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   Chapter 6 Johnnie Walker

Mr. Regnante By Serena B. Light Characters: 12680

Updated: 2018-09-25 19:54

The cloudy night brought a twilight feel long before the sun was ready to set. The colours of the forest become less bright, as if one is viewing them through dark glasses. The breeze has a dampness to it that wasn't there a short while ago; it's cooler and fresher too. Arcangelo didn't have to be somewhere yet, giving him plenty of time to daydream and admire the heavens above, brilliant shafts of light bolting through the ever changing cloud layer.

The night-time falls like a film noir curtain, bringing spies from the shadows and the dames that shun the sunlight hours. From his window frame curls cigarette smoke, arcing lazily into the black. This isn't a city of starlight or moonbeams, it is cracking tarmac under storm-cloud and thick air drenched with the promise of rain.

The wind whistled through the trees during this time of night, the interior of the estate completely silent as most of the inhabitants were sleeping. The only sound that was actually there was that of the clocks ticking. That is until a soft note broke the silence.

That note, followed by another and another before a symphony was swimming through the air.

Arcangelo sat on the bench as he played away at the piano, his fingers dancing over the keys as the sound of the music brought a soothing, almost peaceful air, to the Mafia estate. Playing with one hand, he grabbed the glass with the other and finished the contents, placing it down on the surface again as he resumed playing.

"Want a drink?" Vincent's voice arose behind him.

"Yeah, "

"What do you want?"

"Johnnie Walker Platinum."

"Platinum coming right up." He murmured under his breath as he grabbed a fresh crystal glass from the decanter table, placing two ice pieces into it before pouring the amber liquid inside.

Arcangelo stopped playing as he turned around with his back against the grand piano. Grabbing hold of the glass, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees with the glass placed against his forehead.

"You look tired, " Vincent noted as Arcangelo couldn't help but scoff at his words.

"I'm exhausted, "

"Then rest, " He suggested as he took a sip from his amber liquid.

"Can't. Too many things to do, "

"That's what I am here for. Take the burden off you, "

"Nah, man. You have a family waiting for you every night. I don't want to take you away from them."

"Hey, if it wasn't for our friendship, I wouldn't have this family." Vincent rebuffed, raising his glass. "The only reason I fell in love with your sister was that I spent so much time around you and she was there all the time, and if it hadn't been for you, I'd be just like you. Alone, drunk, and miserable." He joked light-heartedly as Arcangelo gave him a half-hearted glare.

"I'm not alone." Arcangelo denied. "And neither am I drunk or miserable. I am very content with my life and it takes a lot more than one drink to get me drunk."

"Still, man. Don't you think it's time to dip your feet back into that pool?" Vincent inquired in concern as he leaned forward in his seat. "I mean, come on, it's been four years."

"It's not that simple."

"It is! Arcangelo, brother. Come on man, it's not your fault. You couldn't have known."

"That's the thing!" Arcangelo exclaimed. "I should have known! Because of my carelessness, my nephew suffered the price! He shouldn't have to pay for my sins."

"Arcangelo, it wasn't your job. It was Onof-"

"-Shut up!" He snapped before Vincent could complete his sentence. "Not another word! Not. One. Word."

Vincent closed his mouth and raised his hands in surrender, watching his best friend down the contents of his drink in one go.

They both sat in silence for a moment before Arcangelo rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache forming as he was trying to

and bone-chilling glare. "You started talking and somewhere in the middle Rosalie came up and all the wrong people heard about her."


"You fucking idiot!" Arcangelo hissed as he grabbed Vincent by the front of his suit, pulling him closer as he glared down at him, the anger tangible as Vincent didn't know how to respond. "Because of your foolishness a young girl got marked! She is going to die! Only because she saved me!"

With his teeth gritted and eyes ablaze with fire, Arcangelo pushed Vincent away from him, causing him to stumble and trip over a folding in the rug.

"Get out!" He exclaimed at the man lying on the floor. "You're no brother of mine!"

"A-Arcangelo, calm down-"

"-You have given her a fucking death sentence! An innocent! And we promised her to protect the innocent!" Arcangelo yelled as Vincent clambered back. "You broke that oath we made. Get the fuck out of my sight before I put a bullet through your head."

"Arcangelo, please, listen to me!"

"No!" Arcangelo growled. "Vincenzo Ettore Moretti, I, Arcangelo Iva-" He started to say when Vincent intervened by throwing the scotch in his face.

The suddenness having Arcangelo stumble back in surprise as he stood dumbfounded, his shirt covered by the liquid.

"I was in the basement bar! I was here! I talked to the other guys! I didn't mention Rosalie, I swear on Claudia's life that I never uttered Rosalie's name!" Vincent rushed out, his hands shaking as he stared at his best friend with wide eyes. "Please...please...don't sever ties with me, don't treat me like a know me..."

Vincent stared at his best friend with panic, never having imagined something like this to happen. An inaudible choke escaped him as he stumbled to his feet wanting to make things right between his best friend and him, knowing that Arcangelo deserved the truth. They were brothers in arm. Partners in crime. Two halves to one whole. It all just couldn't end like that.

Not in the blink of an eye.

"Vincent, " Arcangelo growled lowly as he swiped his hand over his face. "Don't fucking throw drinks in my face again. You know how much I detest it."

A forced laugh escaped Vincent as he stared at his friend uncertainly, fidgeting in his place, waiting for him to continue.

"W-what now?"

"Well, whoever is the snitch wanted me to suspect you, " Arcangelo stated with a devious glint in his eyes as the other man swallowed thickly.

"What...What do you mean?

"Let's give him what he wants, "

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