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A tale of two star crossed lovers (Zajawa&BBVD)

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Name: Giordano Paolo Marco Vitale
Nicknames: Jordie, Jord, The Butcher, Mr. Vitale.
Age: 25
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 127 kg
Hobbies: Killing, playing the piano
Loves: Fighting, alcohol, Killing, and playing the piano.
Hates: Basically everybody.


The Mafia, a network of organized-crime groups based in Italy and America, evolved over centuries in Sicily, an island ruled until the mid-19th century by a long line of foreign invaders. Sicilians banded together in groups to protect themselves and carry out their own justice. In Sicily, the term “mafioso,” or Mafia member, initially had no criminal connotations and was used to refer to a person who was suspicious of central authority. By the 19th century, some of these groups emerged as private armies, or “mafie,” who extorted protection money from landowners and eventually became the violent criminal organization known today as the Sicilian Mafia. The American Mafia, which rose to power in the 1920s, is a separate entity from the Mafia in Italy, although they share such traditions as omerta, a code of conduct and loyalty.

Although its precise origins are unknown, the term Mafia came from a Sicilian-Arabic slang expression that means “acting as a protector against the arrogance of the powerful,” according to Selwyn Raab, author of “Five Families: The Rise, Decline, and Resurgence of America’s Most Powerful Mafia Empires. Raab notes that until the 19th century, the word “mafioso” did not refer to someone who was a criminal, but rather a person who was suspicious of central authority. In the 1860s, a play called “I Mafiusi Della Vicaria” (“Heroes of the Penitentiary”), about a group of inmates at a Sicilian prison who maintained their own hierarchy and rituals, toured Italy and helped popularize the term Mafia in the Italian language.

In 1861, Sicily became a province of recently unified Italy. However, chaos and crime reigned across the island as the fledgling Italian government tried to establish itself. In the 1870s, Roman officials even asked Sicilian Mafia clans to help them by going after dangerous, independent criminal bands; in exchange, officials would look the other way as the Mafia continued its protection shakedowns of landowners. The government believed this arrangement would be temporary, lasting just long enough for Rome to gain control; instead, the Mafia clans expanded their criminal activities and further entrenched themselves in Sicilian politics and the economy. The Mafia became adept at political corruption and intimidated people to vote for certain candidates, who were in turn beholden to the Mafia. Even the Catholic Church was involved with Mafia clans during this period, according to Raab, who notes that the church relied on Mafiosi to monitor its massive property holdings in Sicily and keep tenant farmers in line.

In order to further strengthen themselves, Sicilian clans began conducting initiation ceremonies in which new members pledged secret oaths of loyalty. Of chief importance to the clans was omerta, an all-important code of conduct reflecting the ancient Sicilian belief that a person should never go to government authorities to seek justice for a crime and never cooperate with authorities investigating any wrongdoing.

It was the meeting between the Sicilians and Italians which then created what would become the forefather to the modern day father day Mafia however as the years went on the two clans began hating each other more and more as the day passed and the two became separate entities with different leaders. By Eighteen-ninety the time came where all the Sicilian crime families decided that instead of having wars between them they were going to unite under one leader who was going to be referred to as Capo Dei Capi (Which loosely translates to Boss of all Bosses.) And so the word went out that only the strongest, most powerful man could become this leader. Everyone tried wanting to be crowned the first Capo Dei Capi however one man stood above all else when it came to taking the Sicilian family to a new level of violence and respect that man was a forty-year-old man named Pietro Vitale who soon came to be known as "Capo Dei Capi' in Italy or Boss of Bosses in America. Pietro ruled with an iron fist and all under him respected him and those who were against him feared him due to his violence and anger, as well as his intelligence, having been a soldier in his youth. This lasted for years with no one stupid enough to challenge the power of the newly formed Vitale Family that was until the early Nineteen-twenties when Prime Minister Benito Mussolini came to power and launched a brutal crackdown on mobsters, who he viewed as a threat to his Fascist regime. This is when Pietro moved his family to America.

This is where the long legacy of the Vitale family roots had started however now that had been centuries ago yet the Vitale family still survived in Paolo Marcus Vitale leading the Vitale family in the new century.


~~Present Day~~

Years had passed and Giordano was now twenty-five (the same age his father had been when he took over the Sicilian Mafia and turned it into the Vitale Family Crime Organization) in his short life he had already made a name for himself within the Vitaly Family Crime Organization. And he was also following in his fathers legacy of being angry, volatile, no bullshit kind of man who was not afraid to kill you without a second thought. Giordano was known by a multitude of variations of his name such as Jordy or J but was most known by another nickname, one that when spoke sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. Giordano 'Il Macellaio (The Butcher)' Vitale.

