𝓂𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁, 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝑜

meeting

you were woken by a light shake to your shoulder. you blinked your eyes open to see tom standing above you. he gave you a warm smile. "good morning." he greeted.

you sat yourself up and rubbed your eyes. "good morning." you mumbled back. tom wore a grey vest over a white collared shirt and a purple tie.

"i like your tie." you pointed out. tom chuckled and shook his head. "thank you, that is very kind of you." he replied. you smiled softly. tom wasn't intimidating to you, he was very calm and patient with you.

you yawned and stretched out your arms. tom cleared his throat and stood up straight. "i've woken you becausedon corleone is expecting you." tom told.

"who?" you cocked your head. you had no idea who or what that was. tom rubbed his forehead.

"he's the godfather. the father of michael, sonny and connie. he runs the business." tom explained. you nodded. so michaels name was michael corleone? honestly, that was a really pretty name. corleone. it sounded fancy. and not to mention, it was hot too.

"what business?" you wondered. "a business founded on gambling, bootlegging, prostitution, and union corruption. the business is basically the corleones. they're all part of it and all work for the don, besides the woman. i myself, am the consigliere and head lawyer of the family." he told you. he sighed and softly chuckled. "to sum it up, it's the mafia." he chortled.

you fingered with the bed sheets and breathed rapidly. you were kidnapped by the MAFIA? michael was part of the MAFIA? that's like killing people kinda stuff. you were really in a tough position.

"oh." you whispered. tom nodded and started to walk towards the door. "connie left you a robe. if i were you, i'd freshen up and hurry on out here." tom smiled. you nodded. he closed the door and left.

you dug your fingernails into your scalp and tucked your head into your lap. you groaned. you were dead. and if not dead, held captive for the rest of your life. you were utterly screwed.

you exhaled and closed your eyes, steadily breathing again. you hopped out of bed and took off michaels coat. you hung it on the back of a chair in the corner of the room. you took the robe on the end of your bed and slipped it on. it was a nice white fuzzy but thin robe. looked nice with your nightgown.

you freshen yourself up in the bathroom and took a few moments to gather yourself. after accepting the fact that you were probably doomed, you opened the door.

you stepped out into the hallway, closing the door quietly behind you. you tiptoed down the hall, heading for the living room you'd been in the previous night.

you creaked open the door at the end of the hall, and peeked in. there was only 3 people this morning. tom, sonny and michael.

tom was sitting down on an arm chair with his legs crossed, reading a newspaper. sonny was leaned up against a wall and smoking a cigarette. he wore a white collared shirt with black suspenders attached to his pants. michael was sat on the long couch. he had a mug in his hand and was staring off into space. his eyes looked full of thought and wonder. his hair was still fluffed up and parted to the side. he wore a nicely knit dark brown sweater, over a white collared shirt. the sweater on him gave you butterflies in your stomach. you loved a sweatered boy. and a sweater on this boy, was unworldly like.

you opened the door all the way and stepped into the room. they all 3 looked at you. tom lowered his newspaper, sonny let his cigarette hang loosely in his mouth, and micheal just stared.

you dusted off your robe, in attempt to be appropriately mannered. you lived in a shithole, so fancy really wasn't something you were familiar with.