Mafia Love Affair: From One Night To Forever
Tricks

Angelo Martini was seated across the chair in the Alessandro's office.

'I heard that you have taken three days break from work?' he inhaled a long puff from his cigar, while his eyes were keenly examining his son.

Alessandro pulled back his chair to rest his leg over other, making himself comfortable, he knows his father was studying his every action, and every single word he will speak will be judged.

'Yes, I was tired and needed a break.' Angelo Martini's eyes squinted at his response.

'Amazing! I wonder why you were so tired when you did not even complete your targets of visit to Italy' exhaling the smoke out of his mouth, he taunted him. Alessandro was aware that his father will not be happy for him getting all the meetings cancelled and travelling back to Florida, he was prepared for this meeting and strict session of accountability.

'You were the one who informed me about the danger that was lying over my family, how can I stay there at the distance of thousands of kilometers, when my enemies are just waiting for any chance they can grab' Angelo snorted at him. 'Do you have any idea how much loss we have made? Just because you rushed back here' Angelo was very angry at his son, he was not expecting him to act so abruptly without thinking rationally.

'You always taught us that family comes first, and now you are here to blame me for the money we have lost.' Alessandro reciprocated.

'They were not all alone Sandro, we are here and they are my family too. I may have turned old but still have the strength to cut down the hands of my enemy who dares to extend his dirty hands on my family' ruffling his hair he looked at his father, who was very angry at him.

'My presence was still required, she is my woman and those are my kids we are talking about. I am responsible for their safety and wellbeing' Angelo exhaled an exasperated sigh.

'Figlio testardo che ho' (Stubborn son I have), he muttered, loud enough to reach to the hearing of his son.

'Mom always said that I have taken your habits' he shrugged his shoulder, putting all the blame on his father. Angelo eyed his son.

'How will you compensate the loss you have caused?' letting go off that conversation, Angelo demanded to know about the plan his son has to overcome the loss that has incurred due to his rash decision.

'I have discussed the matter with our clients and we will reschedule the meeting via video link and about the penalties, I have signed a contract with new party and expected is the revenue generated from that deal will compensate the losses twice' He updated his father of his actions related to the business.

Angelo was satisfied of his progress.

'I am glad that you took the responsibility' Alessandro nodded his head in affirmation.

'You know that dada, I always take responsibility of my tasks' after a long conversation between them, now a small smile made its way on his face, softening his wrinkled skin.

'Now, come to the important topic.' Sandro knitted his brow, he thought what they were discussing was the important matter, but looks like there is something else. 'Wasn't this the important topic?' he couldn't refrain himself from asking.

'That was not at all important topic. I knew you will replace out the way, anyways, I was interested to know and somehow it was meant to keep check on you' shrugging his shoulders, the old man lit another cigar, dabbed between his lips, accompanying his father, Alessandro pour the wine for himself not forgetting to ask from his father as well.

'Alas! Cigar and wine is the best combo. Fill my glass to full' ordering him, the old man keep on puffing, starring at the walls of his office that were painted with dull brown color, he himself wanted to have a design that can give the room an ambiance of old office. The racks were stacked with bundle of books which were based on finance and leadership, some were about weapons. His interest has always matched with his family business. Angelo never has to work hard on his son to train him to become the powerful mafia leader or successful business man.

He never admitted it to his son that as a father he was and is always proud of him.

'Dada' seeing his father in daze, he tapped on the desk distracting him from his thoughts.

'I am still unable to figure out why you chose the old theme design for this room? Technology has advanced, you should have get it designed accordingly.' Releasing a smoke from his mouth, Angelo hold in the glass to take a small sip. Alessandro gave a quick view to his room, after mentioning of his father and suddenly the corner of his lips stretched in sadness.

'Whatever I am today is because of you and mom, dada. And this room recalls me that how much struggle you people have faced just to give me this luxurious life. This old theme reminds me of you, that my dada is also getting old and I have to make sure that he is living peacefully after working for so many years' swirling the wine in the glass while talking to him, he gave his father a sad look.

'You are still unable to forget your mom?' Alessandro inhaled a sharp breath and gulp down the remaining wine, the bitter taste of wine burns his throat but the scar within his heart was deeper and bleeding.

'I never tried to forget about her at first place' a toxic smile made its way on his lips, and his eyes turned red.

'What are you planning to do now? Giovanni and his brothers are still after you and that Samuel, he has grown up now, grown up enough to warn me' Alessandro was listening to his father, although they had discussed the conversation between Russo brothers and his father before as well, but looks like his dada was still fuming over that meet up.

'Samuel is after something whom he should not be, as she is mine. Further, about me uncles Gio and Salvatore, I am trying to play their trick on them but just in a different manner' he poured another glass for him and refilled his fathers too. 'What trick?' Angelo was curious.

'Famiglia' (Family), Alessandro offered his glass for clinking and understanding what his son has planned to do, he happily joined in clinking, it was an announcement that they were ready for war.