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