Mafia Boss!RomanoxReader Segreto Sta Preview...

Mafia!RomanoxReader Segreto Sta Preview...

Automatic Censor, any and all cuss words are bleeped out with ****’s. In other words, pretty much every other word out of Romano’s mouth! X{D lol jk

Enjoy!!

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You inhaled deeply as you stood outside the airport. Pompeii, Italy. Unbelievable. Just the inside of the airport was impressive. Who would've know the outside would be even more so?

There were people every where speaking every kind of language as were the people singing in the streets trying to earn money. It was so lively. And you loved it.

‘I didn't think I’d be chosen for the “Studying Abroad” Program if I just applied. But now look at me!! I’m in freaking Pompeii, Italy!!!!!!’ You thought to yourself. You literally just applied looking for an escape/adventure when you got chosen. In the end, it threw you a curve ball when you found out. It took a lot to get here but now you were here. And early too. Which means, you get to goof off before your college classes start in a week or so!

You just forgot one preparation before you came. Learning to speak Italian.

Yup. You had no clue what anything in Italian means. Especially since you originally applied to go study in China or Mongolia. So, you’re gonna need to make a friend right away.

“Lasciatemi cantare(Let me sing)” A voice sang suddenly with the accompanying acoustic guitar. It was male so you turned around and saw a stranger sight then expected.

A boy. About your age. With red auburn hair parted to the right and a curl sticking straight up at his part. Grey eyes full of life covered by half rimmed black glasses. He dressed in a t-shirt with a pair of jeans. He held an acoustic guitar and looked straight at you.

“con la chitarra in mano(with guitar in hand)” He sang sweetly as he looked to you. There was a fedora on the ground upside down with some money in it in front of the boy. You figured it was his a placed a few coins in after you listened to him sing some more.

“Lasciatemi cantare(Let me sing)
sono un italiano(I am an Italian)

Buongiorno Italia gli spaghetti al dente(Hello Italian spaghetti al dente)
e un partigiano come Presidente(and as a partisan President)
con l'autoradio sempre nella mano destra(with radio always in the right hand)
e un canarino sopra la finestra(and a canary over the window)”

You turned to walk away after giving a few coins but stopped when the same voice was no longer singing but talking instead.

“Tu non sei di qui, vero?(You’re not from here, are you?)”

“Excuse me?” You asked nervously turning back to the boy. He got a look of realization before speaking again.

“You’re not from here, are you?” The boy said. “It’s what I just said. Obviously, since you had no idea what I just said.” The boy laughed a little.

“Oh. Yeah. I came from _________ as an exchange student to...” You paused to pull out a piece of paper with the name of the college you’d be attending now. It was written in Italian though so you had no idea if it was the same name as the one you came from or if it was an associating college.

“Here. Let me see.” The boy offered and you gave him the crumpled paper. “Ah! Mondo delle arti all'università!(World Arts College) That’s the same one I go to!”

“Really!? Could you please help me then? I don’t speak Italian and am in need of assistance.” You said with hidden nervousness. You were good at keeping your voice under control in tight situations. Normally.

“Sure. Sarei felice di servire una così bella ragazza!(I’d be happy to serve such a beautiful girl!) My name’s Jaden Shimizu, by the way.” Jaden said and picked up the fedora from the ground and empty it’s contents into his pocket before placing the hat on his head.

You gave him a questioning look as he let the guitar hang behind his back so he could walk easier. Jaden noticed this and looked at you quizzically for a second.

“OH! You must-a be wondering about my name. It’s simple really. My mom was half Japanese and met my Italian father in America. They came here for their honeymoon and never left. My dad died quite a few years ago and we ran into problems for things and such my last name was changed to Shimizu!” Jaden said a little too cheerfully. Not that you were judging though. You gave Jaden a smile and introduced yourself and told him why you were here in Italy.

It didn't take long for you and Jaden to become best friends. You found out you both are going to be living in the same general area of apartments and he’s even in one of your classes. Jaden’s majoring in music with a minor in oil painting. Also, he’s taking quite a few classes that don’t even help him in his dream of becoming a music/art teacher. Not that it matters. You’re not one to judge.

Jaden has been taking you sight seeing since you came a week early. He said it was his job to help a “Bella ragazza” (which you assumed was a nickname he gave you. You didn't bother to ask what it meant) survive in uncharted territory. And so, for the past week, you've been chillin’ with Jaden around town. (Him and his guitar. He used it for pocket money. “It never hurts to have a little extra!” he’d say.

And the one time you asked about his accent he explained how complicated his language was learned. He was taught English and Italian growing up and so his accent is very unique and not very Italian. And during high school he was taught Japanese. Strange and complicated, right?

Also, while you've been sight seeing you've been looking for a part time job. You asked Jaden about this early on and he said he’d help you look. That is until you found out he had a really easy job that paid extremely well. He didn't want to tell you about it but you pushed.

“It’s a small acting job that I only have to do when my boss calls upon me. It’s at random times and sometimes I don’t even get my hour’s head’s up I need. Trust me, you wouldn't like it.”

is what he said. But it sounds so easy and this barely even part time job pays for his college funds, music supplies, rent AND he still has extra money for shopping! You wanted that job to say in the least. How hard could it really be?

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Song: L'Italiano

Artist: Toto Cutugno

They were rough translations. (Google translate basically)