"ENOUGH!" I have allowed you for so long; you now assume you…... have a say???" Father mocks, he went to his chair, plopped in it comfortably.
" I have a solution for you, I'll arrange a mafia bride, that way you'll get married, do whatever you want with your life, but still be in the mafia business." He smugly raises his wine glass in the air, before taking everything in one gulp.
And it's about to go down...…
"I'd rather die, than allow you to control who I marry, my choice not yours!!!" Vincenzo yelled in Anger.
"You will do as you are told!" Father retorted. They both argue back and forth, more heated disagreement. Vinxenzo sat down for a minute, thinking deeply, then he looked at me for a minute. I could swear I saw regrets and shame. He nods then walks away, not uttering a word.
"I'd better let on why I wanted you all here. It's about the Mafia." Father explained, sighing in distress.
"What do you mean, Father?" Lorenzo childishly asked, he turned a curious eye at me.
