๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
Piles of clothes litter the floor, the armchair, some even heaped in small mountains on the plush carpeted floor.
My wardrobe has always felt limited, my closet small, but now, with my walk in emptied and all of my designer clothing in assorted heaps, it feels massive. My possessions, expansive. Too many, too much to fit into the five steamer trunks my brother is allowing me.
I try not to scoff outwardly at the notion of allowance. What I am โ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅโ when I am sacrificing so much. When I am taking my entire life and crushing it, compacting it, shrinking it down until everything I am is reduced to five trunks crossing the Atlantic Oceanโฆ and yet I am the one who is bound by these ties of patriarchal allotment.
None of this was even my ideaโฆ
It was May 2021. The world was still on edge due to the virus but it was Fatherโs birthday, so Enzo and I had made the trip to the states from Palermo. Father, being the head of the Association, the Capo de Capi meant his birthday was always a overblown affair.
A rooftop bar in Manhattan. More food than we could possibly eat, drinks flowing, dancing, lots of shop talk in the dark corners and cozy sitting areas surrounding decorative fire pits. Flames flickered in shadows over the faces of the men while they discussed shipments and numbers. Their wives huddled together swapping recipes for American bastardizations of pasta and pizza that would clog their husbandโs arteries and send them to an early cheese-covered grave.
I hated to admit it to myself, but as I had stood, leaning over the balcony, staring across the expansive illuminated outline of the New York City skyline, I had to concede to the fact that there was aโฆ charm to this place. There was something about the impressive high rise buildings, the yellow taxi cabs, the never ending hustle and bustle that made the city attractive. It was a place where everyone wanted to be, and yet everyone here had somewhere else to go.
It was then, as I was reluctantly admiring the loud, dirty city that so many seemed drawn to, that I heard a voice from behind me.
โ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต... ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ซ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ. ๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ถ๐ญ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐บ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐บ.โ
I couldnโt help the twitch at the corner of my red painted lips that threatened an amused smile as I turned to see a man standing behind and to the left with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. Casual. Relaxed. Somehow he looked both put together and disheveled. Dressed the part of all the men here, but little details gave him a devil-may-care appearance. No tie, the first couple buttons of his dress shirt undone. His sleeves rolled halfway up his arms, and his hair wasnโt slicked back by an unnecessary amount of hair gel. The curly locks looked as if there had been an attempt at taming them, but they had a will of their own.
The man had swiped two glasses of champagne from the tray of a roving waiter and leaned against the balcony beside me and introduced himself as Vinny. Nickname basis immediately. Casual, familiar.
Our conversation had been surprisingly easy despite my multiple attempts to brush him off, he was intelligent and witty. Not at all like the other American men that surrounded us that night. He had pointed out several buildings that we could see from our high vantage point, and when he reached the Museum of Natural History he had asked if I had ever been.
โ๐๐ค. ๐'๐ซ๐โฆ ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ฃ.โ
I had almost admitted to having always wanted to go, but scolded myself for nearly opening up to a stranger.
โ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต..โ
โ๐๐๐๐ฉ? ๐๐, ๐ฃ๐ค. ๐โ๐ข ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฅ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐โฆโ
โ๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. ๐๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฐ. ๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ.โ
โ๐โฆ ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง..โ
โ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด.โ
He knew my brother and I was stuck. I stared at him in the low light and my mind was shuffling frantically for an excuse, any excuse. Nothing. Niente.
โ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต. ๐โ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ต 8. ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฌ.โ
My silence taken as a confirmation. I had stood and watched him retreat with a small confident smile back into the throng. As if he had just won a bet.
I had had every intention of turning him down later that night after the party was over, but as we sat in the town car on our way back to the hotel, Enzo had broken the silence between.
โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ.โ
I had turned to look at him, surprised. The lights of the city illuminated his face through the tinted windows.
โ๐ผ๐๐จ๐ค๐ก๐ช๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ.โ
His response was quick without even looking up from his phone on which he was typing an email.
โ๐ ๐ฆ๐ด. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ? ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ท๐ฐ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ณ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐บ.โ
And so, my โopportunityโ to be involved in the business I was so often left out of, was born.
That was 2 years ago now, and the current state of my life is the culmination of that decision.
My gaze falls from the possessions Iโm packing away to the massive diamond on my finger.
Engaged to Vincent Luciano. Moving to America in just a couple weeks. Leaving my home. My family. Everything.
For a man I donโt even love.
My life, turned upside down. I want to scream that nothing else move. No one speak a word lest it shake the already rickety foundation my composure sits upon.
But as if laughing in my face, the universe lands another blow, and I feel my knees weaken when I answer my phone to hear my brotherโs voice telling me.
โ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ. ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. ๐๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด.โ
And just like that, in the aftermath of the phone call that will change everything, the silence settles in like a dense fog.
I turn my head, casting my gaze out the expansive windows of my bedroom that is only mine for the next 24 hours longer. Dark clouds are rolling into the bay. A premonition.
Father is dead, The Association is headless, and a storm is coming.
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