Hello everyone,

If you are reading this then you have most likely read my first story That's Amore, link is in description if you haven't yet.

This is the continuation of my OCxVito story and I hope you enjoy it.

Like the old story their is narration changes as you read what Vito, Rosa, and Lincolnare thinking. There is a line that will symbolize the narrator change.

Thank you,

JennyAnn

July 5th, 1951

Vito held me in his arms as the taxi sped down the road. I just looked at him the whole time. I didn't know what our fate was going to be, but just in case I wanted to remember him, just like this. He felt me gazing at him and he looked down at me. He gave me a half smile. One that read I love you too and I want to reassure you everything will be alright, but I'm not sure it will be. He kissed my head.

Suddenly, he sat up straight. I followed his eyes toward a small yellow beach house, the one Joe had rented out. There was a sleek black limo parked out front and we knew exactly who had paid Joe a visit. "Keep going, down the road!" Vito ordered the driver. He did as he was told and pulled over a few blocks down.

I was in a panic as I scrambled for my gun, shoving pullets in it "What's the plan? You have your gun, right? Should I go in first or you? Should we sneak around back and-" I stopped talking as Vito's hands cupped my face, bringing it to his face. I read his expression. He didn't have to say a word and I knew what he was trying to tell me.

My face crinkled up as my vision became blurred by my tears. I mouthed the words 'no' as I gripped Vito's wrists. I tried to shake my head as he held it firmly in his heads.

"Yes, Rosa….Yes." Vito said as he tried to hold back the tears too "It's over." He looked down as he let go of my face.

"No, Vito it's not over. We can do this. We've faced worse. Look at us now. We are here, we are together."

"Rosa, stop." I saw the tears now. They slid down his face leaving behind a wet trail. "They want me. We can't keep running. They won't give up."

My heart was aching and thudding loudly in my chest. My limbs felt weak, every part of me was trembling. My stomach churning as I realized this may be the last time I see my Vito, my husband. We sat in silence for a moment. Then I watched him take off his wedding ring. He put it in my hand "Keep this…" I let out a loud moan. My eyes were red as I looked at him. He pulled me to him. Wrapping his arm around my head and stroking my hair to calm me down. I felt him kiss the top of my head again.

Then he spoke "there is a house in California" I pulled away from him, watching him as he spoke. It's in a suburb outside of Golden Bay City." He took out a pen and scribbled down an address "I bought it before our wedding. I had this plan to run away from all of this with you." He paused trying not to cry "It's all paid for, no mortgage you just have to pay the bills."

"Vito…" I clung to him.

"It's just like the kind of house we talked about getting" I was sobbing into his chest. I didn't want to hear anymore. "It has a big bay window like you like and you can see the bridge from the second story." I started to punch him now. "Ow, hey, what are you doing?" He pulled me away from him.

"I'm not leaving you, Vito! Without you I have nothing! I can't let you die and go on living!" I was screaming, letting out hysterical cries like a spoiled child. "I…I can't."

He took my face in his hands again "Rosa, you listen to me." I stopped throwing a fit when I heard his voice change. He was serious "When I first met you, that night in the Maltese Falcone, I knew you were going to be a pain in the butt" he managed a chuckle "you were stubborn and a hard head…and beside from being beautiful…you were strong. I could see that." We rested our head against each other "I know you can get through this. You deserve more than this life you've led these years. You deserve to be happy." I let out another loud moan.

"I want to be happy with you, Vito."

He did not speak for a few moments as he squeezed his eyes tight "…I know. I want to be happy with you too, but we can't. Please, be strong for me Rosa. Don't let this drag you down, live. For me…?" I knew what he was trying to say. He knew what I was thinking. That I would leave this moment and find this house he bought and I would end my life there. But I couldn't do that. After he begged me to stay strong and to live, not only for myself, but him…I knew I could never take my own life from this world, not until God is ready to take me.

We held each other for a few moments longer and then Vito pulled away from me "Take her to the airport, please." I did not cry. I did not beg for him to stay. I watched him exit the car and reach for his gun. We stared at each other until the taxi disappeared over the hill and he was gone.

I watched the taxi until I couldn't see it anymore. Then I checked my pistol for bullets. It was fully loaded. I kicked open the door and raised my gun in front of me. I was ready to shoot when I saw Leo in the kitchen. Joe was standing next to him, two guards holding his hands behind his back. "Put the gun away, my boy, you won't need it." I hesitated but when I saw the other mobsters unarmed, I disarmed as well.

I was confused. Why hasn't he killed us yet? After everything we did. "Sit, sit. Pour him a drink." He ordered his guards. They set a glass of whiskey in front of me and I stared at it. "Come on, Vito, just drink it." I watched as Leo brought a glass to his lips and took a sip. I did the same, to be polite. "You're probably wondering why I haven't shot both of you yet." I tried to look at Joe but he kept staring at the floor, avoiding eye contact. "I have a lot of respect for you two, well more you Vito." I saw Joe flinch at the cruel statement "Running away" he swatted his pointer finger at me "Not good." He took another sip and sighed "I saw you sent that little dame of yours far away from here-"

I got up as his guards tensed "Leave her out of this. It's over and done. She isn't a part of this anymore."

Leo laughed as he signaled for his guards to relax "I like you, Vito, you take loyalty very seriously. The problem is you are loyal to the wrong people, like this fat son of bitch standing next to me" again Joe flinched "…but you have great potential, and I see a lot of myself in you. You're like a son to me." He paused to throw a smile my way "The girl was a weak point, and your friend, but other than that I can see you being very successful in this business. As much as that makes me proud it also worries me. You see Vito, you are a threat to me and my operation. And as much as I like you I can't keep you around." I felt my stomach tighten "In this business you become very paranoid and you have to think very hard about letting the people who misbehave stay alive. I've thought long and hard about our situation here Vito. Everyone in the city hates you. You're a wanted man." This was it, I was going to die in this hideous bright yellow beach house, sweating my balls off. "I've decided to send you away. There is a mob boss in Louisiana, goes by the name Sal Marcano. Good kid, I knew his father."

"What…?" I was shocked.

"I'm sure he will give you a nice racket to control, a part of the city to call your own. He can keep an eye on you for me." My eyes searched for something that wasn't there as I tried to figure out what Leo was saying "As for your friend, Joe. We've talked and he understands"

I looked up "What is he talking about Joe?" I felt the guards grab my arms and start pulling me to the door "Joe, Joe! Look at me, what is he talking about? JOE!" The last thing I saw was Leo's hand on Joe's shoulder and then the door shut.

They threw me in the back of the limo and drove me to the airport. I was on a plan to Louisiana before I even had a chance to catch my breath.