From the time that Giordano was eight he was already showing signs of joining the family business, having beaten a boy in the schoolyard for making fun of his fathers accent so badly that the boy nearly died, by the time he was twelve his father was already sending him to run numbers, park cars for the made men and also serving the food and drinks to his fathers guests whenever they'd have their weekly card games. By the age of sixteen, he had dropped out of school and became a full-time enforcer for his father's group doing hits and even beatings whenever the time came. By eighteen he had already been made showing that he was a loyal member of the Vitales and then also became the youngest Capo (Captain) of his own crew. Every eye in the Vitale Crime family was on Giordano who wasn't living in the shadows of his father like most of the other Vitale children. Hell only two really showed any promise in the organization which was Giordano and his twin sister Lotradiam who had received the nickname Bellissima Morte (Beautiful Death) and the two worked together as Co-Capo's both of them were spitting images of each other in the way they went about things, truly they were the children of the Devil himself. Both were good looking and turned heads wherever they went but both were not afraid to stab you where you stood either, neither of them had any fear and it was said that their hearts were black and ice ran through their veins. Known as the Twins of Chaos by all members of the five Italian families of New York even they were afraid of the Sicilian twins and their father. Even with as fearless as the five families, they refused to get on the bad side of the Twins of Chaos or their father the Devil.

Hearing the phone ringing Giordano (Jordie) Vitale answered his phone "Jordie speaking."

Lotradiam's sad voice came over the phone "Jordie dad's been murdered by Marco Delgado" she said softly. "The family elders have spoken you are the new Head of this family. You need to come to your new office all the heads of this fmaily are waiting for you" without even saying goodbye she hung up the phone.


With that said, Jordie jumped up getting into his car and drove to his families home.

--Across town--


Christopher Delgado walked into Marco's office. He was Marco's older brother and the underboss of the Delgado family he was upset with Marco's choice to kill the most powerful Don in the modern age. "Marco what the hell were you thinking. You fucking killed Paolo the Devil Vitale do you not understand the hell you brought upon our family. You're playing with fire that is going to bite us in the ass. Especially since you parade your daughter around how do you know she won't be attacked next" he asked slamming his hand on his brother's table.
 
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Name: Sofia Francesca Delgado
Nicknames: Fia
Age: 18
Height: 162 cm
Hobbies: playing cello, painting
Loves: playing cello, painting, reading, forest walks
Hates: -
Family: mother, father, two brothers and one sister, Fia is the youngest child

***​

Marco Robert Delgado was a tall man, his hair already grey but he himself standing tall, the muscles of his body taken care of. He was a handsome man, the gaze of his grey eyes steady, moves smooth. Looking at his brother barging into his office he sighed, rubbing his temples, shaking his head.
"He cut off your balls long ago with his hell-spawns", he sighed, sipping on the coffee his wife made for him few moments ago. "I don't think she would be next, they have much better targets.. much closer.. Besides someone needed to take care of him, he was growing too much in power and you know that. Besides - do you really think I was acting alone? Do I look suicidal to you, caro fratello?"

~~*~~​
Sofia was busy, the highschool she was attending not the easiest in the world.. She was far away from home, coming only for summer vacations. It was a nice life, she could focus on what she wanted and if she did good with school she was promised by papà that she could study art. That would be a great thing to do. Her brothers and sister were much older and were already set with families and all that.. and what she wanted.. she wanted to be free, to do whatever was heart telling her to. Fia was a free spirit, a person that was able to see some good in everything, a gentle soul that was in search of something else, something more. One of the people that you could find in some magically quiet, beautiful alleyway in Rome, reading a book. Or drawing while sitting on bank of a river or lake. Her father was always joking that God gave him an angel for a last child, rewarding him for not killing the three previous ones.

The pinkette was sitting in the park, sketching while repeating all the material for the tomorrow test. Her pink long hair were pinned up, showing her gentle, slightly tanned skin. Even when tanned Sofia's skin was still quite light in colour, some very soft freckles adoring the tip of her nose, bringing out the heavenly blue eyes. She was wearing rather loosely fitting jeans and a big, thick sweater with a beautiful butterfly on the front.
 
"You did this without consulting me or your consigliere this is unheard of brother. Since the dawn of the mafia, all bosses at least talk to their underboss about a decision as large as whacking a boss of another family" Christopher said honestly as he shaking his fists in the air unthreateningly. "What you have done, this decision you have made is bigger than you even thought. The chaos that will ensue now that a new boss will be sworn in to the Vitale family will be bad" he said shaking his head as he ran his hair through his greasy slicked back black hair a large white streak running from the front of his head to the back of it. Adjusting the cuffs of his fine Italian Leather suit as the rings shined brightly as the lights hit them.

"My brother," Christopher said honestly as he finally sat down calming slightly "For over thirty years I have served as your underboss respectfully because siamo una famiglia, siamo fratelli" he said waving his hand proudly "But taking out the head of the Vitale family is a stupid decision not only because they are the most influential, powerful and richest of the families but because killing the older calmer Don Paolo you have placed the Butcher at the top of the family. He is not calm, he will want revenge and unlike his father, he will hit you where it hurts most. You care for very little that would hurt you... Your daughter, wife and your family being the only targets. Now tell me brother which would hurt you the most?"

