Gio and Tessa were best friends for years.
When she visits his grave on the fifth anniversary of his death, she finds out something she never expected.
How will Tessa navigate through this?
Reality has yet to kick in.
Could it be a dream? A cruel...
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LEO ROMANO
I took and dreaded my final sip from the whiskey in my glass sitting in front of me.
With a sigh, I stood up and began making my way to Andrea who I was about to confront. Part of me feels bad that I have to confront him, he's such an anxious kid. He can't get a sentence out without stuttering. His hands begin trembling and his teeth start chattering at the sound of a gunshot. I seriously don't know why my cousin let him join our mafia. I need to know his reasoning for what he did though. And I need to figure it out before Giovanni catches wind of it.
I picked up my gun, off of the table, tucking it away. I'm praying that I won't have to use it. Andrea better not be hiding anything.
I began walking out of the study and down the long hall, towards Andrea's office. Just as I turned the corner, the slightly shorter kid came crashing into me.
"Fuck, kid." he needs to watch where he's going.
"Colpa mia. Won't happen again." he put his head down and pushed past me, trying to rid himself of this awkwardness.
(My bad.)
"Not so fast." I stopped him, making him turn around.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I think you know, Bruno. Tell me what you did with it, and why." I crossed my arms while leaning against the wall. I watched the kids' brows furrow at the mention of his last name.
"I-I don't know w-what you're talking about. I swear!" he put his hands up in defiance.
Realistically, he probably knows what I'm talking about. He's just afraid of the possibility that I could be talking about something else which could cause him to snitch on himself. Or even worse, he's planning on lying to me and needs more time to come up with a lie. Similar to Giovanni, I show no mercy for liars.
"The fucking footage, from the gala." I flashed my pistol to strike some fear in him.
"I-I do-"
"I know what you did. You fucking destroyed it. Why? Why would you fucking do that?" I now raised my voice while shoving him against the wall and grabbing him by the collar. I watched as he shrunk with fear and he shook.
"I- I can't tell you." he attempted to shove me away. I let go of him.
"Don't fuck with me, kid." I gritted my teeth.
"Fine b-but you can't tell Don DeLuca." I nodded in response, to gain his trust. I can't make any promises that I won't tell Giovanni. I mean, it is my job to collect information and report it back to him.
I think that's why DeLuca trusts me so much. I don't keep secrets from him, and if I do, it's because I'm keeping him safe. The job of an Underboss is often overlooked, in my humble opinion. Our Dons are the bosses, of course. They make decisions, the call the shots. However, as an Underboss we aid that decision making and we're a crucial part of how things work. He's the President and I'm his Chief of Staff.
