𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

"Hello Mr and Mrs Moore. Do you know why my father and I have called you here this evening?" I said as I sat down and reached for my cigar box.

"No Mr Bianchi we have no idea why, we must admit it came as quite a shock when we heard you wanted to talk business with us." The pretty African American woman said from across him.

Hm, he didn't tell her. What a shame.

Not wanting to be the barer of bad news I slowly clipped the end of my cigar watching as the tip of it fell in the ashtray.

I leaned over the table and pulled my lighter from the box and lit it while the cigar hung from my mouth. I took a few puffs still stalling since I didn't want to see my future mother in law cry.

Because with the news I bare she surely will.

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A story where a made man has come to collect what is his from a deal made long ago.