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Ti Amo, Mio Adorabile Avvocatessa

(A Vincenzo Fanfiction written by YoungLadyKei)

Luca scratched his nape when he opened the door of the Capo’s office and found it empty. He loudly sighed. He turned around and made his way towards the direction where the master bedroom was located. Whenever his Capo is thinking of something deeply and he wants some peace, he usually goes to the room that was located on the right side of the master’s bedroom. The room was called the “special room” by the Cassano Famiglia mafioso because no one is allowed to enter that specific room except for the Capo and of course, to the right hand man which is him. “That” room was the Capo's resting place and he always told him that whenever he is inside of that room, he can think and decide clearly. Luca still remembers their conversation when Vincenzo asked him about his suggestion on the design of that room.

“She looks beautiful in black—Do you think it’s okay if we’ll paint it with black and gold?” Vincenzo Cassano asked him. Luca can’t help but to look at him with an astound expression. The Capo of Cassano Famiglia just asked him about the design of the room he always talked about. Vincenzo ordered him to secure this room because he has something to do with it. Luca was expecting that he will use it as his own storage room or as an office but he was surprised when Vincenzo told him that it will be a room for someone. He immediately thinks of someone who has the right to use the room beside the boss’ room. And well—the only person who can use that kind of room is either the most trusted person of the Capo or—the Cassano Famiglia’s Signorina, the wife of the Caporegime. As far as Luca can remember, Vincenzo is still not in a relationship with someone. But he wiped that thought out of his mind when he remembered what happened when he went to Korea to inform Vincenzo about what was happening to the famiglia. When they were in the plane, Vincenzo was silently looking at the fountain pen he was holding. He was also reading a weird book about befriending a bird. They were about to take off when Vincenzo suddenly told him that he thought of a better solution to their problem and ordered him to go back to Italy alone. Luca had no time to refuse when Vincenzo talked about his plan. After that, he watched him as he ran outside; he looked like he was in a hurry. Luca did mind him, as he was also busy thinking about what Vincenzo said before he ran out.

“Hong Cha-young needs me. I don’t want to put her in danger. I want to end this fight for her safety.”

Hong Cha-young.

And Luca just realized that the person who will be using the room is no other than Hong Cha-young, the female lawyer he met when he went to Korea.

“I think anything will do. I’m sure she will love anything as long as it was decided by you,” Luca safely answered Vincenzo’s question. Vincenzo just looked at him with his raised eyebrow. And then, he wandered his eyes in the room and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Hm. Yeah, you’re right. I’m sure she will love anything but I want to give the best of the best to her. She deserves all of the best things in this world.” For the second time, Luca was shocked but he did not show it in order not to upset his Capo. He wanted to ask a lot of questions regarding the female lawyer. He wanted to know what’s the score between them but he chose to shut his mouth and keep his questions to himself. He just nodded his head to show his agreement.

“The post card I told you to get?”

“Ah yes. It’s already on your table, Capo.” Luca blinked when he saw the small smile on Vincenzo’s face. Well, Vincenzo Cassano rarely smiles. Especially when he was still the consigliere, his face was void of emotion especially when he was having conversation with the late Paolo Cassano. Vincenzo gave a final look to the whole room before turning his back on it. He patted Luca’s shoulder and nodded at him.

And that was his last conversation with Vincenzo regarding the “special room” before he became busy in choosing it’s design and the furniture that will be placed in the room. He also became busy with the famiglia. Even though he did not mention her name again, Luca knew that the female lawyer would always be in the Capo’s mind and heart.

Luca came to a halt in front of an oak door with a justice scale carved into it, showing that the room was truly dedicated to the female lawyer. He can't stop himself from smiling. If his Capo had already found the love of his life, he was overjoyed. He shook his head and returned to his work. He knocked three times on the oak door, requesting permission to enter from his Capo.

Vincenzo yelled from inside the room, "Come in!" Luca opened the door as soon as he heard it. His Capo, sitting on the peach bed with his zippo, was the first thing he noticed. He cast his gaze over the room, catching a glimpse of the whole room.

And he just confirmed his suspicion.

The room's décor and design were meant for a lady. Perhaps his Capo will one day bring the Signorina to Malta to live with them. Perhaps his Capo is still hesitating because of the danger the female lawyer might face if she becomes entangled with Vincenzo Cassano, one of the most prominent mafia bosses.

