Heat: A Mafia Doll Retelling

Chapter 1: Heat

Damiano sat back in his favorite large leather chair as he watched the kid that Vitali had brought in. The kid was a smart one. But then again Vitali wasn't the brightest. Damiano was sick and tired of having to tell him to stop fucking prostitutes in street corners, shit like this usually happened when Vitali decided that he wasn't strong enough to resist a mini-skirt with fishnets underneath.

Damiano rolled his eyes, how had Vitali gone so long without getting an STD? It was a well-known fact that he didn't use condoms. He wouldn't go near a hoe without a condom even if Rita wasn't there to carve her name on his fucking heart as he bled out on the street for touching another woman. He could think about that another day. For now he had to focus on what he was going to do when the kid woke up. He could have killed him... this kid obviously wasn't someone that was being looked for. He was out on the street without anyone looking after him and it would have only been too easy to get rid of the kid for spending his money. The kid couldn't be older than sixteen. He didn't look like he was addicted to anything but then again, looks could be deceiving.

The only way to figure out what he would do to the kid was waiting until he woke up. That was exactly what Damiano was doing.

"Damiano?" A voice interrupted him.

"Si?" Damiano said looking up.

Rita smiled at him with the phone in her hand, "Amor, Brooklynn is on the phone. She wants to talk to you; she says it's very important."

Damiano stood up in an instant.

It was dangerous to have weaknesses in his profession but Damiano couldn't hide the fact that his wife and his kids were everything to him. He adored his children. He hated the fact that he couldn't have his youngest daughter with him all of the time. He always expected Rita to dislike Brooklynn because she had been a product of an affair with a Kimberly Riley. He always regretted cheating on Rita but the one thing he never regretted was Brooklynn. She was his little angel. Rita had always encouraged their relationship, even though Brooklynn wasn't her daughter, Rita loved the little girl... even if she couldn't stand her mother. Kim Riley and Rita had never gotten along and they probably never would, Rita resented the fact that Kim had been the woman that almost took Damiano from her and Kim hated the fact that Brooklynn saw Rita as a second mother.

"How is my little angel?" Damiano asked as he took the phone from Rita.

"Dad! Hi!"

"What's going on mi amore?" Damiano asked.

"Dad, this is really important okay? My birthday is in a month! I'm turning eleven and I'm about to start sixth grade, daddy! Sixth grade! I'm in middle school now and mom doesn't want to let me go to Kayla Morrison's sleepover tomorrow! I'm old enough now, daddy!"

Damiano chuckled deeply; he should have known this was the 'very' important issue that Brooklynn needed to talk about.

"La mia raggaza, you know your mother only wants to protect you. She probably has her reasons for not allowing you to go to that sleepover," Damiano reasoned.

"Daddy! She's just mad because Rita bought me a new sleeping bag last week just so I could go. Dad talk to her please! Kayla is starting seventh grade. She's really cool and I don't want to be the only girl at school that didn't go because her mom thinks she's still a baby. Daddy, please?"

A groan broke Damiano's concentration on the phone; he spun around to face the kid. He was just now getting up; he needed to deal with him.

"Mi amore, I have some work to do, sweetheart. I'll call your mother later and I'll see what I can do okay?"