All his life Alessio Lombardi had One goal
bring The Russo family down and Take over Chicago
and what's better way to destroy the mafia family then dishonoring thier women
Angelina Russo is a mafia princess sheltered all her life Angelina's only w...
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"I didn't know you have angel from heaven Arthur." Rio , my father's right hand kissed the rear of my hand at the ways to the theatre of Chicago. I wanted to roll my eyes so hard but my father's grip on waist told me otherwise so i smiled instead and thanked him . The men and the women at the gala, both wore demi-masks. Father exchanged pleasantries with other members of the Familia while he showed mee to them as if I was his greatest prize . I'm angry it's true but seeing that proud smille of his warms my heart tho.
we headed out in different directions from Rio inside the auditorium not to my surpride obviously.My father was consistently at the core of each gathering and paid a chunk of change to have the best seats wherever he went. Opposite me, the Mayor and his wife were giggling and whispering to each other's ear Close to them was a man I didn't have the foggiest idea who. He wore a basic all-dark demi-mask and an all black tux that must've cost a fortune by its rich texture and perfect cut. He was sitting close to anther man and they look very much like however rather than the all black he opted for a dim suit. Papa had polo his consigliere seat beside him and they beguin talking about business . Other than tradition, The Familia was vastly different from the version they portrayed in the movies.No abrasive back streets, foul medication addicts, and ridiculous battles with the law. These days, it was about tax evasion, obtaining, and reusing. My dad transparently pursued the police, blended with top-level lawmakers, and surprisingly helped the FBI nail high-profile suspects.
Indeed, that was accurately why we were here around evening time. Dad had consented to give an amazing measure of cash to another cause establishment intended to help in danger youth procure an advanced education.
I was getting lost in my thoughts when papa held my wrist and murmured to me "Go Angelina play piano for them show them how decent I raised you" I wanteed to shout at him and tell hm that he didn't do anything yet abonded and tossed me to boarding school after my mom's passing and because of that I didn't attend Aria's funeral , however I couldn't so I grin instead .
I went up to stage and sank down on the dark calfskin seat, allowing my fingers to coast respectfully over the smooth highly contrasting keys, and afterward I started to play, yet incredibly it wasn't the melody I'd been preparing these previous nights. It was something new totally, a song I hadn't known was in me, however as my fingers moved over the keys, it came to fruition. Gradually, the bunch around my chest slackened, and I understood the notes were my feelings molded into music.
The sound was spooky and shocking, the notes pursuing one another, speedy and sporadic then easing back suddenly. outrage and disspointment, abdication and rebellion, and underneath it each of the a fundamental aggravation I was unable to shake.I was unable to quit playingand those feelings remained, and it occupied the room and me. Briefly, I felt comfortable, felt nearly settled. I recalled them at that point mother's lifless body laying on the floor in a pool of blood . Tears beguin to fall and the notes went gentler , I was unable to take it any longer so I halted . the second I did the group's cheers became stronger and thier applauding too I curtseyed and head towards the overhang to have some fresh air .
