The Agreement (Complete)

Donatello Constantini stared down the barrel of the gun that was pointing at his head, taking his eye off for a second to look down at the gun that was pointing to the heart of his enemy, Rafael De Luca.  This war between the two families had been brutal and long standing and honestly, Donatello was tired of it.  They both had buried enough men, enough friends and enough family; personally, he would be glad to call a truce.  His problem, he didn’t trust the man standing across from him; but mafia men didn’t trust easily either.  Truth be told, no mafia trusted a rival family; that just wouldn’t happen.                 Donatello let out a breath and then dropped his gun, much to the surprise of Rafael, who tilted his head to the side as he looked at the man and finally lowered his own gun.  Rafael had never shot a man point blank who wasn’t armed and he wasn’t going to start no

They sat outside in the car, looking at the restaurant and Val’s stomach was in knots.  She hadn’t spoken to Donatello before and it had been four days since she had seen Vinny, since her dad told her the news.  And here she was, meeting them both so they could talk about contracts, about what each party wanted or would like.  In here, she was going to have to be the perfect mafia princess; her father had already warned her.  No yelling, no acting bitchy; she promised.  But would Vinny hold true to not being an asshole?  That part to her was doubtful.                 “Are you ready, bella (beautiful)?”  Valentina glanced at the building and then at him.                 “No, but I don’t have a choice, right?  Let’s go.”  He helped her out of the car and she t

The men stood up after agreeing on everything and walked over to the kids, laying the paperwork before them.  Valentina reached for the pen and signed her name and then handed the pen to Giovanni, which he took.  But before he signed it, he looked up at the two men.                 “Can you give us a moment?” he asked them.                 “If you don’t sign…”                 “Dad, I’ll make him sign.”  She glanced at Vinny and then back at her dad.  “Besides, I trust him enough that he will follow through with this.”  The older man nodded and walked off.  Vinny cleared his throat and then took something out of his pocket.              &

Giovanni and Valentina watched the retreating back for a few moments before Giovanni turned to look at her.                 “One of your many admirers, huh?”  Valentina rolled her eyes and stepped away from him.  With his loud mouth, she recalled Jennifer and his wonderful conversation.                 “Yes, Dante had tried to get me to go out with him plenty of times.  In fact, I think he was waiting for me to graduate before talking to my dad about pressing for my hand.”                 “Ha, your dad wouldn’t have aligned with that family.”                 “Yet he aligned with the Constantini’s, go figure.”  Valentina shot him a glare

“Buongiorno (good morning), Giovanni.”   Giovanni looked up at his dad as he walked into the kitchen.  His dad perched against the island, a cup of coffee in one hand and the morning newspaper in the other.                 “Buongiorno, papà (morning, dad).”  Vinny eyed the man again as he made his way to the coffee pot.  It wasn’t odd to see his dad awake, and hell if wasn’t odd for Vinny to be awake either.  But it was odd to see his dad still in the kitchen and not in the family dining area, which told Vinny that his dad remained just so he could run into Vinny.                 “You and Val make a striking couple,” Donatello said, tossing the newspaper on the counter between them.  “The media are calling you two the power couple.”  Vinny finish