𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 believes what you reap is what you sow in life, but when past mistakes come back to destroy her happy world- there's one thing she can do; fight back.
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When, 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 finds the means to an end, in a qui...
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└𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐗┘
𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐎, 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎,
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 car opened in a swift move and the immediate aroma of the greenery around them met him halfway outing the vehicle.
"Wait in the car." his commanding voice noted, and the Italian accent of his vocals seemed to drill in his chauffeur's blue eyes a respectful glint. With a nod, he closed the black framed door.
His footing could shake the ground if he wanted to and the commanding aura he emitted around him as he mounted the granite stairs of the 'Grecco Vineyard' - or as it was well known in the underground world as 'Emilio's State'- he gazed at the sky once and made his way at the sitting form of a man.
"Ha." laughed ironically the man, as he ate the pasta in his plate. "How can you do business even on the day of your boss' funeral?"
The question was spit out from the old man's mouth and Vincenzo couldn't but look at the continuing motion of Emilio's hand as he ate.
With a final calculating look at Emilio's guards, he unzipped the button of his black suit in a simple move and sat opposite of the old man's seat.
Crossing his black tailored leg over the other, he silently opened his leather black bag filled with files and grasped in his veiny hands the silver tablet, before offering it to Emilio.
"This," he showed with his eyes "is the last offer from my boss, Fabio."
Voice an octave deeper, his tone held an indifference in its base that was highly intimidating.
"An offer from his grave? Not interested." he scoffed and dismissed it entirely. "You can take it and leave." showing the way he came from, Vincenzo paused for a pregnant moment his movements and clenched his jaw lightly, with a nod of his head he sighted and left the tablet upon the white round table "Killing Union President Carlo to take over the vineyard and the union was a mistake from your part." he responded and the last syllabes he uttered were whispered in an all-knowing smirk.
"He was like a brother to Fabio." he nodded again deep in thought. His mind going back to the friendly and helpful President of the Union, President Carlo, who he remembers him saying that he was the true diamond of the rough of Cassano Familia a night before he was assassinated, the memory brought a feeling of nostalgia in his blackened heart.
"Whatever the offer is, I won't be accepting it." angrily replied Emilio before he ate his spoonful of pasta.
Scoffing, Vincenzo positioned his hand upon the table and focused his dark gaze at the sweet red liquid beside the full bottle of wine.
