Velvet Lullabies

"How long is the offer good for?" Lucian asked.

Vinny scoffed like he had never been so offended in his life. "You've seen her!" He shouted, grabbing the attention of nearby patrons. "She's hot, what more do you need?"

In took every ounce of strength Lucian had to not jump up and choke the man, but he figured that wouldn't be a good start if he wanted a relationship with Adelina. So instead, he eased out of his chair and controlled his face into a cold mask.

"I want to think about." He extracted a wad of cash from his pocket, and tossed it on the table. "You'll hear from me."

Stopping before he left the restaurant, "and one more thing Vincent, don't introduce anymore men to her. Understood?"

Massimo cut Vinny off before he could gather a response. "Understood." He stood from his seat extending his hand to Lucian to shake.

???

“You wanted to see me, pops?” Lucian asked strolling into his father’s office.

Carlo Luchese sat behind a large mahogany desk in a black leather chair. The office was the only room in the 22-million-dollar home that was allowed dark furniture. Lucian’s mother, Annette, went on a decorating spree about six years ago when they built the house. “No more darkness”. She had told the men.

She said it was because the old house was filled with dark wood and deep reds coloring the home in a sinister light, but Lucian had a feeling it also had to do with the darkness in their lives.

The new home was filled with bright whites and blues. It had a beachy theme to it, which was fitting as it was right off the water.

His mother loved to sit outside and read with the water splashing in the background and his father had his eyes set on a boat once he “retired”. By retiring, he meant having Lucian take over the family business.

“What did I tell you about ‘pops’?” He said the word with disgust. Carlo was a loving father, but an old fashioned one.

“Pa? How ‘bout that?”

“Better.” He grumbled. “Sit.” He gestured to the seat across from him.

Carlo was a great and loving father but he was also the boss of the Luchese family, when he gave an order it was meant to be followed, even if it was a simple as sitting down.

Carlo leaned back in his chair, gazing curiously at Lucian. “How was New England?”

“Uneventful.”

Carlo snorted out a laugh. “You don’t say? That’s probably the first uneventful weekend that girls ever had.”

“Pa,” Lucian wanted to defend her, say it wasn’t her fault, but truthfully, he didn’t know.

“So, tell me Lucian, how did it really go?”

“She’s nice.”

“And pretty.”

“Yeah, and that.”

“So?” He asked again.

“Not sure. I’ll let you know though.”

Carlo rolled his eyes and sighed. “You and Enzo better get your acts together and let an old man retire.”

Lucian smiled wearily at his father. “Yeah, pops, I’m on it. I’ll be taking another trip to Providence this week.”

Lucian only had one goal in life. He was born and raised to lead the family. He spent his teenage years running around behind his uncle and doing his bidding. No one was going to take away his place in the family; he earned it. Still, as much as his father talked about retiring, the man wasn’t ready to hand over the family to Lucian. What was it going take?

“Great.” Carlo nodded his head, effectively ending the conversation. “And who is going to handle the shipment issues?”