"Luca" Matteo called softly.
"Ooh, the little bitch is calling" a prisoner scoffed, nudging Luca who glared back.
"Don't call him that...he's just a kid." he shook his head, and walked over to the fuming boy," what's happening?"
"You speak that you tell me English," he said innocently.
"Speak...oh! You wanted me to teach you English! Of course" he smiled broadly while placing a hand on his shoulder. An untrained eye may simply see a jolly old man with his arm on a young boy as if teaching him the experience- learned principles of life. Had one known that a hitman and a serial killer were bonding over the simple experience of learning a foreign language perhaps, they would have laughed.
Luca smiled brightly at the boy as he taught him a few basic phrases in English and helped with his grammar. The boy had no smile but his eyes were wide as if taking in all that he had learned.
He wasn't liked in the prison, in fact, many made fun of him. Tales of who he was had spread through the place like fire and while he hated the looks and taunts, he did his best to control his emotions and not react. Luca was different though... he was kind and didn't taunt him.
They sat in a corner of the large yard, where the prisoners came every day for a few hours. A few of them saw Luca and Matteo engrossed in conversation. Finding a sudden surge of courage one of them, a tall man who resembled a mountain, tossed a stone that hit Matteo straight in the back.
He sat up with a start, turning around quickly," Chi era quello?" (who was that)
"Aw stop Stefan... you don't hit animals!" his friend laughed while Luca sighed.
Another stone flew past Luca and hit Matteo square in the nose, he fell to his knees, clutching his now bloody nose in his hand.
"Stefan!" Luca growled and walked over to talk, he knew it was futile to fight with a bunch of people who relied on brute strength as a doorway to their anger.
"Chi cazzo credi di essere?" (who the fuck do you think you are?) Matteo stood up, his hands falling to the side as blood dripped from his chin, he smiled, his brood stained teeth a bright contrast to his pale pink lips," you throw stones like a child, when you want fight like man... call me. Till then, as we say in Italian, vai a prenderlo in culo" he smiled. (F*ck yourself)
Luca looked on in confusion as Stefan ran toward him and was intercepted by guards. They were all sent back to their cells as punishment. As Luca had learned, Matteo had challenged Stefan and in no sweeter words had told him to f*ck himself until he could challenge him like a real man.
He wondered if Matteo would be able to bear the attack that Stefan and his gang would rain down on him and by the looks of their faces...he wouldn't have to wait long to find out.