Marcello roared with laughter, before he grabbed hold of my father, forcing him upwards onto his feet, punching him, hard, across the face.
"Stop hurting him!" I wept. "Please!"
I could feel my heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces, as I watched my father struggle, in a helpless state.
Looking like he'd admitted defeat.
Looking like he'd given up.
"Your father isn't a respectable man," Marcello drawled, in a low, venomous, poisonous tone. "His fragrance company is just a front. Do you know what it's a front for, il mio amore?"
Meaning my love.
I said nothing.
Not sure if I wanted to hear...
Because suddenly, it made sense why Dad had been so tense for the duration of the journey on the way here.
He said that we were coming here for a holiday...
And now, here we were.
It made me wonder what else he was capable of hiding.
It made me wonder if I'd completely gotten the wrong idea about my father...
"It's a front to launder dirty money for The Camorra," Marcello stated, folding his arms matter-of-factly. "The Italian Mafia."
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