The Mafia's Desired Dreams.

{Somewhere else in the city}

Sitting in front of a desk with an unlit cigar twirling in his hand, Marco patiently waited for the doctor's report. "So are they clean?" Marco asks.

"Yes, all three of them are clean sir." The doctor replied.

Marco nodded. With no further questions, he stood up and walked out of the office where three blonde ladies were seated.

He had to present one of them to his boss. Since all three of them passed the health check, he had to choose the one that fitted his boss's preferences the most.

And what was his boss's preference in women? A woman that looked like his dead wife. Long blonde hair, curled to be precise, blue eyes, slightly pale lips, full round chest, and perfectly curved hips.

That was what Ara looked like. She was a truly beautiful woman who brought light into Zeno's life, and with her death came darkness. Zeno was still stuck in that darkness, still stuck in the past. Always having sex with women that looked like her, always searching for her in those women.

It's been five years since her death. Marco thought his boss would move on in time, but five years later, he still searched for her. Still longed for her. For a man who had never really loved so deeply before, Marco could not fully understand his friend's plight, but one thing was certain, he didn't want Zeno to remain the way he was.

"You," He points at the girl in the middle with wavy hair. "Come with me." He says and with a victorious smirk on her face, she arose while the other two annoyingly rolled their eyes, picked their bags and went on their way.

Calmly, he walked out of the small clinic with the lady he chose. Two black cars were parked outside. Some men in black suits come running out of the cars.

"Take her to 'The Place'" Marco says to one of them.

"Yes sir." The man bows slightly and ushers the lady into the backseat.

"No, give me the keys. You guys go with them." He says to the man who was about to open his own car door for him. The man hands over the keys and joins the others in the other car with the Lady.

Marco stares at his watch and breathes out. It was just past seven. He pushes his cigar into his mouth and pulls out his cellphone.

"Done anytime soon?" He sent the text to his boss whose number was saved as Zee on his phone.

"No. Will probably be here another hour." Zeno texted back.

"Tsk." Marco clicked his tongue and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He takes the cigar from his mouth and goes back to twirling it around his fingers, "One hour," He sighs, "What do I do in the next one hour?"

It was just another bubbling night in the streets. It had poured down heavily earlier in the day. But now all that remained as evidence of the rain that had hammered down were the wet grounds, and a cool, calm breeze that stretched to every deep and dark corner of the streets. The smell of the night breeze was quite pleasant so Marco decided to take a walk.

Yellow street lights, and blinding lights from distinct buildings gave the night a rather dazzling appeal. Tourists, giggling and pointing as they walked the brilliant streets. Vendors chanting and singing just to advertise their goods. Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins.

Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley.

The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves so making out in a dark corner was rather foolish. "They could get a room." He muttered to himself.

As he walks further, he sees a huge glittering sign board that says, "Rico's Bar." Something about the glittering lights of the bar's name annoyed him. It was as tacky as any other around the area yet something about that particular one made him click his tongue in annoyance.

Then he says to himself, "Let's go in and see." and so, he walks into the bar. Loud music is playing, people minding their business, and he quickly noticed they didn't have that much customers.

Must have been driven away by the huge glittering sign, he thought to himself.

He sits himself down by the counter and orders a shot of whiskey. "I might as well just patiently wait an hour out here." He mutters to himself as the attendant slides him his glass of whiskey.

At least that was his plan.