 

He spoke stuttered and raspy to reply "I'm..I'm just an artist...I was walking home.. I can prove it...I dropped my sketch book over there. I promise I wont say anything...I'm no threat to you....Please let me go home."

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The three men looked at each other before they spoke again. They converted back to Italian without a single hitch."Pensi che questo ragazzo è in crescita e su, capo? Potrebbe mentire a noi in questo momento." One of them spat.""Lui ha un punto." The other chimed in."Questi tipi sotto copertura possono essere piuttosto furbo. Potremmo uccidere ora per risparmiare la fatica." Enrique rubbed his chin as if he was considering the action. It would be easy enough, but what good would it do if the boy was actually telling the truth. The Spainard gave a low grunt before he gave his verdict."No, non stiamo andando a ucciderlo." He decided."Invece stiamo andando a vedere se questo piccolo tesoro ci sta dicendo la verità." He pointed to one of his goons and he let go of the boy's arm."Controllare il creare che si nascondeva dietro e recuperare il taccuino." With a nod the goon turned on his heel and went back to the creates.

 

As they waited the Spainard ran a hand through his thick,wavy hair. He was on an extrem time crunch now. His clients on the verge of showing up, and an unforeseen guest. Even if he was cute, he could risk he getting in the way or telling the law of their little operation. He had to act, no matter the outcome.

 

The goon came back and tossed a sketchbook into his hands. Swiftly he skimmed through it, dark eyes looking over each elegant line of the sketchs that came within. The Spainard could admire this boy's work. Almost reminded him of a little passion of his that he presued in secret.

 

After a moment he stopped and focused his coffee brown eyes back to the boy in front of him." It would appear that you were telling the truth, Bella." He said, his voice a deep purr from the gentle coaxing of each word." But,I'm afraid that I can not let you go. We have a bit of a deal here,and you have seen too much. As long as you coroperate, you will be unharmed." The Spainard snapped his fingers and sent the goons into a tight form.

 

"Portatelo in magazzino e vegliare su di lui. Assicurati di tenerlo al sicuro. Se non, avrete a che fare con me."

 

A single nod was given before they took the boy away. The Spainard wasn't sure what he could do. He only looked over the ocean's front to keep watch for his clientele.

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Sage was shaking within the others hands. He hoped they believed him. He really wouldn't say anything, he was too much of a wimp too.

 

He tried his best to translate the Italian, but it was still difficult for him being that they talked fast...Well it was a normal speed to talk at but it was fast too him. He had study Italian before he came for about a year actually but studying a langue and moving to a place where there was slang, people talking fast and words he didn't know was different then what he had learned.

 

Most of the time he was quiet so it didn't really bother him that he didn't understand what others were saying. He knew the emergency word like "Help","Police" exc.. So he never really thought about wanting to know more..Except for now. He caught certain words like, "Kill","No" and "lie".

 

The more he stood their the more scared became scared and certain that he was going to die.

 

He really never thought he would die this way, or this young. He always imagined he would die as an old successful artist, with a family. But no, This was how he was gonna die, dragged by Italian drug dealers.

 

He was yanked out of his thoughts as he felt himself being realized. He was certain if he moved from his spot he would be shot down. So he just stood there in front of the man while on the verge of tear.

 

He saw the guy toss his sketch book to the man in front of him.

 

"Se-se I'm telling the truth." He stuttered looking at the other going through the sketches..

 

When the man looked up with his eyes, it felt like he was seeing through Sages soul.

 

." It would appear that you were telling the truth, Bella."

 

His voice sounded smooth and gentle but Sage was still too scarred to trust him, SO he just nodded.

 

" But,I'm afraid that I can not let you go. We have a bit of a deal here,and you have seen too much. As long as you corporate, you will be unharmed."

 

Sage began to shake his head frantically.

 

"No! No! please! I'm only 18! I'm no harm to you." He screamed and began to cry, he was more than scarred.

 

He was being dragged away as he cried.

 

"Where are you taking me..." He asked still crying..

 

He finally gave up about fighting and though he was still crying quietly he followed them to what was his new future.

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