ANGELOS POV.

"Let's go." I announced as I opened my daughters door.

She's going to be pissed.

"Come on. Get up." I kissed her cheek before throwing her blanket off of her.

"What?" She grumbled. "Angelo it's-,"

"Five in the morning, I know. I've had quite the number of coffees and I can't sleep, so I figured I'd get you up to suffer with me."

"Get Gino."

"He's not here. He's out looking for Violet."

"You've been out all night?" She questioned. "That can't be healthy. Go to sleep." She rolled over.

"Were you listening to anything I just said?"

"Not really, no."

I rolled my eyes. "What kind of dynamic is this? I thought children had to listen to their parents."

"Those dynamics sleep a full nine hours." Mercury groaned.

My eyes caught the old guitar hanging on the bedroom wall.

I wanted to throw it out, but she insisted on keeping it.

She said that even though it wasn't the same now, she wanted to at least remember that her parents loved each other at some point.

I haven't played it in years.

When I was younger, that's all I would ever do when I had the time.

I was grounded multiple times over how much I played the damn thing.

Apparently I wasn't studying enough to reach my mothers standards.

MERCURYS POV.

I didn't usually mind waking up early.

But if the sun wasn't even warm yet, there was no way I was getting out of that bed.

I was just dozing off again when I heard something.

It sounded like a guitar.

My eyes opened wide when I realized where it was coming from.

No way.

I knew Angelo used to love playing that instrument.

It was too scratched, and the string was too worn for me to come to any other conclusion.

I sat up, eager to actually see him playing it.

There he was, sitting on my favorite cream colored reading chair.

   He doesn't even look like he's trying.

He physically looked like it was just a second nature.

   His weren't furrowed, his grip wasn't too tight, his jaw wasn't clenched.

  He wasn't actually focused.

But the way it sounded when he played was indescribably amazing.

   I finally remembered to breathe when he stopped playing.

   That ended way too early.

"Damn. I didn't know I could still do that." He muttered more to himself.

    "Do it again." I said quickly, still amazed over what I just heard.

      He looked up at me. "You should probably sleep for a little while longer. You get strangely aggressive towards everyone when you're tired." He stood up before placing the guitar back in its spot on the wall.

    "What are you doing? Play it again." I was trying to come up with an excuse for the sound to fill the room again.

   But I was too groggy to come up with something that could've worked.

   "You've never looked that relaxed before." I responded truthfully.

      "I wasn't always a Mafia boss." He chuckled.

"Well yeah, but you just- it was just so natural when you played it." I was still lacking the proper word use for what I had just listened to.

   "I started playing when I was nine. I better look like a natural." He smiled. "Go back to sleep before decide to yell at anyone who looks at you." He made the move to walk out of my room.

     "Wait!" I got out of my bed. "I'm awake now. You should- you should see if you remember how to play a different song? Yeah, you should do that." I followed behind him closely.

     "Nice try. Maybe later."

"Ah come on Ang. Your only child is asking." I attempted to sweet talk my father as we walked downstairs.

"I am aware of who is asking."

"Are you? Are you really?"

"No, I'm not. I actually just thought you were a random kid who happened to have my eyes." He quipped.

I was about to fire back when I heard a door slam shut.

"I found the fugitive!" Gino yelled.

Angelo and I looked at each other with dread.

"I'll start the coffee then."