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30 || Teddy Bear

Edited: 10.10.2022

Song: Blackbear - weak when ur around  (slowed  + reverb)

Drunk Alessio is something else...

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Alessio

"Bere." (Drink)

I shake my head for the third time, forcing the smile on my face for the sake of the man sitting before me at the round table. But Silvio still pushes the glass of whiskey towards me, not listening to me like the stubborn man he is.

My foot starts impatiently tapping underneath the table, and I take a deep breath to calm myself down.

I wasn't one to drink on the job, but when I did, it was for a valid reason.

A valid reason would be needing to take the edge off before I had to give someone a good beating.

A valid reason would be needing to calm myself down before I lashed out and made any rash decisions. Decisions that were irreversible.

A valid reason would be celebrating a new multi million dollar deal, one that would benefit me and my familglia.

And in those cases, a glass of rum, a bit of scotch or even some bourbon would suffice.

But a meeting with the only man alive who worked alongside my father in building this mafia to discuss alliances, was not a valid reason.

I had already downed the first glass out of common courtesy but he wouldn't let up.

And at this rate, he'd have me drunker than a sailor and knocked out before I even made it home.

If there was one thing I lacked, it was the ability to be a good drunk.

I grew soft, needy, emotional, and somehow since I was never satisfied with those needs being met, I substituted it with the need to feel someone.

I was a horny drunk, but it was more about wanting to form a connection than getting my dick wet.

It was the only time I was emotionally invested in wanting affection, intimacy and sex all together.

Which is why I push the glass aside and focus on the man infront of me.

Silvio Ademaro was younger than most would think. But he'd been there through the entire rise of the Galanti mafia and was currently running our business that spanned the east coat of America - New York to be exact.

He hands me a cigar, one I happily take as I lean back and light it. "Ricardo couldn't go an hour without some whiskey and look at you-his son, refusing a glass. You're nothing like your father."

"Good." I lean further into my chair and cross my legs as I peer out onto the vineyard. I wanted to be nothing like my father. And the more my life grew complicated, the more I despised him for putting me in these positions.

Silvio throws his head back and laughs while I begin to grow impatient.

Business never took long. It was always in and out, a fast exchange that either ended in celebratory drinks and handshakes or one that ended in gunfire and blood.