Angel's Lie (Mafia)

My Day With Father

The scenery is nice as father drives me to only god knows where. I don't exactly know where we're going but I think he wants to show me the places he goes to every day. Right now we are in the city and traffic is holding us back, I take this as a time to ask some questions.

"Where are we going?"

"To get something to drink, I know a place that has the best coffee I have ever had, you'll love it trust me."

"What is it called?"

"Vito's, I invest in it...and before you ask, yes it is legal."

"I wasn't going to ask that." I was thinking it through. "Why do you invest?"

"I don't know, it's easier I guess. I don't own it but I still make money off of it and I have a say over certain things. Thanks to me this place is one of the best coffee joints in New York."

"Why thanks to you?"

"Well, Vito's father also had an illegal business-"

"He's in the mafia?"

"Was. Sadly Vito's father didn't know how to play his cards right and ended up in serious danger; he owed money, a lot of money. Me being the nice guy I am I paid off his debt." 

"Oh please, there has to be another reason why you paid off his debt." He looked over at me and smiled a proud smile.

"Angel, you are way to smart. You're right, there was another reason. The deal was I pay off his debt for his 'other business'. If he knew what he was doing his illegal business would've done a phenomenal job with making money, but he didn't know how to handle it. I've known this family since before you were born and I know exactly how the business would've turned out if I didn't step in and handle it. I've now made triple of what his debt cost."

"So what does that have to do with the coffee place?"

"When we were doing business he would invite me to his cafe to have meetings. That place was disgusting, cracked coffee cups, old dirty booths and tables, I'm pretty sure they had mice running around the kitchen, but it was one of the best cups of coffee I have ever had. I asked him why he doesn't renovate his place and make something out of it, but his answer was he doesn't have any money. I mean for fuck's sake the workers there were family because he couldn't afford to pay actual people, at the time it was only him and his kids. I invested in his little coffee shop and five years later it's in every article about coffee in New York."

"Wow, so you really do have a nice bone in your body?"

"Dont start with me, it was a money opportunity."

"Right... I know you try to be a big bad boss but deep down inside you care for people in your own way."

"I only care for you, Angel," He says while chuckling. 

Once we pull up to the coffee shop I am already amazed just by the exterior of the larger than expected cafe. Father comes around to open my door for me as he grabs my arm and we walk inside together. Once we arrive at the door the cafe Is full of people, there's practically a line going out the door.

"The best part about being an investor is no lines," father says as he locked his arm through mine and walks us towards what I'm guessing is the kitchen. 

Once we walk in the aroma of coffee and pastries fills my nose, this is what I imagine heaven smelling like.  A short old man turns around with a joyful smile on his face.

"Fransesco, how are you doing this beautiful morning," the old man gleefully says as he walks over and shakes father's hand. 

"I'm doing great, Vito, this is my daughter Angelica." Vito looks at me and brings my hand to his lips.