But, whatever his Capo's decision is, Luca will back him up 100 percent.

“Luca, do you have anything to say?” When he heard Vincenzo's voice, he snapped back to reality.

“Sí, Capo.” Luca closed the door behind him and walked towards Vincenzo. “Someone has scheduled a meeting with you this afternoon, Capo. The person was adamant about meeting you and asked me not to expose their identity.” Vincenzo put down his zippo and turned to face Luca.

“You should know better, Luca. Before I meet someone, I need to know his identity—”

“I apologize for interrupting, but I am confident that if you meet this person, Signor, you would be extremely pleased.”

“Hmm.” Vincenzo crossed his knees and tapped the mattress with his right hand. Luca's behavior was out of the ordinary. Normally, he would provide him with information regarding the identity of the person he would be meeting. His right-hand man, Luca, is in charge of verifying everything before notifying him. Perhaps this person who wants to meet him will bring him joy.

Vincenzo Cassano began to consider the people he knew who would make him happy if he met them.

Except for a certain lawyer who is currently in South Korea, no one sprang to mind. His gaze was drawn to the post card affixed to the wall, on which the word "Malta" was written.

Impossible. He assured her that he would visit her in South Korea. And she doesn't have any idea where he lives. Vincenzo got to his feet and turned back to face Luca. He's bored, so why not meet the person who tried to conceal their true identity?

“Luca, if this person does not make me happy, you will undoubtedly suffer the consequences,” Vincenzo said.

"Sì signore. Capisco.”

His right hand was clasped around his zippo, while his left rested on the sofa's headrest. While they waited for the unknown person he was going to meet, Luca stood behind him. Vincenzo’s gaze wandered around the room. Luca took him into a room with a black and gold theme. Apart from the two crimson sofas and the glass table in the center of the room, Vincenzo couldn't find anything remarkable. The drab room was lit by a modest chandelier. He let out a sigh. He was about to say something to Luca when a server entered the room. The server was wearing a mask and carrying a bar tray containing a Bordeaux glass filled with whiskey. He walked towards the table.

“Saluti, signore. Per favore, goditi i tuoi drink,” the server said and he placed the two Bordeaux glasses on the glass table. After placing it, he bowed, turned around and left the room. Vincenzo looked at the glass.

“Luca—”

He was interrupted when the door of the room opened again. Vincenzo looked at the door hoping that the person who arrived was the person he was expecting. He is getting bored and he feels like he is just wasting his time waiting for someone he doesn't even know.

When Vincenzo Cassano saw who had entered the room, he was taken aback. He remained motionless for a moment, unable to comprehend the fact that he had just met the person he was seeking for. Vincenzo stood up when he realized what had happened.

“Vincenzo Cassano. È bello incontrarti di nuovo, figliolo.” Vincenzo smiled.

“Salvatore Maranzano. I’ve been looking for you, padrino,” Vincenzo stated. Salvatore Maranzano, the Godfather of Bonanno Famiglia, an ally of Cassano Famiglia. Vincenzo had learnt a lot from Salvatore, who treated him as if he were his own son. 8 years ago, Salvatore disappeared without informing them about his whereabouts. He gave his position and mafia to his son and he was treated dead in the underground society. But here he is, alive and kicking. Salvatore walked towards Vincenzo and he hugged him. Vincenzo did not hesitate to hug him back. Salvatore patted his back before letting him go.

“Ah. I inquired about you with my son, and he provided me with Luca's contact information. I chose to surprise you because I believe that is the current trend, and look at you, you were taken aback by my abrupt presence. Vincenzo, I'm happy you've taken over as leader of the Cassano Famiglia,” Salvatore stated.

Vincenzo looked at Luca and the latter was also looking at him, he nodded his head, acknowledging his effort. He shifted his gaze to Salvatore.

“Grazie mille padrino. Sono contento che tu sia tornato,” Vincenzo muttered.

“Va bene. Let's sit. We have a lot to catch up on.” Vincenzo Cassano nodded his head and obliged. It was not the person he expected but he’s glad that he met the person who also helped him to become what he is now.

It had been a long and exhausting afternoon for Vincenzo. Salvatore explained a lot of things and he also urged him to talk about what happened to him. Maybe because he doesn't want to talk a lot, he felt tired after their conversation. Or because the person who should update him about her is still not messaging him.

