The Mafias Addiction His Obsession

Aria woke to the warm embrace of sunlight streaming through the window, casting a golden glow on the terracotta floor. She stretched, yawned, and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air.

A faint rustling sound came from the next room, followed by the slow creaking of the wooden rocking chair.

Nonna Rosa, her grandmother, appeared in the doorway, her frail figure illuminated against the morning light. Her silver hair was thinning, her face etched with the lines of a life well-lived.

"Good morning, Nonna!" Aria called out softly, using the Italian endearment "Nonna" (Grandmother).

"Buongiorno, cara," Nonna Rosa whispered, her voice weak but full of love. "Come, help me with breakfast."

Aria nodded, getting out of bed, following Nonna Rosa to the kitchen. Nonna Rosa's hands trembled as she tried to pour the coffee, and Aria gently took the pot from her. "Let me, Nonna."

Nonna Rosa smiled as she nodded her head before taking a seat in front of the small round dining table with two chairs by it side.

Aria set the table before taking a seat opposite Nonna Rosa. She noticed the faint scent of medicine lingering on Nonna Rosa's skin. "Nonna, you should stay home today. You're not feeling well."

"Ah, cara (dear), I'm fine," Nonna Rosa insisted. "We need to go to the Bakery. We can't leave our customers without their favourite pastries."

"But, Nonna, the doctor said you need to rest," Aria pleaded, concern etched on her face.

"Pfft, doctors!" Nonna Rosa waved her hand dismissively. "I've been running the bakery for fifty years. I know what I need."

Aria sighed, trying to persuade her grandmother. "Nonna, please. Just this once. Stay home and rest. I'll handle the shop."

Nonna Rosa's expression softened, but her eyes still sparkled with determination. "Va bene (okay), cara. But just for today. And only because I don't want to worry you."

"Grazie (thank you), Nonna. I'll make sure everything runs smoothly." Aria smiled, relieved.

"I trust you, Cara," Nonna Rosa smiled, eating her breakfast

After they were done having breakfast, Aria washed the dishes and helped Nonna Rosa back to her room.

Rosa settled into bed, her eyes clouding with concern. "Aria, cara, I have a bad feeling. Something's off.

"It's just your imagination, Nonna. You've been worrying too much about the Bakery." Aria smiled reassuringly.

But Rosa's expression remained grave. "No, cara. This is different. I feel it in my bones. Something's coming, something that will change everything."

Aria sat beside her, taking her hand.

"Nonna, you're just tired. You need to rest. It's just an illusion."