Old Mob Money (COMPLETE)

Ch. 4 Aurora & Matteo

Location: Potts Point, Sydney NSW
(The Giovanni family Home)
Time: 8:30am
Date: Sunday 9th December, 2018

Aurora stood in the kitchen she shares with her daughter, Rosalina, and stared out the window remembering years past. So many memories here in this house, with Giuseppe, bearing and raising the kids, the thousands of meals cooked here in this very kitchen.
With a sad sigh, her wrinkled fingers reached for the kettle. Her faded emerald eyes seemed to glisten with tears for a moment.
But a few blinks later, she had cleared them.
The kettle clicked off, indicating it was boiled, and once she was done reaching for 2 mugs, to make coffee in, there was a knock at the front door, and then Matteo let himself in with his childhood key.
Briefly, Aurora allowed the argument she had with Rosalina a few years ago to cloud her mind. Yes! She understood why Rosalina wanted the locks changed, Matteo's attitude towards his sister changed for the worse 14 months ago when Giuseppe passed on (bless his heart).
But, in all honesty, Matteo knew in advance that Giuseppe was leaving him the family business. 'Seppe had been training him for years!!
And yet, if She were to flip that coin, Rosalina was prevented, no, banned from knowing anything mob related. That's a heavy burden for Matteo to cope with by himself. But Rosalina has wor-

"What are you thinking about Mum? Why are you frowning?" Matteo's voice interrupting her thoughts completely.
She spun around, her red scarf almost flicking his chest. Her wrinkled hands automatically reaching down, to smooth out non-existent marks and wrinkles on her red slacks, and black long sleeve top. "Good Morning Son! What a beautiful day it is today!"
He scooped her into a warm hug, and kissed her frown off her forehead. "Good Morning Mum! Is there coffee going? How are you?"
Then his face got a slight scowl "Is she here?"
Aurora froze for two seconds at most, then turned with two mugs of Moccona with milk, and one sugar. (It's how they both have their coffee.) "Matteo, why is it every time you come here, you speak about Rosalina like she is a piece of shit under your shoe!! She. Is. Your. SISTER! Stop it!" And for the second time that day, Aurora had to blink tears out of her eyes!!

Matteo sighed heavily, and pulled both hands over his face, and ran his fingers through his jet black hair.
"Mum-"
"Don't Matteo!" Mum warned him as she cut him off, verbally. "I understand that you are stressed with the responsibilities 'seppe left for you. I get it. Of all the people in this world, I do! I stood by your father, and every choice and decision he made for 32 years. THIRTY TWO YEARS!!! Do you hear me Matteo? Whether I agreed or not 'seppe made all those choices and I was expected to bite my tongue, and not say a word out of line!! That's fine! I don't want any part of that.. that.. mob crap anyway! But I will not sit here and listen to you badmouth your sister! She had no say! She did nothing wrong!"
And at the end of that statement, Aurora's shoulder's slumped and the tears that had threatened twice already, began to silently fall down her cheeks, as she slowly shuffled away from him, towards her room.
Matteo felt guilty. Guilty as all fuck. What has he just done to his mother?

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On his way back to his office, Matteo's phone rang, and he utilised the Bluetooth feature in his car to answer it. "Matteo here, what's the score?"
The voice of his Second in charge, Vincenzo came through the speaker. "Heya Boss! How's ya morning? I've just come in from the best surf ever! So many goddesses drooling over the new turbo I instal-"
"Cut the crap Vincenzo!" Matteo's loud roar echoed not only through the car, but down the phone line too.
"Was the target followed? Was the job done? Is the report finalised?"

"Yes boss. To all three questions. I have printed what's required for your report here at the office, it's waiting on your desk. Anything else Boss?"
Matteo thought to himself as his 1971 De Tomaso Mangusta in shiny black was cruising at 100kms/hr.
"Not at the moment. Please Vince, run your dailies, and I'll be there in an hour!"
As Matteo hung up, he could still hear Vincenzo's voice mumbling and cursing him out. That man is on his last leg. 2IC, doesn't mean he's indispensable, fucking dumbass!
He sat, and enjoyed the rumble of his motor, and the feel of the cruise ahead.
And tried desperately not to think of his mother...