The Unexpected

“Mi sembra che tu non sia consapevole di ciò che accade quando devi dei soldi a persone come il Signor Romano. Mi ha chiesto di inviarti un piccolo messaggio.” (Its seem to me like your unaware of what happens when you owe money to people like Mr. Romano. He’s asked me to send you a- small message.) The man that was refereed to as the Devil let out a small smirk. Almost as if he enjoyed inflicting pain on others.

A loud shot rang through the ally of Tuscany, Italy following the groan and pains of a grown man. The alley now being flooded with a dark red river coming from the man's left leg. The dark sky’s masking the identities of the men who are inflicting pain as if the night was on the bad man side. Aiding and abating him so he could continue on the path of revenge.

The bleeding man is a man who simply wanted to provide for his family. This man was known as, a family man, a man who made a mistake by trusting the wrong people.

“Per favore, avrò i suoi soldi!” The family man begged his captor for leniency, but the man behind the gun has no remorse. His cold eyes staring back at the freighted one, “Ho promesso che avrei pagato, sono un uomo di parola. Per favore, ho una famiglia e una moglie che non ha nessuno tranne me. Ho un figlio, non lasciarlo senza un padre!” (Please I’ll have his money. I promised I’d pay, I’m a man of my word. Please I have a family a wife who has no one but me. I have a son don’t leave him without a father!)

A laugh filled the ears of everyone around, “Rilassati amico mio, non morirai stanotte. No, il Signor Romano è un uomo gentile. Ti darà fino alla fine del mese per pagare il debito. Fallisci- e il prossimo proiettile non sarà nella tua gamba, ma proprio tra questi occhi, e per rendere le cose un po ’più interessanti lascerò il tuo corpus morto in decomposizione nella stanza dei tuoi figli.(Relax my friend, you won’t die tonight. No, Mr. Romano is a kind man. He will give you till the end of the month to pay your debt. Fail- and the next bullet won’t be in your leg, but right between these eyes, and to make things a little more interesting I’ll leave your dead rotting corpse in your sons room.)

With that the man holding the gun grabbed him by the collar and handed him to the men that were with him. “Assicurati che non dimentichi.” (Make sure he doesn’t forget.)

Walking away he could hear the cries of the family man and a smirk made its way to his lips. This is one of Lorenzo’s favorite activities. They was nothing better than coming out and handling the debts that are owed to his family. Aside from the Romano’s he was alone in the word with no living family members left he’d opted to make the Mafia his family.

As he walked back to his car the rain felt heavy on his body as if it wanted to wash away all of his sin. He chuckled inertly knowing their wasn’t enough rain in the world to cleanse him of the monstrous things he’d done. In the 30 years he’s been in this world he’s killed countless of people; women, men, children. You name it he’s done it -after all- it was his job.

An enforcer is what they called him. A well oiled machine build to pry on people’s weakness, built to destroy, and most importantly he was made to kill. His boss, Alessandro Romano, is the most dangerous and wanted crime lord of the five most wanted Italian families and Lorenzo was is his number 2. His right hand man. He was hand picked from dozens of men who had been a part of the family much longer. Yet, he was chosen to execute and demolish any threat made.

Finally making it back into the car he took off his black leather gloves and threw them on the empty seat next to him. He was about to start the engine when his phone went off, “Enzo, my boy how did things go with the family man?”

If one had no idea who the man on he other line was you’d think its was a conversation between father and son. The older mans voice was confident, and professional, but if studied further you’d be able to here the malice, authority, a voice spoken with a cold formality, “Yes, Sir everything went smoothly.”

“Did you kill him? I know how you could get carried away.” Enzo chuckled at his declaration.

“No, Sir I didn’t kill him, but I left him with Andrea and Massimo can’t say anything about them.” Enzo began his journey home.

“Anyway as soon as you arrive back I must speak with you. Its an urgent matter and I only trust you with it- so be back quick.” Enzo was confused he’d never heard his boss speak with such secrecy and it only peaked his interest in the affair that was waiting for him.

“Yes sir.” Enzo hung up the phone and went straight to the Romano estate.

Soon he was approaching the 12 feet gates of the mansion the decor was dark with one big letter decorating the gate its self. In the middle of the steel iron gate stood tall a ”R for Romano” . The security opened the gate for Enzo to drive through already recognizing the car he drove. Quickly he parked his car walked out of the drivers side heading in doors.

Making his way to the study he knocked on the big oak door and waited for a respond, “Come in” he heard the thick Italian accent.

Enzo’s accent was not as thick as Alessandro’s, but because Lorenz being originally from California covered the thickness of it, “Boss, you wanted to see me?” He stood in front of the older man waiting for instructions.

“Lorenzo. I'm handing you a very delicate task. Let me warn you now you fail this and I will make sure your death is slow and tortuous I don't care who you are. Before your father was killed he hide something from me-I need you to retrieve it." Alessandro went back to the distant memory of the day he'd lost everything including his heart.

Enzo saw what looked to be a photo, “My father did you a favor?” He walked toward the old man.

Alessandro handed Lorenzo the photograph, it was a picture of beautiful blond women. She wore a red polka doted dress and dark red lipstick and beside her stood a young Alessandro holding a tiny little baby. "My daughter, he promised protection for her. For 26 year I have mourned our lost time, but I had to protect. She was the last thing I had of my wife- Sofia- I could not loose her.”

The young man placed the picture of the family on his desk and took off his suite jacket placing it on the chair right next to him, “Did my father say what he did with the Bambina (child)."

“Sì, mi ha dato una busta con il suo nome e dove è cresciuta. Me l’ha dato prima della sua morte.” Alessandro walked went to his safe and pulled out a yellow Minnelli folder,“In tutti questi anni mi sono astenuto dal aprirlo, ma è ora che torni a casa. Questo è tutto -ciò che ho è di lei ed è il momento in cui prende il suo posto legittimo come regina.” (Yes, he gave me an envelope with her name and where she grew up. He gave it to me before his death. All these years I have refrained from opening it, but its time she comes home. This is her’s -everything I have is her’s and its time she takes her rightful place as queen.)

Lorenzo grabbed the file and opened it taking out all the papers, "I suppose this is the family that took her in." He raised the two photo's, "Mr. Louis and Evangelina Miller, their dead. They died about 3 years ago. No kids." He continued to look through the files, "Mary Jane Miller, well that's the name they gave her.

"No, when she arrives home she will be named after her mother, Sofia Anna Romano, that is the name she was born with. A name fit for my queen." The old man walked towards the study door and opened it.

"What am I intended to do with the information." he turned to look at the ruthless old man who now suddenly had a heart. For as long as Lorenzo knew Alessandro he'd never seen him give two fucks about anything or anyone up until now.

"The task is quite clear-retrieve her by any means necessary." Lorenzo nodded and walked out ready for his mission.