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Soulis
Guest
It was late. A man in his late twenties sat in a booth and charmed the women entering. "Hello, gorgeous..." he said in a low, husky voice to a particular young woman who entered in a black, form fitting dress. She shot him a flirtatious look, then took her time getting to a stool at the bar. His eyes followed her swaying hips as they made their way to a seat─until something caused his vision shifted to another part of the underground bar. SMACK!
"Just what the hell do you think you're here for, Donato?" The man's father blew a smoke ring in his face, causing him to cough lightly and dispel the cloud with his hand. "Our friends are about to arrive, why don't you take this time to put your eyeballs back into your head?" The elderly man drew back, clearly vexed as his son─the future mafia boss of the successful Vizzini family─ogled ladies from afar. He calmly pulled a jeweled ring out of his pocket that matched that of his son's and his own; it's gold band was thinner, though, and the fru fru around the large ruby were far more intricate than those on the mens'. The other man glanced at it, fully grasping what it was after his second look at it.
"Why did you bring mom's ring?" His father grabbed his hand and forcibly placed the ring in his palm; Don was mistaken.
"You will give that to the daughter of the Roth family." The mobster stated. "And you will not challenge me." Donato stared at his father, then at the ring. The message was definitely clear, to the point that he was stunned to no words. He was only able to hold a furrowed brow and ask a simple question.
"An arranged marriage?"