THE MAFIA'S CHRONICLES: the Dead wife's revenge.
He smiled and caressed her thigh.
“Guys, manners please.” Victor sat up, refilling his glass. “Aria here is still mourning her late family. At least all your hideous plans can wait; let’s show respect,” he stated. They all smiled. Victor lifted his half-filled glass. “To the late D'Amores!”
They all hummed, gulping down their drinks, except Dante.
“Sir, dinner is ready,” the elderly maid announced.
“Okay... love, let’s go eat.” Dante helped her down and stood up, still holding her hand. They all withdrew to the dining section.