He kept in touch with Mr. Nam to keep him informed about what was going on in South Korea. So that he will know if something has happened and he will not hesitate to fly back to Korea to help them.

Or not.

The truth is he just wanted to be updated with what's happening to the female lawyer he badly wanted to see. He was also able to relay his message to her through Mr. Nam. And if she’s in danger, he will surely go back to South Korea without a second thought to save her.

“Capo, would you like to stop by in your favorite café?” Luca asked. He was currently driving the car. Vincenzo forgot to thank him for what he did earlier but well, Luca already knew that he was thankful to him so there's no need to express his gratitude through words. Vincenzo just realized that Luca will not put him in danger. It seems like Luca kept on earning his trust.

“Sí. I would like to have some drinks,” he responded. Vincenzo gazed out the window, taking in the scenery. He has no idea why, but whenever he is in Italy, he feels at ease. That's why, when he was in Korea 7 years ago, he kept on watching and listening to operas because he may not tell it, but he misses Italy. He considered the country his home, and his freedom.

But nothing feels like home when she was in his arms, their lips touching, her hands were on his nape as if telling him that he’s mine.

Vincenzo shook his head. Italy is his home but he’s looking for someone who made him feel home.

Luca gazes at Vincenzo in the rear-view mirror. He caught him shaking his head. He smiled internally. Luca knew that Vincenzo was expecting someone but he was disappointed that the person who arrived earlier was not the person he was expecting. But as Luca can see, Vincenzo was glad after meeting the former godfather of Bonanno Famiglia. Luca knew that Salvatore was also a father to Vincenzo. Luca looked at the favorite café of the capo. His eyes squinted when he saw a familiar figure wearing a beige trench coat standing outside of the café.

“We’re here.” Luca parked the car in the parking lot of the café. He was about to get out of the car when Vincenzo stopped him.

“Stay here. I’ll be back shortly,” he stated. He did not wait for Luca’s response. He got his Ray ban wayfarer and wore it. Then he opened the door and got out of his car. He looked around before walking towards the entrance door of his favorite café, the Pacé café. The guard opened the door for him and he confidently entered and walked towards the counter. He felt the eyes of the other customers to him, but he paid them no mind. He was about to order espresso when he was again, for the third time, interrupted by someone.

“One Iced Americano for me—ow, is that a sewage waste? Someone told me that Iced Americano is considered sewage waste here in Italy.”

When he heard the voice, he was astonished. He did not react immediately because he clearly knew that voice.

“Scusate. Scusate. You must be surprised. I’m just a tourist and I went here because I kept on waiting for someone and I’m getting impatient that's why I’m here.” The woman laughed.

He slowly turned towards the direction of the woman. She was standing beside him, wearing a black sunglasses and a beige color-block trench coat paired with boots. The woman had a playful smile on her face, her attention was on the counter. Vincenzo Cassano’s stomach fluttered, his heartbeat raced and he gulped.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing right now.

“Villains never break up because they're tenacious even when they love,” she muttered. Then, she looked at Vincenzo and removed her sunglasses. “Hi. Do you have any evidence to support that statement?” she asked. Vincenzo’s attention was focused on her. He was looking at her intently, his eyes piercing into her soul.

“Ma’am, here’s your—”

Gasped. When he pulled her closer to him, placed his hands on her nape, and kissed her lips, he heard a number of gasps. He drew his eyes closed, unwilling to believe she was there right in front of him. When he felt her hands on his nape, he felt relieved.

He kissed her like he didn't want to let her go. It was aggressive at first but the kiss became gentle and sweet. Vincenzo slowly slides his hands across her body and then rests one hand on her cheek.

“OH—” What transpired astounded both the cashier and the customers.

Vincenzo eased his grip on her and gently stroked her cheek. He murmured, "That's my evidence, Ms. Hong."

Hong Cha-young hugged him and grinned. The customers applauded and congratulated them. It was unnecessary, but Vincenzo can’t help but be proud.

“Ti amo così tanto, Hong Cha-young. Ti amo che fa male,” Vincenzo muttered.

“Hm. Translate?”

“No translation for that, mio adorabile avvocatessa.”

Vincenzo Cassano’s home is here. By his side. Since she made her way towards him, he will eternally hold her hand and never let go of her.

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