The Moretti family was apart of a leadership that had a three rules that were to be followed.
1. Firstborn sons, not daughters.
2. When asked for any information, the answer must be the truth.
3. Marriage must happen by the age of 21.
My father bro...
*Disclaimer before continuing* from here on there will violence\abuse (murder, physical and mental), romance (sexual) and profanity, I will do a disclaimer before a chapter if I think it needs an extra warning. Enjoy!
Alex
I took Bucky out to the backyard, I throw him his toy again and again until he gets tired which took longer than I thought it would, he's so old now, Maggie must've had her hands full with him, she had taken him in, I got to busy with the Mafia and I'm still to busy but today I had time to see him and it was bitter sweet, he brought back memories of my life before.
"Alex?" I can hear Aldo yelling, he's looking for me, I pretend to not hear him.
"Good boy Bucky." I kiss his face as he calmly sits next to me, his chin resting on my lap, "You're such a good boy, I'm sorry it's been so long."
"Alexandra Grace Moretti! where the fuck are you!" He must be getting closer at this point, I just wanted a few more minutes of peace I should've known better.
"I'm here Aldo." I shout, still petting Bucky.
"What in fucks sake are you-" he stops when he sees me.
"Please lower your voice, Papà never did like the yelling," I say, I look at his grave.
"I'm sorry Alex," I know what happens next. "But duty calls."
"It's okay, Aldo I understand," I stand up and look at Bucky, "Please take him to Maggie,"
"Of course, I'll meet you in the car?"
"That is fine," I wipe the dirt off, Aldo walks Bucky back to the house, I bend down to the headstone, "I have to go to work now, I miss you." I place the the rose down.
Walking into the house I go to my room and change.
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| Alex's outfit | I couldn't find the perfect photo but this on is close | this is not my photo |
I pick up my gun and check the magazine it's still full, I slide it into the of my jeans and pull my shirt down over it, and they put my coat on, the tv says we have officially began winter, lovely I've always like winter better than any other of the seasons.
I look out the window and see Aldo talking with Paolo, my driver.
"Ready to go?" I ask walking up to them and Paolo opens the door, I stop and look at Aldo, "Did you and Paolo do the check?"
"Yes," I nod and jump into the car, "Paolo, take us to west and north on hillburn street."
That was code wood for- The Trauma center, or as I like to call the place where I get answers.
When he pulls up to the back I open the door, and Aldo is already walking towards the building, I walk around to the driver side of the car, Paolo rolls down his window.
