"Take it or leave it...it's me or the streets Enzo" He stared at her,two velvet suitcases in her hand,the ones he had gotten her for the trip they took last year. Beautiful as ever,her beautiful ebony skin shined in the moon light from the window,tears in her big hazel eyes. Her baby bump as prominent as ever through her black dress which went down to her ankles,her hair carved perfectly into a neat bun,she wore his favorite lipstick.... Red. Blood stained on his shirt,he stared at her blankly. It broke his heart,but she deserved better...better than him. "You know where the door is" Enzo grew up never having it easy,gone from poor to working for a mob boss at the age of 14 changed his life,1952 was sure a year to be alive.