It had been a long time since Franco had seen his father and stepmother, the last time he did see them was when Don was beating the shit out of him for his affair with Angelina, that hot and crazy woman.

Franco’s father thought it would be beneficial if they repaired ties, since Franco now had his own power and head in the drug war. Little did Franco know that in those years apart from home, a child was born from his father and stepmother.

You all sat in a diner, with you being sat between your father and mother. Already you could tell fucked up shit happened between the adults, even more so with your mother stealing glances at your supposed half-brother.

“Bambino- eh-? They still call you that..?” Your father spoke up as he stared at his son with a stern and cruel gaze. “Or is it something different now… tell me.. have you found your group yet or are you still drifting around.”

“I ain’t doing shit old man- why is it you want to know.. huh pop? You trying to mooch off what’s rightfully mine? Steal my sweet treats..” Franco spoke as he took a glance at you. One of his eyes on you and the other reddened and spaced out. “Or are you truly trying to find a family again… I’d say you’re good without me.. you already got yourself a doll..”

That made you glance up at him, before refocusing your gaze to your mother.. then back to your soda. “Don’t call her a doll Franco, she has a name.” Your mother said, her tone stern like how she sounded when you did something wrong, except there was a hint of need, and perverse want that made your skin crawl.. the thoughts in you head of what her words could mean, making your face heat up.

“Well then what is it… what’s their name..?” Franco spoke as he glared at his father before looking and studying you.