A missing piece... The other half - A Mafia Brothers Story

Grandma...

Suki followed Mrs Smith in the living room and sat not too far from her. She was intimidated by the woman in front of her; she was around 70 and her hair were of a beautiful grey, not an old one but more a coloration made in a prestigious hair saloon. She was wearing pretty and sophisticate clothes with some expensive jewelries. She didn't look like the typical grandmother. Vito sat on the opposite couch with a can of soda. 

Mrs Smith: Vito, I didn't invite you to join us.

Vito: (He was surprised.) You're pushing me out... for her? I am your grandson, do you remember? You were always eager to see me before!

Mrs Smith: Young man, your attitude shows jealousy. Are you not too old for this? Can't you let your grandmother talk with your little sister to have a chance to get to know her? Or are you afraid that she reveals to me things that you want to keep secret?

Vito: I have nothing to hide! (He showed assurance.) I don't like her, that's all!

Mrs Smith: Alright! Suki, please, follow me.

Suki looked at Vito then at Mrs Smith who nodded with a natural smile. She followed her near the entry door, quickly put her shoes and they left the house together. Vito was shocked that his grandmother ignored him and decided to leave with the little girl. When Mrs Smith came out, a guard that Suki never noticed came to her encounter.

Michael: Madam, are you leaving already? (He was surprised.)

Mrs Smith: We are just going out to have a coffee. Can you drive us to a nice place, not too far? Oh, by the way, Suki, this is Michael, my... assistant, driver, bodyguard... he is in charge of everything. Suki is Salvatore's daughter, my granddaughter.

Michael: Nice to meet you Miss.

Suki: Nice to meet you too, Mr Michael.

Michael: (He opened the back door of the car.) Please, Madam, be careful. (He put his hand on the car to offer protection.) Should we inform Mr Smith?

Mrs Smith: Hewill find out soon enough, let's go.

The ride in the car was silent, Mrs Smith was on her phone, sending messages. Suki didn't dare to disturb her and patiently waited. 10 minutes later, the car parked in a big avenue with luxurious shops and fancy cafés. Michael opened the door for the old lady and two giant men, coming from a car that was following them, secured the surroundings.

Mrs Smith: Those men are only there to assure our protection, but you must be used to that type of thing with your Father.

Suki: Father's bodyguards are more... discreet...

Mrs Smith: Don't mind them, they will not listen to our conversation. 

They entered the café and were welcome by one of the waitress. She gave them the best spot near the window and Mrs Smith ordered a long café latte for her and hot chocolate for the little girl. With that, she asked for an assortment of desserts. The order was served quickly and after tasting her beverage, Mrs Smith stared at Suki with an intense gaze.

Mrs Smith: You know I order that for you, why don't you drink it?

Suki: Ah, yes, sorry... and thank you.

Mrs Smith: You seem stressed to be here with me. Are you afraid that I am not here with good intentions? Because as you followed me without thinking twice, it's too late to be worried, no? (Suki blushed, embarrassed.) So, tell me, who is that little girl in front of me? What do you like? What do you dislike? How is it to be part of that family?