Little Dark Secrets

Life of Secrets

"Luciano?" The man repeated walked towards Gianni and Jolene quicker. "What the f*ck is going on today?" Jolene whisper yelled in confusion.

Gianni pushes Jolene behind him protectively as the older man neared them. "Who the hell are you?"

"Luciano my son?" The man was tall in his 70's the little old woman next to him rushed to Gianni and took his face into her hands before she started crying. They looked like they have seen a ghost. And no one knew how to react.

"Lui è non Luciano." The older man said sadly as he looked at him longer.

(He is not Luciano)

"Donatello, lui è il figlio de Luciano." She sobbed. "No non sono." Gianni's face hardened.

(Donatello, he is the son of Luciano)

(No I'm not)

"Giulia mio amour. Per favore." The man shook his head trying to pull his wife away and his disappointment. "No!" She shrieked still holding on to Gianni. He was the spiting image of his father and she was not going to let go of her only grandchild, especially when she thought he died without getting the chance to meet him.

(Giulia my love. Please)

"Tu chi sei?" Jolene asked moving next to Gianni pulling him to her. The woman's breath hitches taking in Jolene's appearance. "Tu chi sei?" The man asked in return coming to his wife's defense.

(Who are you)

Jolene noticed all the Italians looking at her like she was crazy for talking to these people like that.

"Sua moglie." Jo crossed her arms and their eyes widened.

(His wife)

Jolene straightened up expecting to have to get defensive about them being racist. But the woman just cried and wrapped her arms around Jo "Mi dispiace signora." She sniffled. Jo was frozen and confused. Why the woman was clinging on to her was beyond her.

"We are done here." Gianni gritted out getting angry. "Please! A-are you my grandson?" Donatello grabbed Gianni's wrist to keep him from leaving.

Murmurs were heard which raised Jolene's suspicions.

"I will never be your grandson." Gianni snapped. The men stepped closer to Gianni and Jo in warning making Jolene reach for the gun in her purse instinctively. Gianni placed his hand on hers to halt her moves.

Donatello gritted his teeth but held his hand up to the men behind him who fell back. "Please, give us the chance to discuss this in a private setting. I beg of you."

Gasps were heard through the community passing by the scene. It finally hit Jo what was happening. Gianni's family wasn't just the head of the mafia in America, but they were the head in freaking Italy. Donatello was their Don.

She and Gianni did not know what the hell they had gotten themselves into

"There is nothing to discuss with either one of you. Now if everyone doesn't f*cking mind I would like to just enjoy my last week of my f*cking honeymoon with my f*cking wife." Gianni yelled in irritation. All he wanted was to be with Jo for their trip and he got sucked into a family reunion.

Giulia flinched at his harshness and started wiping her tears. Donatello looked at his wife who was now crying again and turned to face Gianni with a dark expression. Even the men looked at him in anticipation. No one made the Donna cry.