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Nique knocked on the door to Vito's house in Newark. He was told to come over and party with the Marchetti's in honor of Vito's mother being in the states.
"Yo these fuckin' Italians know how to party." Worrell nudged Nique. Worrell had never been outside of Queens. He was always excited to get out the hood for a while
"Calm all that shit down, this shit strictly business nigga." Nique said as the security opened the door.
"You with Vito right?" The security said as he patted Nique and Worrell down. He while patting them down he was hitting them hard.
"Yeah nigga watch ya hands though." Nique held his arms up to be searched. Looking around the house, he seen many Italians dancing, and vibing out. This really wasn't his scene, but he had to come. He wanted to be locked in with Vito to expand his business.
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Walking past the security he and Worrell maneuver their way through the party. To his left he seen Raq and her brothers. He laughed to himself as they mean mugged him.
"Ah, Goomba you came." Vito walked up to Unique with his wine glass in his hand. He definitely was drinking a little too much tonight.
"Y'all always throw these big ass parties like this down here?" Nique looked around with his hands in his pockets, "Vito this my brother Worrell." He introduced the two of them while they shook hands.
"Of course of course, nice to meet you son. This is my mother Vittoria she just moved here from Italy finally. She speaks English." Vito turned to his mother
Looking around Vito, he seen an older blonde woman with blue eyes. She looked extremely fancy with her Versace robe and expensive gold jewelry. He could see some of Deanna's features in her.
"Nice to meet you Ms.Vittoria, Welcome to the states." Nique smiled as he kissed the older woman's hand.
"Thank you thank you, just call me Nonna." She smiled as she watched him return the smile.
"Nonna they only had Nocchi, papa they didn't have any Pes-" Deanna walked into the section her family was in. Reaching over Nonna, she sat the plates down on the table. While she looked up she met eyes with Unique.
"Thank you nipote," Nonna kissed Deanna's cheek. "Where the hell is Vincenzo?" Nonna shook her head knowing her oldest son had forgotten her favorite pasta.
His eyes skimmed over her figure in her black Givenchy dress. It made her figure show more. The dress also showed some of her cleavage. Her silver jewelry also shone under the light. Nique couldn't help but softly his lip.
