Sorry, it is cancelled.
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Enrico's POV
"Release the lady immediately. I want to know what the hell is going on here. Who is Tony Marcelli?" I ask.
I am here to deliver the contract to Tony Marcelli. I know his fiancée has something to do with his contract. She is Megan Pistone. Sometimes, I do not understand why women do anything to win a man's heart. I do not know why she would give him a billion-dollar contract. Can't he make it on his own? I had nothing handed to me, and I despise Tony Marcelli, who uses a woman to get somewhere in life.
"I am Tony Marcelli, and who are you?" a young man answers. I do not like his face. Maybe I am prejudiced because I know what he is doing—using a woman for her money.
"I am representing the Casella family. Who is the woman on the floor? Why is she kneeling in front of you?" I ask.
"Oh honey, look, not even the representative of the Casella family knows who the b***h is." A young woman says.
Oh, she must be the Pistone woman. No wonder she is so desperate to get Tony. She's not very good-looking. She's dressing cheaply. I expected more class from Donna Pistone. Unlike the woman on the ground, Donna Pistone has too much makeup. The lady looks classy and worthy of being in the Casella family's presence. I cannot leave the woman on the ground. I do not like men beating women, and I do not like Don Sala. I know him very well. He likes to show off his powers but is nothing in the Italian Mafia.
What is he doing here anyway? Why did he hit the woman?
"I have a name. You can call me Don Erico Falco. Don Sala, I want an explanation. Why were you hitting this woman?" I ask.
My heart goes out to her. I do not like men or anybody to mistreat women. I respect women very much. My mother and grandmother taught me to respect women.
"She was insulting Tony and…" Before he can finish, I stop him.
"Take her to my car. I will not allow anybody to insult anyone today." I say.
I want to save the poor woman. I can see that she is classy, and her dress and jewels are expensive, but that is not why I want to save her. I know she is only a helpless woman who needs my help. I cannot let them bully her anymore. She must be from an influential family. I will not allow this Pistone b***h to insult her like this.
"Wait! Please do not give him the contract. I am Megan Pistone." The woman says.
I looked at her ring finger and saw she had no ring. I know Don Casella told me that she was engaged to Tony. She is trying to take on the identity of Donna Pistone. I do not know what is going on here, and I do not want to piss off the Pistone or Castella family.
"Please, do not pretend." I say.
"I can proof it. Do you see the yellow Lamborghini over there? I bought it, and only my fingerprint can open it." She says.
I am not in the mood for all of this. I want to go home, deal with my grandmother and Mia, and tell them there will be no wedding.
I nod to my men to take her to my car. Perhaps she is desperate for a husband and will be willing to marry me for a while on a contract of cause. I do not want a woman desperate for a man's attention who wants to spoil him with birthday and engagement gifts. My grandmother wants me to marry Mia, my childhood friend, but I do not like her as a wife. She is like a sister to me. My grandmother will not let me inherit the family money or businesses unless I am married.
"Why don't you call Don Castella and ask him who I am?" The woman says.
Why doesn't she give up with this farce? I do not have time for other people's drama. If she agrees to marry me tonight, we will get married immediately. I know a priest and how to get a license immediately. I want to sign this contract and return to my house, hopefully with a wife. The woman is beautiful, and I won't mind having her by my side. I won't mind calling her my wife, even only by name.
"What do you have to do with him? Why are you so desperate to stop this contract signing?" I ask, irritated.
"I was his fiancée. I worked my ass off to get him where he is today. And now he is getting engaged to another woman. Do you think I want him to have that contract?" The woman says.
Oh, so he had another woman before he took the Pistone woman.
I nod to my men to take her to my car. I will use her situation to make her marry me. She was pretending to be Megan Pistone. She does not want the wrath of the Pistone family on her.
I take out the contract. I want the signing to be over and done with. I told everybody to move inside so that we could do the signing.
"I need to get this contract back to Don Casella before ten tonight." I say as we walk into the building.
I can't see Tony smile from ear to ear. He can't take his eyes off the car. A yellow Lamborghini. Really? The Pistone woman is spoiling this guy. I don't have much respect for her because she must be desperate for a man. Well, by the way, she looks. I cannot blame her. How can the daughter of the godfather be so desperate for a man?
We walk into the bank with the room where the table is prepared, and we will sign a contract. I go and sit down. But before I can sit down, my phone rings, and I see it is Don Casella.
I get up and walk out to talk to him. I am annoyed after talking to him. Everybody is waiting for me as I walk back into the room. I do not know what Tony did to piss off Don Casella, but I cannot wait to tell him the news.
Tonight was just a waste of my time.
I have not signed on behalf of the Casella family yet, and Tony has not had the time to sign yet. They are ready to take videos about this significant occasion.
I walked to the table, picked up the contract, and walked to the door.
"Wait! Where are you going? We have not signed the contract yet!" Tony says.
Donna Pistone tries to stop me, but I push her gently out of the way.
"Listen, I do not know what you have done to piss off Don Casella. He cancelled the contract. He will no longer be doing business with you. So get out of my way. I need to go." I say.
Tony looks like a fish on dry ground, gasping for air. Donna Pistone is pale.
"It can not be! I have arranged for that contract!" Donna shouts.
"Donna Pistone, maybe you should talk to your uncle." I say.
I do not listen to the rest of what they have to say. I walk out of the building, tear up the contract, and throw it in the trash.
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