Chapter 36

LUCIANO'S POV

I imagined my wife setting my tie, or fixing my hair and buttons. For a few moments, I forgot that I was a mafia and that these lives I was thinking about can't be part of me.

Standing in front of the mirror, I leathered my fingers into my hair in an attempt to fix it.

Everyone knows I can do that. Also, everyone knew better than to walk into my room without knocking. Too bad, Gio never listened and for some reason, I loved it.

I loved to see his sister's character through him.

"Hello, Papa"

"I am not against you sending gifts to her, Gio," Luciano said as he made a 180 turn as if he could not wait for this moment.

His bored expression homed on Gio as the child tried to fumble with his reasons but yet didn't say anything.

"A red dress, Gio, A red dress" Luciano moves his palms in front of him as if drawing the dress "That was for your sister and.."

"And my sister hasn't seen it for 4 years, Father" Gio interrupted calm