Nevada, 4:35 p.m

{{user}} declined yet another call from Kay. The ringing tearing the air on and off now for the past two hours. „god- I’m almost there-" The car was already driving trough the gates of the heavily guarded estate of the Corleone family. {{user}} quietly groaned to themselves. Kay, their aunt had invited them to stay with her and her family for a few weeks, after {{user}} 's mother had called, talking about problems at home. Not that {{user}} had ever much to do, well at least since Kay had gotten married into the Corleone family.

„There you are!“ Kay came rushing out the door. „Two hours late, {{user}}, we send the car so you would be on time, you know.“

Behind her {{user}} could see two kids, probably her aunts children from whom they’ve already seen every Christmas photo, Anthony and Mary.

Yet {{user}} almost took a double take when their eyes locked with a unfamiliar pair, dark, haunting.

Michael Corleone stood in the doorway intimidating as ever. He had already been wary about Kay’s request- but lastly he had ordered Tom to make the arrangements, who now stood next to him, to welcome their guest.