--Across town--

Giordano now sat at his father's desk in Paolo's now Jordie's office. Around the table was Lotradiam his twin sister, Capo De Santa, Capo Mikey the Red, Capo Tony Black and his father's most trusted Capo Bobby 'Two shot' Sinatra. "Since I was the underboss to my father and now I'm the head of this family I want my sister Lotradiam 'Bellissima Morte' Vitale as my underboss. The position of Consliegere will be given to my fathers friend Bobby Sinatra" he said honestly as he looked around the table "Does anyone have a problem with this decision" this family would still run with the same respect that his father had run it with. Though a lot would change as well.

Once getting the answer he wanted Giordano spoke once more only this time his voice was filled with the poison of anger. "This family will no longer sit back and allow disrespect to our families name" he said honestly "My father was a great man, a powerful man but in his old age my father began to allow the other families to believe they could disrespect us without consequence" Giordano was upset by this fact because his family truly were the most powerful Mob family with connections all over the world. "So we must find a way to get back at Marco Delgado I don't want him dead...Not yet anyway I want him to feel true pain and suffering before he dies. But how are we going to make a man who cares for little feel pain?"

"How about kidnapping one of his children. I believe if memory serves me correctly that he has four children the youngest is studying in Rome" Lotradiam said smiling "That would be the best place to get her since Rome is ours because of Don Pavarotti."

"Good, then I shall leave tonight for Rome. In my absence, Lotradiam will be the acting boss while Bobby Sinatra will be acting underboss. I want two of Delgado's men dead before I land in Rome. I want them gutted and hung right in Delgado's territory. This family meeting is adjourned" he said making his way out of the house. Getting into his car he went to the airport and bought a ticket to Rome. Soon he was boarding the plane.

~~Ten Hours later~~

Don Giordano Vitale exited the plane to see Don Pavarotti waiting for him walking up he hugged the elderly man. "It is a pleasure to see you my cousin."

"We got the call from Lotradiam earlier and have found Miss Delgado just as you asked. Two of my best men have been following her all day long. Currently she is at a diner eating" he took Giordano by the shoulders and walked to his car where the two men got in. The drive to the diner wasn't long and soon they were pulling up in front of the building "That woman right there is Miss Delgado" he then went on to describe the young woman to Giordano.

Giordano was throughly surprised to hear all of the great things he heard about this woman. But the thing he heard most was her beauty and kindness this intrigued Jordie and so he made it his mission to learn more about her and then kidnap her afterward. Gaining her friendship would make it easier to kidnap her. "Thank you Michael" he said getting out of the car seeing all the tables full he walked up to Sofia's table "Excuse me miss" he said kindly "I hate to bother you but all the other tables are full. I was curious as to whether or not I might sit here with you" it wasn't an uncommon thing for strangers to sit at the same dinner table in Rome.
 
The angelic blue eyes raised and focused on the stranger, a small, friendly smile following. Sofia looked even more incredible when smiling, her eyes glistening and the smile on those pink lips seeming to be a warmest thing in the world. Pushing some of her hair behind her ear she nodded few times, gulping what she was chewing on, covering her lips while she was at that.
"Of course, sit down. There is a lot of place, we can sit together. If you like fritti or carbonara then definitely order it here, they make it incredibly good.. it like a part of paradiso melting in your mouth", she advised to the stranger before taking another bite of her fritti, looking through few loose pages looking on the table only to gasp and start running behind them when a stronger blow of wind pushed it out of the table. "No, no, no, no.. come back.. I need you."
Gasping and running behind them she looked so adorable.. and so girly, one of them stopping too high for her to reach. Jumping she tried to reach it but she was just way too small for that.
 
Giordano's golden brown eyes stared at the beautiful blue eyes that belonged to Sofia Delgado the daughter of his biggest enemy. Seeing the smile she had Giordano felt his heart melting because of the beauty and kindness that graced her lips..

"Thank you for the honor. I just arrived in Rome not long ago and it has been too long since I've been in this beautiful city and even longer since I've been graced with the pleasure of sitting with a beautiful woman such as yourself" Jordie said with a smile as he looked into her eyes. "Fritti and Carbonara I will have to try each if they are as amazing as you say they are" with that he pulled out the metal chair and sat down in front of her. This was going to be harder than he had ever hoped sure he was a monster but he had never hurt an innocent and that's exactly what this woman was she truly was the complete opposite of her father.

Opening his mouth to speak again he was interrupted by her pages flying away as a gust of wind took them, watching her as she scurried along trying to retrieve the pages, most of which she did with ease, however, there was one that landed in a tree above her reach he watched her jumping to try to and reach it with no luck. Slowly, he stood and walked over to where she was placing his large hand on her shoulder he smiled one of his heartwarming smiles before saying "Don't worry
bella signora I will get this for you" and with that said Jordie reached up grabbing the tip of the paper and pulled it down carefully making sure not to rip it as he handed it to her. 'You should be more careful with your things. Rome is beautiful but she's a deadly city with all the high winds and flooding rivers. May I escort you back to our table" he asked holding his arm out to her like a gentleman.
 
