Don Marcello, Lord Of Desire
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if just happened last night. It's still fresh in my m
tug. I gave a brief smile, as trained. Growing up in a Mafioso family has a lot of pros and cons, and a lot of strictness to
ut, but I had to attend because my father demanded so. I have been through this several times, I get over the stubbo
ond two glasses if liquor unless you are sure your bodyguard is near you and you won't disgrace your self in front of the guests and game your family's reputation, do not talk to any random men
h a smirk on his face. He looks like an old man in his mid-sixties but wit
mbia Business School. I expect so much from her," he says with f
rt," another bald guy in a denim jacket
red to take her that far to p
ore minutes while I keep smili
potential more than the girls. Fortunately or unfortunately, I am my dad's only child, unless there are others out there I don't know about. I don't trust
or the lady's room to make su
rty ends soon. I am bored over my head. I know no one
ansion, there is a commotion that makes me halt in my heels. I hear tw
s happ
on the floor into pieces. Women a wailing like bereft widows and everyone is run
another
g like I am not in this place. People are bumping into each other, one man is on the floor and w
ght on my front and my arm in the broken glass pieces. The man runs p
n I get my
th
et and dash to the doo
ase be alri
, cars screeching away through the driveway, people running about and the whole scene is just unrecogn
her is fine. He should be fine.
ed by people running for their lives, but
him. His bodyguards are always alert. I keep affirming myself though
the garage. I run toward them, trying to squeeze through but hardly maki
to keep straight. My legs give way, and I end up sitting on the ground next to my blood-soaked
from behind, and a hand touc
the hand off my shoulder. I crawl to where
ing out, hoping tha
ray gown equally soaked in his blood, but that w
I cry out, my voice broken and helpless. I hold right
nd some hands try to disen
shout, suddenly hatin
. I instantly turn to look at him. Matteo, my fa
you when this happened?" I am practic
ase try to calm
and my father!" I try hard but fail to keep my voice low. Every
aid on my father's chest, feeling th
at life without him. I have a good number of suici
to stay
t ave
early with their life for this!
forcefully from my father. I am crying and screaming bitterly. At that moment I had alr