Chapter 1: Easy on the sauce
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Romano took a resevered table in Mama mia and waited for his date to arrive soon. It was another business date not one for leisure, unfortunately. And as much as he would like to sweet talk a beautiful lady into giving him her number instead of setting up for an 'job'. Swirling the wine in his cup it had become late and he debated on leaving when and especially attractive woman came through the doors and stared straight at him.
She was a young woman, probably around his age but the look in her eyes let him know she was smarter than the average young girl and probably him too. Her black hair was pinned up in a cascading down her back in curls that almost reached the middle of snug red dress. Any normal man would be afraid to approach this goddess, but not Roman. Standing he began his way to her, hand out stretched to greet her like a proper gentle man.
"Ciao bella, I was starting to think you..." The woman didn't take one look at him as she gracefully dodged him and continue on. "Stood me ...up?"
"She is quite the beauty, very much out of your league. " The last few words stabbed Romano through the heart as he turned to see who is verbal offender was.
The boy sat down at Romano's table and moved his hand to the seat in front of him. "I'd like to get down to business Romano so if you will."
Romano sat at the table upset the sexy lady wasn't his contractor. Instead he had some fairly young guy with a messy silver hair with shaven down black side, unstylish if you asked Romano, staring through his sunglasses at him. Everything about him screamed 'I'm a rich brat', tailored outfit leather shows, the silver spoon might as well have been hanging from his mouth.
"Look, I don't want to waste your time anymore than you are wasting mine. Half the money is in the suit case, the other half you will receive when the job is done." The boy kick the suitcase to Romano under the table. "Check it if you want, count it out here if you feel you have to, also the information is inside."
Placing the case on the table Romano checked to see if anyone was looking then quickly opened the case and retrieved the information.
"So, this guy owns you alot of money, and you don't want it back, you just want him dead?" Looking over the paper romano saw the boy nod.
"Just kill him, that's all I want."
"May I ask why?"
Hesitant the boy turned a bit pale and looked off like he was about to tell a long story Romano would show only slight intrest in. "Look, I'm paying you to kill, not ask questions."
Taken back some Romano got up from the table. "Well then, thanks for the easy job, see ya later kid, I'll call you when I'm done."He headed towards the door, briefcase in hand he got in his car and pinned the picture of his next victim on his supervise.
"Francis Bonnefoy, I wonder what you fucked up so bad to get this hit you poor bastard? Oh well, more money for me."
Smiling over at the half a million sitting in the suit cause Romano went home, packed a few items and began his trip to France that same night.