The blued eyes blinked few times when she was flashed that heart warming smile and her cheeks covered with a soft blush, soon holding the paper that the male in his kindness caught for her. Smiling a somewhat shyly she wrapped her arm around his. Sofia wasn't a tall or big girl, her hands feeling delicate against Giordano's arm as they went back to the table. Sitting down she put the papers into her bag and looked back up at the male, outstretching her hand to him.
"I'm Sofia, it is very nice to meet you.. and to thank you for rescuing my notes can I maybe buy you a coffee?", she proposed, it being rather natural for her to befriend people quickly and one could feel that, that relaxing atmosphere around the young woman. "I try to use every moment of a day to learn since it's not easy to gain best marks there.. and papà promised I could go studying art if my marks are perfect. I know, I sound a bit like a principessa."

Taking a sip of her water she blinked few times and reached inside, helping out a small fly and leaving it to dry on the sun, making sure to be very gentle. Taking another sip she looked back at the male.
"Oh, you said you already visited Roma? I love Giardino degli Aranci, it is perfect to sit down and read, don't you think?"
, she asked, smiling softly and pushing some of the strands of her pink hair away.
 
"It is a pleasure to meet you Sofia. My name is Giordano and a coffee does sound amazing to me. It has been way too long since I've had a Coffee from this beautiful city. If memory serves me correctly the coffee from this country is some of the most delicious in the world" Giordano said with a laugh as he began listening to her. Talking about her papa as if he were a good man as if he weren't a heartless monster just like Jordie, Lotradiam or their father Paolo. It took everything he had not to scowl at the mere mention of Marco Delgado. "Well a beautiful woman like yourself fits into this beautiful city perfectly."

As a waiter came up he smiled "Ah, yes I will have a Fritti and a Carbonara" he said watching the waiter walk away. "My family traces its lineage here to Sicily and Roma is such a beautiful city with amazing history and places to visit. Though unfortunately, I have yet to see them all" hearing her talking about Giardino Degli Aranci he smiled "Ah, the Orange Gardens has to be one of the most beautiful places in this city. The peacefulness of the Gardens does make a perfect place to sit down and read. It also makes a perfect place to have a picnic under the trees."

~~In the United States~~

Christopher Delgado had just received to bits of terrible news and currently was running to find his brother. Finding him in his office Christopher breathed heavily "Brother the worst has happened" he said honestly. "Two of our men were found hung from their necks in front of T's bar (Which was one of the places owned by Marco) their stomachs were cut open and their guts left hanging from their bodies... But this isn't even the worst news" Christopher said with fear in his eyes "Don Giordano Vitale has left the country... I received word from our guy in Italy. He's landed in Rome Marco... I think he's going after your daughter, my niece."
 
"You are good with compliments, aren't you? I'll bet you stole some hearts already, with your eyes and words", she joked back at him only to nod her head. "Yes, they are. I like to sit there and read or to draw. It is quite funny when people stop and starts asking questions about what I'm drawing and if I go to any art university.. Things like that. And it is incredible, the way Roma is.. I mean, when you read into history and all you know that it is so rich because of how the church was at old times.. but at the same time it is hard not to get stunned by the beauty of it all.. I think what I like the most all those small churches that are away from the main tourist routes."

Deciding it was a high time to let Giordano speak she ordered a coffee for the two of them as well, really wanting to thank the man. After all he didn't need to do that for her.

~~*~~

Frowning when he saw his brother Marco knew that something wrong must had happened and then the corner of his lips twitched. To attack innocent person that didn't have anything to do with it.. that was a move even he himself wouldn't do. But what he was expecting of those poisonous little beasts? Slamming his hand on the desk a fire in his eyes lit with a brightness that his enemies learnt to fear.
"If he touches her... the blood will go down in rivers", he said, obviously meaning every word.
 
Giordano laughed as he heard Sophia and this time it was a true laugh. "I have stolen many hearts over my twenty-five years of life. Mostly as a teenager. As an adult, I find the whole different girl every week thing ridiculous. It's time for me to grow up, find one woman and love her like my father loved my mom. They were together for thirty years and never once did I see anything but love between them" he said telling her a true story. Even though he'd been sent her to kidnap her, to use her as a tool to break Marco Delgado he was finding himself actually liking this girl. "Well I mean drawing in a public park is not something you see every day so I can see why people would be confused," Jordie said with a smile.

As she ordered him a coffee he smiled and told the waiter that he'd like it black but with two sugars and thanked the man. "You know I wish to thank you Miss Sofia. You have been nothing but kind to me from the moment I asked to sit down. It isn't often that I receive such pleasantries from anyone especially not from anyone with your beauty and kindness. It's nice to feel the kindness for once."

Slowly, though he cleared his throat "So how about tonight I cook us a true Italian lunch and I meet you under the biggest tree in the park near the large pond. I will bring food and beverages and you bring yourself. I wish to thank you for your kindness if you agree of course."

