Walking up to the door of her Uncle's fishing shop, Deanna seen her father's bodyguards. Her father had become the king of Queens and Newark in his reign. So he had armed security with him everywhere he went.
"Uncle Vincenzoooo! Uncle Tony! What's the word?" She smiled while hugging both of them. Her uncle's taught her how to shoot and how to sell drugs. She was so close with them.
"It's crazy how you favor Raq and Vito at the same time." Vincenzo shook his head and hugged his neice back.
"We got to get you a car or something. This train bullshit not safe neice." Her uncle Tony shook his head.
"Tell papa that." She shook her head and laughed while walking inside the shop. Her uncle Sal owned a fishing shop where their family conducted most of their business. It was a distraction from the gruesome shit the Marchetti's did.
"Papà you here? I just came off the train from Queens. You know Julianna still letting Julio put his fucking hands on her?" She clicked her Walkman off her waist while walking through the store.
"In the back, princess!" She heard her father's voice from the back of the shop boom.
Walking to the back she pulled the curtain back. Walking inside she seen her Unique sitting at the table with her father.
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"What the fuck is he doing here Papà?" Raising her eyebrows she walked to her father hugging him.
He hugged her back, "Business talk. Unique here wants to get plugged in with the Marchetti's."
"Whats good Goldilocks?" Unique sat up in his chair and winked at Deanna.
Deanna sat down next to her father in the rolling chair. Looking at Unique, he returned the eye contact.
"Fuck out of here, I thought you was getting supplied by Deen. He must've cut you and my mother off. Sloppy work nigga." She smirked and looked back at him.
"I didn't get cut off. I cut my own shit with Deen, was offered more from your fava babygirl." He returned the smirk.
"Raquel doesn't have a supply either? Why hasn't she come talk with me?" Vito shook his placing his spade cards back in the box.
"Papà?" Deanna raised her eyebrow while looking at her father.
Vito lit his cigar and dragged from it. Looking at his daughter, he shook his head. "I have the supply, I need the corners. Unique and your mother can help me get my shit out there Princess."
