Unknown Territory

The car drove smoothly over the paved road as two men sat in the front with Arcangelo and his son in the back. The Mafia boss opted to wear a dark blue suit with a black undershirt as he typed on his phone, acting so at ease and relaxed as if though he weren't meeting with his enemies and fellow allies for an annual Mafia meeting.It was a tradition, that once the Mafia Boss's son turns 13, he attends his first annual meeting. It didn't matter if he attended the ones after that, but he had to attend the one following his 13th birthday to be introduced to the world of crime and corruption.Ironic, how men with morals and priorities did things that were immoral.As far as Salvatore knew, his late Uncle Onofrio and his father had attended their first meeting together. The current Boss had been ten at that time and scared witless because these were men with guns. It was scary, knowing that if yo

The sun began to recede behind the mountains by the time Salvatore returned back to his estate."What do I have left?" He closed the car door behind him, looking down at his watch once more."The files and an inspection of the nightclubs, sir," Tazio got in sync with his steps."Move the inspection to another day, and bring the files to my personal study,""Not the office, sir?""No," Salvatore shook his head and he made his way towards the marble staircase, stopping short as a thought occurred to him. "Also, call my Consigliere. Tell him I want to meet as soon as possible.""Of course,"With the instructions given, The Mafia Boss made his way up one flight of stairs before going up another. On the second floor, he walked down the immaculate hallway, the white marble glinting in the bright lig

Throughout the weekend, Nicole had been avoiding her mother, afraid of what she would have to say regarding her fiancé. She never left her room, even went so far as to locking herself in with food being brought to her, and sleep had become a vice. She couldn't manage to get a wink of sleep, anxiety, and a racing heart having her stay up, and when she finally managed to close her eyes she was awoken by knocking, her white Husky standing up on her bed and barking at the door."Percy, shut up!" She slurred at the dog, placing a hand on its snout as she snuggled into her comforter. "The door is open!" Nicole resumed calling over her shoulder.She waited for her best friend's exasperation as she couldn't bring herself to care much for his irritation, groaning into her pillow and she cocooned herself into her blanket."It appears you didn't receive my message,"Nico

Salvatore's eyes fluttered open on their own, inhaling sharply he turned onto his back before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand before the movement beside him drew his attention to his right. He stared at the back of the head for a second, before remembering it was his wife and that he had gotten married just yesterday. Looking at the wedding ring on his left hand, he played around with it for a second before glancing at the time displayed on his phone. 7:15 a.m. Pushing the blanket off him, he swung his legs over the edge and ran a hand through his hair. Picking up the phone on the side table, he pressed the dial and waited.  "Bonjour," The man greeted. "Good morning. This is room service, how can I help you?" He asked in a thick French accent."Bonjour," Salvatore rubbed a hand ov

Marriage was not what Salvatore imagined it to be, rather it was meticulous, dutiful, obedient, and unsettling. Very, very, very unsettling. The Mafia Boss had a certain routine, and every morning, he would be up at 5:30 and work out for an hour and a half. When he would get back into his room, his wife wouldn't be asleep anymore, so he always took the hour to do some yoga, and then shower. Getting dressed, he would go down to the sunroom for breakfast and find his wife dutifully standing there, or setting the table, all made up and ready for the day in a beautiful dress with her hair made and an apron around her waist. "Good morning," She would greet him with a smile and a nod of her head, waiting for him to settle down before offering him the breakfast she had made and pouring in his coffee just the way he liked it. And then she never spoke.