~~US~~

"I told you this would happen," Christopher said honestly as he looked at his brother. "This new generation of Gangster they are not like you and I," he said honestly "They will go to places that we have never thought of going" this is when Christopher walked into the bedroom "We need to take care of this. How many friends do we still have in Roma" he asked since the Vitale family had taken Roma from their control a lot of the people they knew had been killed. "There must be a couple of good guys still left to find and protect Sofia" he said worried about his niece now that the Butcher had found her and made his way to the country she was at.
 
It made her smile, the way the man laughed. She didn't understand the difference but this time she could see those eyes sparkle and they looked truly beautiful. If that wouldn't be a very weird request to ask the man she barely got to know she would ask him if it would be alright to draw him. Still Sofia didn't want to seem weird so instead she focused on what was being said at the moment.
"Is it that strange? With all the beaty all around us wouldn't it be strange to close ourselves off to it and sit at home while drawing it?", she asked, chuckling, asking for a latte but without sugar.

When the man thanked her she shook her head gracefully, her pink hair matching her well, it being a perfect choice for her.
"I am just a friendly girl and if people that surrounds you aren't as friendly then maybe it is a time to move forward and find some that would treat you differently, Mister Giordano. But I'm happy I was able to make you feel nice", she answered almost right away and one could tell it wasn't just some pleasantries but her being truly happy.

The proposition kind of shocked her but she, while blushing softly, nodded her head.
"But instead of making it a thank you let's simply drink and eat to the beauty of Roma and new meetings", proposed Sofia with her natural charm.

~~*~~

Marco nodded his head. Yes, they needed to do whatever they would be able.. his Angel couldn't get caught in the middle of something that was as far from her as Mars was from Earth. To think the youngsters now wouldn't have any moral code.. it was not only frightening but mostly simply sad. Taking his phone out he was ready to try and safe his younger daughter, the only one that had nothing to do with his world.
 
"I don't think it's strange at all that someone would want to go out into the heart of Rome and paint its beauty. I mean all of the art, the buildings the good vibes they really would be an artists paradise" Jordie said honestly smiling as the coffees were brought to the table. Lifting his up he smiled as he took a drink "Just as amazing as I remember" he said honestly. "However, this coffee has now become only the second best thing of my day."

"You are very friendly that much I can attest to. Like I said before I don't get to see the beauty of the world or very much and kindness. The world I come from is ugly and volatile so sitting with you even just temporarily has already been an amazing change of pace" Giordano said honestly as he looked into her eyes he wasn't sure to why he found such pleasure in just sitting with this woman especially since she was supposed to be his mortal enemy because of who her father was. "You do know...That what you're talking about has changed from two people meeting as friends to a date right" he said in a teasing manner. "Though I could always buy some great Italian wine and we could drink and have dinner in the beautiful park together."

~~US~~

Christopher rubbed his forehead as he began thinking of anyone who would still be in Rome after the Vitale's had taken the country over. "Wait...Isn't uh" Christopher began snapping his fingers "Elias Martello the hitman doesn't he still operate out of Rome? And doesn't owe us for saving his life a couple of years back."
 
"You really are good at flirting, Mister Giordano", she said, shaking her head and looking around them, nodding her head. "There are many beautiful places on Earth but Rome is definitely one of them, there is something.. in the air? I can't really explain that but I am really happy I can attend high school here."
Taking a sip of her coffee she licked the coffee foam off of her upper lip, still looking around only for her eyes to focus back on the male and her cheeks covering with a little more colour.

"I know that much.. and the choice of the food and drinks is your job, as you stated before, Mister Giordano. Since it is a date I'm going to bring myself and a lot of smiles.. you need to choose and bring all the rest", she hummed, smiling at him as she propped her chin on her delicate hand and looked at him for few moments. "I never met someone like that.. and to think that I was thinking it was possible just in novels.."
Shaking her head she took another sip of her coffee and bit into appetiser they were brought.

~~*~~

"He is and he does, I was just calling him but he doesn't pick up.. Do we have anyone out there to deliver a message to him?", he asked, frowning and thinking about it himself.
 
"It's easy to flirt when I am graced with a woman as beautiful as yourself," Giordano said with a smile "I mean Italy is the land of love and beauty and the strongest points of these feelings are located here in Rome itself" he said honestly as he looked at Sofia with a smile. "Ah, high school how old are you Miss Sofia because you seem quite intelligent and very mature for a woman who is in high school.

"Alright I will bring the food and wine and meet you around four does that sound good," Giordano asked as he continued drinking his coffee with a smile.

~~*~~

"Wait, Jimmy, the tooth's brother lives in Rome he's unaffiliated with the mafia but we did keep his daughter protected here in America. I'll call Jimmy's brother and have Elias get a hold of you so where we can have Giordano taken out" he said as he moved around his brother's desk calling Angelo Markoni hearing the phone ringing for a few times he heard the familiar voice "Angelo it's Christopher Delgado hey listen I need you to get a hold of Elias Martello and have him call either Marco or myself it's very important... Top priority... Yeah...Yeah... Thanks Ang."
 
