Taking Her Home

Vincent rolled his eyes, listening to his cousin, Domenico and younger brother, Gio talk about the job they just finished, as he turned the knob to his father's office. Walking in he heard his father talking to Roco, his youngest brother. "I am proud of you son, for treating your brother's club as your own," his father said patting Roco on the shoulder. "Yes, little brother. You have been doing great things with my club," Vincent shook Roco's hand. Roco was dressed in a dark blue suit with a maroon tie. Vincent thought about laughing seeing as his brother only wore a suit when in their father presence. Everyone knew that he would leave the suit jacket in the front hall closest on his way out. His normal attire usually consisted of dark washed jeans and a button up with at least the top three buttons undone. But when you were around Francesco Bellandini, you dressed like he expected a responsible man to dress. "Thank you, brother. I'm glad you decided to trust me with this job." Roco

Vincent was almost finished with all the paperwork when Dominico and Gio walked into his office. He looked up at them before looking back at the contract he was currently reading. "Is everything good?" He asked without looking back up."A little problem but, it was already dealt with," Dominico said, he and Gio walking over to the big window that overlooked the club. Vincent nodded realizing it would be the same problem Roco already told him about."There are a ton of hot girls here tonight," Gio said before whistling."Agreed, but that's every night boys," Roco said standing and walking over to look with them."Will you idiota's shut up," Vincent barked at them rolling his eyes. He knew the smug look on Roco's face was mostly because he was proud of the beautiful women, he had brought into the club with his policies on making sure they were able to feel safe drinking and dancing here without any chance of being unwantedly harassed. Roco had made it his priority when one of his friend

Vincent pulled up and parked in front of Rebecca's apartment. He sighed thinking about the fact that she hadn't woken up the entire drive and he was more than likely, going to have to carry her the whole way to her apartment. He opened his door and ran around to the other side. Opening the door, he barely caught her head before it hit the sidewalk. He took a deep breath as he lifted her head up before picking her up bridal style. Kicking the door closed and cringing at the thought of seeing a dent in it when he came back down, he made his way towards the door of the building. He nodded his head to the doorman who opened and held the door for him with a confused smile. Probably the state she was in but the man didn't question him.Vincent had to push the elevator button with his elbow as he adjusted Rebecca in his arms. She wasn't really that heavy looking but she was dead weight from drinking too much and Vincent would bet everything he owned that to Enzo who he was a thousand percent

Vincent pushed the call button before throwing his suit jacket on. He adjusted his collar as he listened to the ringing. “Vince, what's up?” He heard Dominico answer the phone.“Meeting at my parents place in thirty. Call Gio and let him know,” he answered as he looked himself over in the mirror. He nodded and buttoned the last button on his grey jacket. He hadn’t put a tie on and he had left the top two buttons on his white dress shirt. Ties were for formal affairs and a meeting with his father and brothers was not formal. He knew he would probably hear about it from his father but he didn’t care. It was definitely time to show his father he was his own man. How else was he going to believe he was ready to take over?“See you then,” Dominico responded before hanging up. Vincent walked out of his bedroom and headed towards his front door. He grabbed his keys and walked out. Getting on the elevator he took his phone out and sent a quick text to his father to inform him that he was on h

Vince stormed into the kitchen where he found his mother, Nadia, Domenico, and his little sister, Roxana. They were laughing and it smelt like his mother had baked his favorite peanut butter cookies. “Vinny!” Roxana threw her arms open and rushed to her big brother. Vincent rolled his eyes as he hugged her. “Roxy, don’t call me that. You know I hate it,” he smiled down at her before walking over to his mother and wrapping her is a big hug. “Care to tell me why you came in here like you avere un diavolo per capello?” Nadia asked her son. Vincent huffed and turned to his mother with a frown, “your marito happened!” He shouted. He grabbed a cookie from the plate on the counter and took a bite. “Your Dito nel culo of a husband, is trying to tell me that I have to settle down before he turns the family over to me!” He threw his hands in the air and started to pace. “My little Vinny,” Nadia cooed as she stopped him and cupped his face in her hands. “You know your father loves you. He’s j