THIRD PERSONS POV.

  Gino Lesca sighed as he swept his eyes across the room.

  He had lost a bed with his brother, and had to be the unfortunate soul to attend this gathering.

   "Lucky bastard." He thought.

The building was a classy area, suit for both a business meeting and a night out.

   It was easy for him to tell who he was working with.

  Nothing but investment opportunities littered the room.

"Can I have a scotch please?" He asked the blonde bartender before winking.

  Of course, she blushed and began making a drink.

  "Thank you beautiful." He smirked as he set down a hundred dollar bill, watching the shell shocked look on her face before turning around and making his way through.

  Once a playboy, always a playboy.

He scanned the room once again, looking for the easiest target.

   It should be quite simple.

Express interest in doing some business, and get the hell out.

   Well, that was until he caught a glimpse of a woman with brown curly hair, wearing a red dress.

   His blood ran cold.

She was latched onto a suit clad man.

   However, that was nowhere near the biggest issue at hand.

  A possibly very important one, was that she had a very large diamond on her left ring finger.

  She gazed up at him with love in her eyes.

"She just doesn't learn, does she?"

The site was short.

   The couple made a move to go out onto the roof top.

  But he wasn't going to let her get away with that.

  He was ready to raise hell.

Quickly, he raced after them. A mere thirty feet behind.

   But of course, they stepped into the brisk November air before he did.

  He opened the doors just in time to see the man cover her in his suit jacket.

  She turned around, and kissed him before making her way to the rooftop bar, leaving him to stand at a high top table while waiting for her.

  "I guess nows my chance."

He approached the man, making himself look a lot more trustworthy than what he actually was.

   "You my friend, look like a businessman." Gino stood at the table.

  He looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you do...family business?" He asked Gino.

"I guess you could say that." He winked before continuing. "Who are you? If you don't mind me asking?" He asked, extending a hand.

   The man chuckled before shaking his hand.

"Nicholas Connor."

   "Can I call you Nick?"

"You can once you tell me who you are."

    "Touche Nick."

"Gino Lesca."

    "What can I do for you Gino?"

"Actually, I want to know what I can do for you." He countered.

    "Look man," Nick leaned forward as he began to grow slightly annoyed at the vagueness. "I've already done this type of shit before. And between you and me, it has yet to work in more of my favor."

    "Do tell Nick." Gino rested the side of his hand like a school girl.

  "Look, unless you can get the load of debt off of my back, I don't want anything to do with you or your people."

   "Well, you happen to have a small inning with me and my people." Gino said through clenched teeth.

  "I've never wanted to punch a smirk off of someone face so-,"

    "And what is that?" Nick asked.

"That dime you walked in with Nicholas." Gino sipped his drink.

  Nick's face turned.

"I'm not fucking pimping out my fiancée, you sick bastard."

   Gino laughed.

"Down boy! No one is asking you to pimp out your fiancée."

    "Well then what about her?"

"Are you a family man? You seem like a family man."

   Nick sighed.

"I have a daughter."

   "Of course he does."

"I've got a goddaughter myself. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her." Gino stretched the conversation smugly.

   "What are you getting at?" Nick glared.

"I'm saying that mafia debt isn't something you can handle on your own." He deadpanned.

   "I am fully aware of that, thank you."

"I'll cut to the point. What I'm trying to say is that because of your fiancée, you seem to have a small amount of people who might just put up with you and your issues."

  Nick's interest was peaked.

The sound of heels clicking approached them.

  Adaline set down a glass of wine and what looked like a Vodka tonic.

   "I'm back." She kissed Nick before looking at who was standing before him. "Who are you talking-," she shut up as soon as she saw Gino.

  "What are the odds Adaline?" Gino threw on a smile as he watched her pale up.

   "Honey, how do you know him?" Nick asked her.

  "I-I-,"

"Oh it's a long story. I'm sure you don't want to here it just yet." Gino smirked again. "Here," he pulled a card out of his inside pocket.

   "Give me a call if anything comes up. And by anything, I mean anything." He was able to fake his sincerity easily.

Nick accepted it quickly.

   "Thank you?" He was still having trouble understanding everything.

   "Anytime." Gino set down his phone before downing the rest of his drink.

   As he set the glass down, he pushed the phone with his arm hard enough for it to slide closer to Adaline.

   "Silly me. Do you mind passing that back?"

She finally snapped out of her small trance.

  "Y-yeah."

As soon as she picked the phone up, the lock screen lit up.

  This caused her to freeze all over again.

The lock screen was a picture of his niece.

   "Honey?" Nick asked.

She shook her head again before handing the phone back to Gino.

   "Don't hesitate to give me a call." Gino nodded towards Nick before leaving the rooftop all together.

   As his car pulled up in front of him, He noticed a certain brunette looking down at him from the roof.

   They stared each other in the eye for a few moments.

One with fear, the other with nothing but anger.

   Before opening his car door, he waved his phone at her again.

      Because he was right to be pretty pissed off.

You guys better be washing your hands.

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