"Yes, high school.. and thank you for the complement. Still you don't need to worry, I'm eighteen, want to see my ID?", she chuckled and then sighed, finishing her coffee. "Yes, four sounds good, I still need to head to a library.. and do a high school stuff so.. And tell me where exactly we meet.. Here. Thank you for a pleasant conversation and time, Mister Giordano."
She of course wrote down her phone number and gave it to him before walking away. Sofia had a beautiful handwriting, that one thing was sure when looking at the neatly written letters and numbers. There was also a small smiling face on the bottom of the piece of paper.

When the time came she was almost ready, barely able to get home in time to put some nicer clothes on. The make-up she was wearing was a soft, natural one, her eyes slightly underlined with her using an eyeliner. It wasn't so easy to decide what to dress though, after all it couldn't be too daring but also not to plain, it needed to keep her warm after the sun goes down but at the same time be sexy but comfortable. With so many positions on the list it was a miracle she wasn't late. Looking into the mirror for the last time she walked out of her small apartment and headed to the park, looking through the messages to see if the male wrote where should she meet him.
 
"I just find it hard that a woman as mature and intelligent is only a high school student" Giordano said with a smile "No, no I don't need to see you identification" Giordano had already done all of the information that he needed about this girl since he had originally come to kidnap her to hurt her father. Though now that far was becoming farther and farther from his mind. "Alright you go and do your school things. I will go to my hotel and cook us up a true Italian dinner and buy some fine wine and I'll call you where to meet" he said with a smile watching as she walked away.

-Twenty minutes till four-

Giordano had gone and changed into a black sweater that hung loosely from his muscular body and a pair of black sweats. Underneath the sweater was a tight fitting sleeveless t-shirt that hugged his form much, much better. Just in case they went inside somewhere. On the ground was a thick blanket for them to sit on with a basket in the middle. Inside the basket were all of the finest foods he could think of and a nearly thousand dollar bottle of wine.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he realized now that it was about ten minutes till four and so he dialed Sofia's number waiting until she answered until he spoke. "Sofia it's Giordano. I wanted to let you that I am waiting under the large oak tree about fifteen feet from the waterfront. There's also a rare rose bush right next to me" Giordano said with a smile "I hope to see you soon" he said honestly as he sat down on a bench waiting for Sofia to show up so that they could have their date.

Elias Martello had gotten the message from Marco and Christopher Delgado having not heard from these men in a while he picked up his phone and dialed Christopher Martello's cellphone waiting for him to answer.

~~US~~

Christopher heard his phone ringing and answered it. Hearing that it was Elias he walked to where his brother was "Hey I hate to bother you Marco but Elias is on the phone for you."
 
She was really happy when Giordano called her and told her where she should be. It wasn't far away so she made sure to take a little detour to see all those lovely spaces she so liked to see now and then, whenever possible. Soon she was on the place, seeing the man and waving her hand very gently at him when their eyes met, hoping she wore the right clothes, aiming for looking nice but not too nice, so the male would think.. something naughty. Sofia hoped for a normal date, without a need to push someone's hands away from her rear or other places, a date where she could actually talk about something nice. Maybe art.. maybe literature.. could be even games since she did play from time to time.

"It is very nice to see you again, Mister Giordano.. it seems you really prepared.. just like you said. Good, I like men that keeps to their word"
, she joked, trying to relax but her cheeks filling with a bit of colour as she once again how handsome was the male.. and just how beautiful was the scenery he prepared for the two of them.

~~*~~

"Elias. Good, give me the phone"
, muttered Marco, obviously nervous when thinking about his little angel in the grave danger. "Salve, Elias. It is always good to hear you.. As you probably know there is a little thing I need your help with, old friend."
That said he said that Giordano took a first flight to Rome and everything else, wanting the man to know the situation fully, it was only fair he did.
"I understand.. You do know that this.. would end in a blood shed, si?", asked Elias.
"Yes.. but I won't hurt them Fia, she has and never had anything to do with anything around here.."
"I understand. Will call after I confirm the situation."
 
After he got off the phone with Sofia Giordano waited since the woman had said that she wasn't too far away. Sure enough a few moments later Sofia walked up which caused Giordano being the gentleman that he was to stand up and wait patiently. "Yes, yes very busy my mother always says it's better to have more food than you need than not enough so I made all of her best dishes." Slowly he walked over to her and spoke once again "Wow you look absolutely beautiful... You remind me of the bell'angelo's from the old stories my papa used to tell me" but as he said this tears stained the corner of his eye since his father's death was still fresh in his heart. Leaning over he kissed her cheek before taking her hand. "I always keep my word no matter what I say that is something you can expect from me."

With her hand in his he led her over to the blanket and helped her down before sitting down. Reaching into the basket he pulled out handmade breadsticks and even some homemade cheese sauce that he had made at home before pulling out two wine glasses filling them both to the brim. "Ah I knew I forgot something" with that said he carefully reached into the basket and pulled out a rose and handed to her before pulling out a candle and candle holder lighting the candle "How can we have a date in Rome and not have a candle?"

