MY FIANCEE

Luca's Porsche 911 turbo pulled up through the wrought gates of the Vincenzo mansion and slowly came to a halt. He scanned the quiet compound and continued driving slowly until he came close to the valet spot and highlighted his vehicle. He was greeted by the security men who stood outside the mansion, and he waved back at them with no verbal response. Luca walked into the grand foyer and, as usual, everywhere was extremely quiet save for the ticking sound of the antique clock that hung on the wall. It was 6:57 PM and Antonio Vincenzo and Matteo Pasquale were already seated in the grand study of the Vincenzo mansion waiting for Luca. There was supposed to be a meeting between them, a meeting scheduled to begin at 6:30 PM, but Luca was yet to arrive. Luca stepped into the study, his head bowed to the ground. He knows how much his father hated lateness and frowns at it. 'What is the time, son?" Antonio asks in a quiet yet dangerous voice. 'Is this how you run the businesses now that I want to take my rest?" 'I'm sorry, father. Something I couldn't control came up." Luca responded as he sat down without lifting his head. 'Well, be seated. We were having a chat about your marriage before you entered." Antonio stopped and sipped his grappa, his gold pinky finger ring shimmering in the lowly lit room. He put down his glass and smacked his lips. 'Matteo here can confirm that Adriana is ready. I hope I can say that about you too." 'I have found someone else that I want, Father," Luca responded. His voice was calm but sharp enough to draw blood. Matteo slammed his glass on the table and the glass shattered. His eyes filled with rage as always. Something he never learned how to control. 'You disrespect my daughter for that Fica Sporca, you disgrace" Luca was out of his chair in an instant. He lunged across the table reaching for Matteo. The tables shouldered under his weight, and he pulled his knife and reached for Matteo's throat. 'Call her that one more time" he yelled. 'Stop that at once Luca," Antonia roared, slamming his clenched fist on the mahogany table. And for the very first time, Matteo Pasquale understood that this was no longer the Luca he had known for years. This now was the capo of La Mano Nera. Luca got down from the table. He placed his knife on the table as he adjusted his cuff links. His eyes filled with rage as he pulled angrily on his shirt. 'You pulled a knife on your uncle, Luca," Antonio said to Luca, his voice piercing and judging. 'Da quando usiamo i coltelli per parlare in famiglia?" (When did we start using knives to talk to family?) 'My fiancée is not a dirty cunt." Luca stood his ground. His resolve was unwavering. 'I would not stand and watch anybody speak ill of my woman, she's my choice" Antonio kept still for a moment, observing the both of the men before him. 'Is she from an aristocratic family?" He finally asked, 'I am genuinely curious to know." Before Luca could answer, Matteo spoke again. 'She's a Donnaccia," he said with a grin. Luca picked up his knife again but did not make any move this time because he knew his father was not going to condone it a second time. 'Now Matteo, can you behave yourself and allow the boy to speak?" Antonio said in a mean voice as he turned to face Matteo. His gaze was stern and serious. 'All of us were Donnaccia before we became anything else" He turned and faced Luca. His expression showed that he wanted an answer. 'No, she's not," Luca answered. His both hands placed on the mahogany table and his knife placed between his hands. Like he was in some kind of waiting for a fight. 'Why do you wish to marry this woman?" Antonio asked, sounding rather genuinely interested. 'I love her and because you have asked me to get married, I want to marry her." Everybody who has known Luca, even for the shortest duration of time, knew that the word Love was not to be seen in his dictionary. Luca was everything but a lover. He preferred to spend his time sleeping with multiple women, even at once. He rarely slept with the same woman more than twice. The room was thrown into total silence as everybody awaited Antonio's response. 'Bring her for dinner," Antonio said, finally breaking the silence. He leaned back into his soft leather chair, 'Let us judge" Luca looked up at his father's face, and his facial expression changed. He looked rather scared. 'I cannot bring her here, at least not yet." 'Why" Luca swirled uncomfortably in his seat, his hands placed on the mahogany on both sides of the chair as he began. 'Things are not okay at this time. We have a lot going on, and she's not at the disposal to come around here for anything." He leaned in closer to the table bending his head as he faced his father directly. 'But I promise that if everything is settled, I will bring Bianca here myself and introduce her to the household." 'Bianca…? That must be her name," Antonio said in a lighter voice. 'Alright so when should we be expecting you both?" 'As soon as I'm done dealing with Isabella and La Fratellanza della Morte" 'Isabella Morreti?" Antonio's voice was spiked with alarm as Luca nodded in affirmative. 'What business do you have with cagna?" 'She had taken Marco captive and is threatening to kill him." 'Marco?" Antonio and Matteo exclaimed in unison. 'What has happened that brought about that?" Antonio leaned in and rested his elbow on the mahogany table. 'I am on the matter, padre. I will handle it and bring Bianca to you." Luca stood up, picked up his knife from the table and placed it into his suit. I have found a new distributor in Los Angeles. I will finalize arrangements with him, and we'll begin shipping products back into Los Angeles as soon as we can." He stopped and searched their faces like he was expecting a response from them. 'I will take my leave now." Luca moved his chair scrapping it against the floor as he made his way out of the study…