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 now, no matter the reason behind it.
“Would you have a seat with me, De Luca?” Rafael pulled out a chair, his eyes still focused on Donatello Constantini; this was very unusual. “I see the questions in your eyes.”
“I walked in here ready to kill you, not sit and talk, Constantini.”
“Trust me, Rafael De Luca, I thought the same thing. But as I stood there, with our guns pointing at each other, I thought about all the pain we have caused, how the blood is flowing like a river when it never should have been.”
Rafael sat his own gun on the table and looked at the man he had been fighting for, for years. Like Donatello, he would admit he was just tired of all of this as well. But, what could they do? It was obvious he had something working in his mind. “What are you thinking Donatello?”
“A truce; an alliance.”
“Us? Who would you be willing to put on the table to make sure I wouldn’t betray you?”
“Giovanni.”
“Your son? Against who?”
“Valentina. A marriage between the two families.” Rafael leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed as he thought that over. The idea was sound and neither side would dare hurt the other, not with a chance of their kids being in the crossfire. The only problem that stood in the way was simple; both kids hated each other. So a marriage would be horrible, but oh so much fun to watch, which had his lips curling up.
“You are aware they hate each other?”
“Of course. But hate is just as strong of a feeling as love. Besides, it’s time to put both of these youths to work.” Rafael smiled at the devious nesses of the plan and nodded his head in agreement. Let this start the new era of their families.
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Valentina flicked her long raven locks over her shoulder as she walked down the sidewalk with her friends, her bright green eyes taking in the people around her. But the moment she spotted him, she stopped walking and stared; the king of playboy’s and the princes of assholes, one Giovanni, known as Vinny to his friends.
He spotted her among her friends, not hard to do as she stood out, her beauty out shinning those around her. What made her horrible was that she knew she was gorgeous, so on top of that snotty, snobby attitude; there was that of a mafia princess. God, how he longed to see her fall. He often had fantasies of being the one to knock her down, but their fights hadn’t come to that, yet!
“Val,” he said her name with a sneer.
“Vinny.” She gave him the same tone. By rights, they shouldn’t even be talking, in fact, guns should be drawn, but not here, not with many innocent lives around, enough had already been lost.
“You know princess, your no good father should be meeting his demise at my own father’s hand.” Val rolled her eyes, the same song always being sung by this asshole.
“You are sadly mistaken. Your father will be the one to lose his life today; everyone knows that De Luca has the fastest hand and will have the bullet out before your father could even blink.” Vinny gritted his back teeth as he stared the woman down, their trash talking a common thing among them. They were roughly the same age, went to the same school and throughout all of that, they fought; keeping the war alive that dated back to at least their grandfathers.
“Does your dad ever tell you, Val, how disappointed he is that he had to have a daughter, rather than a son? How you are such a horrible stain on the mafia name?” Valentina glared at the man, her friends quickly grabbing her arms to stop her from attacking him. That was a low blow, even for him.
“Figlio di puttana, sarò lieto di portarti con il mio proiettile!” (You son of a bitch, I will gladly take you with my own bullet!)
“Val, stop, you need to let it go,” one of her friends said, her own eyes shooting daggers at Vinny. Yes, Val was the beloved princess and yes, it was a bitter pill to swallow that she wouldn’t be running the family but to say her dad was hurt, that was uncalled for. Besides, everyone knew that her cousin would be running the show.
“Valentina…”
“Save it Giovanni, you meant what you said, no use retracting it.” She turned to her friends and muttered, “let’s go.” They all nodded and followed her as she walked away. Giovanni watched them and for one split second, was sorry he uttered those words; even he knew that was wrong.
"Andiamo Vinny, andiamo a cercare delle femmine." (Come on Vinny, let’s go find some females.) Vinny heard his friends and turned to follow them. He knew he would see her again. In their world, you always saw the same faces.
“Valentina, is that you?” She rolled her eyes as she walked into the house; her dad knew who it was but he just liked to pretend that he couldn’t see her walk in. But their house was protected, that would be something any mob boss made sure of, so of course he always saw who walked on his land or through his front door. “Yes, it’s me dad.” “Good,” he said as he walked out of the living room. “Come join me, I want to talk to you.” Val sat her purse down on the table by the door and followed him into the cozy room. Most of their house was formal, as befitting who he was, but mom made sure there were rooms of comfort and coziness and not hard and cold. Her mom often felt that more people would open up if they were in a comfty place, unlike her dad, who bel
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
Valentina stared out over their pool, her hand playing with her long black hair as she thought over everything. When they had gotten home, Rafael had made it known to his daughter just how she was to be, how she wasn’t to make scenes, something she didn’t normally do and it only led to a fight. The pair of them hadn’t spoken in three days, and that was unlike them. But with her day’s outburst, she couldn’t help the thoughts rolling around in her mind. She was a duty bound daughter, behaved how she should and respected those who respected her; which Vinny didn’t, so therefore, she struggled in giving him the proper respect when they had run ins. She had followed her dad’s rules, and in fact at 22, had never had a boyfriend, even being in her senior year of college. So, why did he feel the need to yell at her? Was Vinny right? Did he hate having
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 watched the three people as he sipped on his own wine, although his eyes kept straining back to her, with her long black hair pulled up into a high ponytail and the nude colored dress tight on her body. Again, he couldn’t quite explain it, but he was grateful that all of that was, and would remain, his. “Vinny?” He let out a soft sigh as his eyes broke away from her and turned to look at his cousin, and his best friend, along with his second. “What is it Salvatore?” “Jennifer came in, caused quite a scene. Your dad took her to the library.” &nbs
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
“What are you doing?” Valentina looked at the man through the mirror and smiled. “Getting my hair done. As you know, I have an upcoming party to get ready for.” “You mean the one that’s coming up on Friday at your parents place?” Giovanni took the empty chair by Valentina and she smiled. “I’m sorry, but my mom doesn’t take well to being underhanded.” Vinny tilted his head to the side as he regarded her in the mirror. “You know, you would think our moms knew that this war was over.” She couldn’t stop the laugh that came out and she couldn’t deny that she liked
“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