~~*~~

Christopher handed the phone over to his brother before he went to sit in the chair in front of his brother's desk as his hands went to his lap as he waited for his brother and Elias to finish talking. Once it was done he spoke "Giordano is one of the most dangerous killers in the Vitale family the other being his sister Lotradiam. They're called the I gemelli del caos e della morte" Christopher had just found this out from some of the hitmen who knew the twins personally.
 
"And she is very right about it, she must be a wise woman and a perfect queen of her house", she answered, smiling softly only to frown when she saw the tears.
Sofia could only try and guess that Giordano's father needed to die lately and then man was still grieving. What one could answer to such a compliment but ended with such sadness? The pinkette deciding to leave it as it was, deciding as a practically stranger to him she couldn't do anything more than try and lighten his mood, at least for now. Maybe in the future there would come a day she could talk with him about it and ease his pain a little. The kiss she was given on the cheek still seemed to be there, warming her perfect skin up.

Sitting down she looked around, taking in how beautiful it was around, the two of them being the only ones daring to have a picnic while the weather was still so cold. But that was the exact reason Sofia liked it, never trying to do it in that time of a year. Taking the rose she smelled it and smiled happily.
"Oh, I love it. I really like yellow roses.. and even a candle. You did well, Mister Giordano.. although I'm afraid the little breeze won't let us enjoy that candle much", she said, covering the candle with her hands so he could lit it, the fresh smell of her perfumes filling his nose when she was so close, soon clapping her hands together as the candle kept on burning. "Bravo, perfettamente. I'm so happy it worked."

Then the heavenly blue eyes rested on the sauce, the pink head tilting to the side as she pointed it and looked curiously at Giordano, once again looking extremely charming while doing something simple as pointing at something.
"And what is this?", she asked, some of the long strands tickling her lips.

~~*~~

"Yes, I do know that.. and I can only pray that he didn't do anything to her", he sighed, rubbing his temples and shaking his head. "I.. didn't think they would go to her.. I guess I've got old at some moment on the way.. I didn't think the youngsters would bring someone innocent into our war. We didn't do that for many, many years.. leaving the innocent alone.. I am aware that times are changing but..."
Sighing Marco Delgado leaned back on his chair, looking at his brother and then outside the window.
 
"My mother is a true queen of many things one of them being a strong woman able who is not afraid to stand up to even the man of the home. She's so small so sweet and innocent looking but she gave birth to twelve children including me and she scares all of us" he teased with a sad smile. Giordano wasn't sure whether or not Sofia could see the sadness in his eyes but he was glad when she didn't say anything about it. Their time was going too perfectly thus far and he'd hate for her to ask because he'd have to create a lie. How could he tell this angelic young woman that her father had killed his father.

After they sat down and he began grabbing everything out he laughed as he heard her talking about the candle "Luckily I thought about that as well" as she covered the candle so he could light it. Once he lit it he grabbed a glass casing to place over the candles so where the wind couldn't get to it. "Ta-da just like magic" Giordano said in a teasing manner before hearing that she loved yellow roses which is exactly what he had brought her "Ah, well then it seems that my final decision of a yellow rose was the perfect one." As she got closer he could smell her perfume and he had to admit it made him want to smell it more. She smelled delicious enough to eat.

As he watched her pointing to the sauce he smiled "It is my mother's recipe she calls it La salsa dell'angelo it is a cheese sauce made with the finest ingredients and it is used to dip your breadstick in try it. I want to see the look on your face when you taste it for the first time" Giordano said smiling as he handed her a homemade breadstick.

~~*~~

"Unfortunately my brother both of us are out of touch with the modern gangster. This new generation is completely different than you, Paolo or even I were. They are less respectful and a lot sloppier in their work because unlike us they didn't have to work to create what we have they were born into privilege" slowly he scratched his chin "What I'm about to say might help us though. You are the Don, the boss and I am your underboss. However, you have no consigliere because of our cousin's death. Why don't you bring in one of your other children in to help us? If anybody would know how this new generation of gangster works it would be a modern-day gangster" Christopher had basically taken on being his brother's advisor which is what a Conigliere's job was.
 
What Giordano said made her chuckle, not having a problem with imagining him as a magician. That would be definitely interesting to see. Nodding her head she took the breadstick and using a small spoon she put a bit of the sauce on it. Only after placing it down she took a bit and smiled, humming happily. It really surprised her, the clear yet reach taste of the sauce.
"It really is incredible.. Your mother's recipe is amazing, can I take a bit more?", she asked with a soft smile and when allowed to she took a bit more, using the small spoon once again so the bread crumbs wouldn't get inside.

"So you have twelve siblings? That must be incredible.. I have only three and much older.. When I was smaller I was wondering how it would be to have siblings my age, how would we play and all that.. My papà helped, introducing me to playing on cello.. It filled up those lonely days.. and sometimes family would meet to just listen to me playing.. I was the happiest then", she answered only to blush a little and look down when realising just how much she was telling to someone she barely got to know.

~~*~~

"And to think we were able to bring us to the state of things from the past, the good times.. and now we are slowly going back to the square one.. It makes me feel old.. and frustrated", he sighed, shaking his head and then rubbing his temples. "Maybe.. No, you are of course right, my brother.. just I feel reluctant to have it all go to the way it was were.. Though can I really stop it?"
 
