― In which Santino D'Antonio falls in love with a girl and it changes his life.
Power and money is all that's ever mattered to the leader of the Camorra, Italy's biggest mob. But an alliance with the British crime syndicate will make his path cross...
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SANTINO STRAIGHTENS his tie one last time, out of habit, as the airplane readies for them to descend onto British soil. His normal calm and cool behavior is being overtaken by an apprehensive one. His chest feels tight. It's because his thoughts are being clouded by what's to come in the day he doesn't notice Matteo calling for him then tapping on his shoulders. The mafia boss lets out a deep breath as he stands and exits the airplane. He's hit by a cooler breeze then a wave of heat. Though on the outside be looks put together as usual, he's truly a jumbled mess. A mess due to the fact for the first time in a month he'll be able to have more than the voice of the girl he loves. Simple phone calls, something he'd never done before, were the only way for him to feel contact but it wasn't enough.
He's ushered into an SUV behind Lorenzo and Matteo but his mind isn't there. Being back in London has a whole new meaning to him now than it did before. Before he would have come to appreciate the culture and different landmarks from what he's used to. But he's not here just for the new partnership, he's here for a girl.
"You okay Santo?" Matteo asks, looking over to his friend to see his eyes a sea of emotion.
"I'm fine," he responds.
"Are we meeting with George before this welcome thing or are we going straight there?"
"Straight there."
Lorenzo turns around from the front seat to look at Matteo confused and giving him a look, "Pippa going to be in attendance?"
Santino doesn't respond because he doesn't know for sure, but he can't imagine why she wouldn't be. God he wants to see that beautiful head of blonde locks again and the way her face lights up about things she likes. She's felt like a ghost to him as each day passes, he was close to his wits end not being able to see her. And for a man who gets what he wants, this separation had been torture.
"Hm going to take that as a yes," Lorenzo grumbles turning back around to stare at the road, feeling an anxiety from being on the 'wrong side'.
The two friends and right hands of the Camorra leader have noticed a big change in Santino's demeanor. It has been hard not to. For the years they've know him they've never seen him so down in the dumps. Which they chalk up to Pippa, so they're equally as excited for them to be reunited.
Santino just stares out the window ignoring the small talk and comments. He's not interested as the small country side where they landed that turns into the city of London. The different architecture, the dreariness, even the Big Ben don't phase him. In his vision are his daydreams of what's going to be him in the next few hours. He knows he's here for business, for the new alliance, and to make more money- but boy he could care less for once. This man has enough money to last Italy a lifetime, maybe more; that he doesn't even know what to do with it most of the time. But what he doesn't have is someone to spend his time with that matters.
