"My wings are broken. My halos cracked. The angels long dead. I'm a lost soul waiting to die out"
(Loving Athena)
After the abrupt and unexpected kidnapping of the Italian mafia princess Athena Armani, how is it evens possible for the Armani men to...
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Holy mother fucking shit.
Walking through in a cotton black button down shirt, with the first two buttons undone, black slacks and an aura of death and madness was Damiano— the last person I ever expected to see right now.
Wearing just a whisper of a smile he sauntered into the kitchen subtly taking in everybody, lingering on me for just a second to long but once he came face with Lucio he grinned like a Cheshire.
"Looked a the state of you my friend. That bad huh?" He laughed eyes filled with humour, his amusement was so contagious it seemed to make a lot of my brothers laugh at the situation as well— the situation being Lucio who is now the Armani joke of the day.
His head jerked from the window to Damiano and narrowed on him, "easy for you to say asshole." He scoffed looking all serious in his anger but it quickly melted away as his frown turned into a smirk as Damiano came closer and they dabbed each other up doing one of those bro hugs.
I couldn't help but laugh at the circumstances, it was a low quiet laugh one I wouldn't expect anyone to hear, but he did. Slightly tuning his head to my direction his eyes filled with recognition and a playful smile pulled on his lips. One that lasted only a second before anybody could notice, then it was gone as Damiano turned to greet the rest of my family.
My cheeks heated and I barely fought the blush crawling its way on my face and up my neck.
Blushing seriously Athena?
What's gotten into you.
I watched silently as he approached Antonello with a look every mafia man carried around with them daily, serious and emotionless but the thing that was easily detectable was the show of respect he held for my eldest brother— the Don of the mafia just saying.
Nello seemed to watch him with wariness, looking him up and down with a lethalness I couldn't ignore. My mind immediately jumped to that day I was ease dropping.
Keep Damiano away from Athena.
My mouth dried and I fought the urge to choke. What the hell did he mean? Why would Damiano need to stay away from me, as much as I hate to admit it he did help that day. He helped me in a situation I was practically trapped in and got me out of it. He seemed to be rather close with my family particularly the younger of my brothers and he is part of our world. He gets it, gets us so why would he need to stay away from me?
"Good to see you again Tony. How has it been?" Damiano addressed him by his nickname, standing in front of him with a smirk but an easy and relaxed stance. Antonello watched him for just a second longer before a ghost of a smile pulled on his face. "You know how it is kid. It's the mafia world we don't control it..." Antonello started saying but Damiano finished for him. "We just rule it."
A look I couldn't quite decipher pulled on Antonello's face as he slightly knocked Damiano's shoulder with his hand as he passed by, "exactly. Now what is it your doing here right now Damiano?" He asked causing my ears to perk at the question of the hour.