Giordano watched with a smile as Sofia used a spoon to drizzle the cheese sauce onto her breadstick before taking a bite of it. "Thank you, I'll let her know once I see her again. I'm sure she'll be super excited to have someone outside of the family to have ever tried it" this was true his mother was quite strict about who she allowed to taste it because of it being 'her recipe.'

"Absolutely my dear take as much as you'd like my dear I was tasting as I was cooking to make sure it was perfect for our date only the greatest food for an angel" Giordano was laying the romanticism on thick because he was enjoying this girl but unlike the other men who she was used to dealing with he was not looking for just meaningless sex Giordano was looking for nothing, to be honest. Nothing but revenge and even that failed because he was falling in love with Sofia slowly. "Being the baby of twelve kids can be fun at times but being beaten up by all my older brothers growing up I would've told you at least then that it sucked. However, now that I've grown up it's not bad having that many siblings."

"Anyway enough about me and my family tell me more about your family and what your life growing up was like," Giordano said changing the subject so where he could also learn about her and while he could truly care less about the rest of Marco Delgado's children.

~~*~~

"Brother, unfortunately, there's not anything either of us can do about anything. It is just the passing of the time passing up by and changing. We either change with it or we're done" Christopher said wisely and honestly I wish we could go back to the good ol' days but unfortunately that is impossible."
 
"Please do.. and I hope she wouldn't mind you made for me her special recipe, I know how possessive mothers can be about them", she joked, taking another bite and then blushed really hard. "I'm not an angel. Definitely not.. I mean.. uh.. Y-you know what I mean. I... it's embarrassing so don't.. okay? Please.."
That said she was quiet for a little bit, focusing on eating, her cheeks burning with fire as she tried to calm down. An angel.. She was not. Such compliments weren't fine because.. because.. they just weren't! But put it simply - Sofia was young and thinking about angel it flustered her and overwhelmed for few moments.

"My life growing up..? Not sure why would you listen to that.. Hmmm.. it was.. lonely sometimes.. There was a lot of adult people around me.. and rarely anyone wanted to play. My dad always wanted but he rarely could.. too busy with his company.. My siblings are much older than me so they weren't up for taking care of a small girl.. I've found a lot of things to do, father found cello for me, saying my grandfather loved to play it.. thanks to it I started drawing, a lot.. the more I got interested in drawing the more people I've found to talk to.. Over the internet, the forums that specialise in it.. all of a sudden my world filled up with people.. that loved what I did. Cello lessons brought me some joy as well.. just like I told you earlier.. and I've won some competitions so.. papà was very glad and made some time to spent it with me.."
, she said it all and only then realised just how much she told the man already, blushing really hard once again, pouting and pointing her finger at Giordano. "Now it's your turn, Mister Giordano.."

~~*~~

"So I guess we need to call Benedetto.. he would be the right person since my other two children are way too hotheaded. And please, don't give me that look..", he grumbled, shaking his head and sighing again, not liking the situation one bit, thinking about his daughter.
 
"My mother would be fine with me sharing such delicious recipes with a beautiful woman it would warm her heart knowing that her dip could bring two people together as we are now," Giordano said with a slight chuckle as he heard her asking him not to call her an angel. Seeing the way she got embarrassed as well as the red tint to her face as she blushed Giordano smiled widely "So calling you an angel embarrasses you. Alright, well what if I told you that the blush on your face truly makes you look even more beautiful than before even though I thought that to be an impossibility when I met you. Because you were already the most beautiful woman I'd ever had the pleasure or honor of laying my eyes on."

Listening to her story he couldn't believe how elegantly she had made her father's business sound. His 'company' was nothing more than the family he led doing jobs lie assassination, blackmailing, bookmaking, illegal gambling, confidence tricks, counterfeiting, fencing, kidnapping, prostitution, smuggling, arms trafficking, oil smuggling, antiquities smuggling, identity document forgery, money laundering, insurance fraud, point shaving, price fixing, military equipment smuggling, passport fraud, providing illegal immigration and cheap labor, trading in endangered species and much, much more including owning several legitimate business to 'launder' the money from his other 'businesses.' As he thought this though he realized he'd been quiet for a long period of time. "My life was pretty good. I grew up with eleven siblings. My eldest brother is thirty years older than I am. The others from there are a few years older than myself. I'm closest to my twin sister her name is Lotradiam so at least I had a child my age to play with" he said softly. "My mother has always been a homebody and my father is.. I mean was a very important business before his death and now I'm in charge of his business. I play a little cello but I really fell in love with the Piano as I was growing up and singing of course" he said honestly.

~~*~~


"Bernadetto has been asking for more responsibilities I think he'll enjoy the fact you chose him but brother," Christopher said honestly "Do not give up on your other children. Remember father almost chose me to lead this family because he said that you were too hotheaded now look you sit at the head of this family and have taken what father made and brought it great fortunes."
 
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