Little Dark Secrets

Flashback

——Lawerence Massachusetts——
August 13th, 1940

"Figilo you're going to stay with your uncle Giovanni for a while." Luciano said to his 3 year old son 2 days before his birthday.

Gianni looked to his mother who was crying. "Papa perché mamma piange?" Gianni asked trying to walk towards his mother.

(Why is momma crying)

Luciano pulled him back assertively. "She's being a woman Gianni, leave her be. It's time for you to start becoming independent, you can't always go running to your mother."

Gianni pouted but didn't dare disrespect his padre. "You are next up. You need to be strong. This is how you can prove it."

The three walked to Giovanni's home which was almost as grand as their own but not as nicely kept. "Please Luciano! He's just a baby." Marcella sobbed clinging on to his arm.

"I'll ruin your life if you continue to speak in my presence Marcella." Luciano hissed yanking his arm free. Marcella tried to hold in her sobs.

She didn't like Giovanni. She didn't like any of the Italians. Luciano would still let Gianni come home but if she personally wanted to see him she would have to go to Giovanni's.

"Soit brave. Je t'aime et ça ne durera pas éternellement." Marcella smiled. Gianni grasped her hand. "Je t'aime." He kissed her hand.

"Don't speak that disgusting language in my presence." Luciano barked. Marcella flinched, she just wanted to take Gianni and run to France. But Luciano would find her if she did.

Giovanni opened the door to be greeted by his brother and his fake family. Luciano swindled him out of the spot as Don because he impregnated a French b*tch and forced her to marry him for the spot.

It was Giovanni's birth right and Luciano took that away from him. Now he had to watch his heir because Luciano wasn't ready to be a father. Of course!

"Brother." Giovanni greeted. Luciano just nodded pushing the little one farther in the home.

Giovanni already hated the child. He had dirty blond hair and light brown eyes. If it wasn't for his face resembling Luciano's, he wouldn't look Italian at all. What a disgrace.

Giovanni grunted but let them in anyways. He listened to Gianni sniffle when his father said he had to stay here, he watched the Frenchie cry. Giovanni was attracted to Marcella but she cursed off Italians of course.

Luciano ruined everything for him. He'd make sure at least one of them suffered. Since he was basically thrusting his son in his care
He supposed the boy would have to do. He didn't give a sh*t about him anyway.

Once Luciano dragged Marcella out the door Giovanni and Gianni stared at each other. "Ciao zio." Giannis tiny voice greeted with a smile.

"Parlare quando si parla." Giovanni hissed. He pulled Gianni along to his bed room up stairs and slammed the door.

Gianni would grow used to being alone in the dark soon enough.
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On August 15th Gianni's birthday a black woman and black man knocked on his door. "We have baggage for you." The woman smirked.

"I'm Rupert. This is Annabelle. Luciano told us you would care for the... child since Annabelle can no longer do so without raising suspicion."

A two year old girl clung on to Ruperts collar in fright. Where was she going! Who were these people. Where is her mama?