The Mafia's Desired Dreams.

"Zeno, you should get ready," says Marco, who had just arrived some minutes earlier. Zeno nods compliantly, taking one last look at the direction she had gone in before walking away into his room.

He had other matters to handle at the moment, like the problem with Frankie Carbone, a former member of The Hoard.

The Hoard, it was a group of ten affluent and high status people. Usually eleven in number, until former member Frankie Carbone decided to go against the Mafia boss and run things on his own. But that was not the problem. The problem was the kind of crimes he committed, they were the kind of things Zeno stood against.

Yes he was the crime boss, but there were some things he never dirtied his hands with, things like human trafficking, and taking of young girls and selling them off to perverted pedophiles. All these things he was disgusted with, and all these things Frankie Carbone was into.

Running some huge casinos, making sure that gamblers that came into his casinos didn't leave with a full pocket, taking care of some scum of society, money laundering, and some other kind of organized crime were how Zeno made his billions, but never through human trafficking. He also made it his rule to never involve women and children in his feud with a person.

Never involve the family, even if he threatened a person with their loved ones, he never really went anywhere near them. His business was with a person, and not the person's family.

IN the last meeting with The Hoard, he'd made it clear to them that whoever was still in contact with Frankie, and was doing business with the man should come clean before the next meeting, or else face the consequences.

He could easily kill the man and just end the whole thing, but Frankie still had major influence in some territorues, and it might end in an all out war between gangs.

So first, he'd have to break his wings, and when he's no longer able to fly, then_ then he'd end him.

"Are you ready?" Marco asks as Zeno steps out, neatly dressed up in a white suit, matching it with a black mask to cover his face.

He'd been the Mafia King for some years now, but the members of The Hoard didn't know his face, except for Edoardo, who was also one of the members.

"Let's go." Majestically, they walk out of the house together, but just as they were about to step into the car, he paused.

"Marco, hold on a sec, let me check on Luna." He says and instantly runs off, he could not think straight knowing that he'd hurt her.

It was always like this, if ever he was the cause of her depression, he'd never feel alright until he set things straight. And now, he needed to set things straight to be able to function at the meeting later on.

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

She heard the knock on her door, and she had a feeling she knew who it was, so she ran from near the window where she'd been gazing off, to her bed. She covered herself up, pretending to be asleep.

"Piccola, I can hear you running in there, so I'm coming in." He states, and he turns the door knob and pushes the door open, taking the mask off his face as he walks into her room.

Slowly he approached her bed, she was all covered up, from head to toe, and a soft smile tugged the corner of his lips.

Gently, he sits on the side of the bed…

"I'm sorry." were the first words he said, and her grip on the sheets over her face loosened. "It's not because of you, you're not the reason why I—I mean, it's not because of your body size that I don't know your age, it's all just me. I wasn't paying attention. I didn't realize how much time had gone by, I guess I just thought that uh, that things were like five years ago, so don't mind a word I said back there, you know you're perfect just the way you are."

He tenderly pulls the sheets from her face. He leans in closer to her, and places a kiss on her forehead, and in syncing breaths, with her eyes still closed, she drowned herself in his scent, taking in the feel of his lips on her head.

"Sweet dreams, My Little Luna" he says and Lords! She liked it when he called her Piccola, but she loved it even more when he said My Little Luna. It sounded more personal, more intimate. Calling her his little moon made her feel like she belonged to him, and that was all she really wanted.

To be his.

{Earlier that day.}

How to make the man I love look at me; this was what she had spent the early hours of her morning searching for on the internet.

"Maybe I'm not typing in the right words; How to seduce the man I love." were the next words she typed onto her laptop. All she needed were tips on how to make him love her back, tips on how to look beautiful so he'd notice her as a worthy woman.

"If you're always clinging to him before, put a slight distance between yourselves now," she read out loud. "they say a person never values or notices what is right under their noses until that thing leaves, so try staying away from him for a while, that way he'd miss you and realize how much he wants you." Luna didn't like this idea one bit.

"What the hell is this one saying? I'm trying to seduce him, not breakup when I haven't even started dating him yet. Tsk. The person who wrote this thing is quite dumb. He'll only notice me if I stick around him like glue." She hissed and moved on to the next site.

"Start doing the things he likes." she read out loud again. A smile rose to her face as she liked what this site was saying. "step two, make yourself present in almost every place he is, step three, take something from his personality, maybe like the kind of products he uses and use it too, or you can make a part of you like a part of him too, as a sign of your love for him. If he has bright eyes, you can dye your hair color to match his eyes, that way he'd notice you." She nods to herself.

"I've decided, I'm going to dye my hair the color of Zee's eyes. I'll dye my hair blue."