Aurora Valentino is a 24 year old female mafia leader born and raised in Italy. She is known as 'The Madonna" and is feared by all.
Yet the most powerful woman has her hands tied when she is set to marry her enemy, the future heir to the Valerio ma...
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Hearing a knock on his office door, Vincenzo puts down the files he was going through and looks up.
"Entrare" he calls out before looking back down at the files on his desk.
Damien walks through the doors, a cold expression on his face as he walks up to his father, taking a seat in front of his desk.
"You called to see me?" Damien questions.
"Drago, benvenuto." Vincenzo chuckles, looking up at his son as he sits back in his chair, crossing his arms. "How have you been son?"
"I'm not here for a father-son therapy session Vincenzo, what do you fucking need?" Damien asks, narrowing his eyes. He was never in the mood for any bullshit, especially from his father. He liked getting straight to the point of things.
"Scusami if I'm trying to see how my son has been doing..." Vincenzo defends
"It's never been a concern to you before so why don't we keep things the way they were, sì?" Damien states, grabbing the bottle of whiskey that was placed on his father's desk, pouring himself a glass.
Vincenzo lets out a low chuckle, nodding his head. "Allora (alright), well here take these, go through these files for today. We also have new recruits at the training centre, you might want to stop by, see how they're doing" his father orders, handing over a few files for Drago to go over, to help him with his work. It was also a way to help prepare him, for Damien's take over one day.
"That's it?" Damien asks, taking the files his father had handed him.
"No one to kill today if that's what you're asking" Vincenzo replies
Damien nods his head, bringing the glass of whiskey to his lips, swallowing the remaining liquid before placing the empty cup back down, getting up from his seat to leave.
"How's your Madonna?" Vincenzo then asks
"Still breathing" Damien answers, turning back to face him
Vincenzo stands up, pouring himself his own drink as he lets out a hum, "That's a shame"
Damien's jaw clenches as he watches his father, the disappointment on his face.
"Vigliacco" Vincenzo whispers, grabbing his glass. (coward)
Feeling the anger resonate through his body, Damien reaches for the glass of whiskey Vincenzo just poured and takes it out of his hand, slamming it onto the desk as he leans close to his fathers face, anger in his eyes.
"Look in the mirror, then you'll see a real fucking coward. I know you're starting to abuse her again you son of a bitch" Damien mutters with anger, referring to his mother as he grabs the collar of his fathers shirt, ready to throw a punch to his face.
Vincenzo places a hand on his sons shoulder, pushing him off, "This son, is why I have my doubts about you taking over" he begins to say as Damien pulls away.
