The Mafia's Desired Dreams.

"F*ck!!!" with all his might he picked up the bottle of whiskey and smashed it hard into the wall.

"Ah_Ahh_Ah!" Marco who stood outside all the while heard the angry scream, it wasn't something unusual, he'd gotten used to it by now. But he still ran inside anyway, he had to make sure Zeno wasn't doing anything stupid like cutting himself.

Although he had not attempted suicide for a while now, it was a common thing for him during the first year of his wife's passing. He had sunk into depression back then. It was the darkest time of Zeno Silvestri's life.

Seated on the ground, back against the wall, elbows propped upon his knees. Marco's eyes glanced over his knuckles that were spitted and bleeding, then over the wall just some feet above where he sat, he saw the dent and blood stains there. He breathed a pitiful sigh of relief.

Taking a seat on the ground next to his boss and friend, Marco sat there quietly. He was his boss, yes, but they'd been through life-threatening situations together, they'd made it this far by watching each other's back. They were more like brothers than boss and subordinate.

"Marco,"

"Hm."

"Sono stanco." He confessed. "I'm so tired of living."

"I know Zee, I know." He nods, placing a comforting hand over his shoulder.

Burying his face in his palms, he could only show this side to some certain people in his life, and Marco was one of them. In front of every other person, he either had to be the great and sophisticated President of Vino Rosato during the day, or the feared and dangerous Mafia King at night.

But he was not like that in front of Marco. As long as it was just the two of them in the room, he could drop all that load of being the boss.

"Tidy up, I'll drive you home," Marco said. As lonely as it always seemed there because of Ara's absence, Marco knew that still, that place was his best comfort.

***

"Papa, aren't you guys through with the stupid meeting? How much longer are you people going to keep my DK?" Luna called, she'd been waiting and waiting for hours and Zeno just wasn't back yet.

He'd apologized to her for his rude remarks so she wasn't mad at him anymore. The fact that he was yet to return home worried her deeply.

"Luna my dear, you call your father in the middle of the night while I'm having my beauty sleep, and you're not even asking about me, but your DK, don't you have his number? It's not like he's a baby or anything, the meeting ended ages ago. If you want to know his whereabouts, call him and ask him_tsk" he irritably clicks his tongue and ends the call.

"This man is getting more and more unsupportive and disloyal the older he gets." she hisses. It wasn't like she had anything she needed to say to him in particular, she just felt like waiting up for him.

The past two days in his mansion, and she'd noticed he never slept sober. Both times he was completely drunk, she just wanted to see if he'd come back home drunk tonight again.

"Maybe I should try calling Marco again."

***

The ride back to his mansion was always the longest, it was the home he shared with her. Heavily guarded, it was a highly secured place, at least so he thought before she was killed right in the middle of all that security.

Life was hard for him. He opens the glass of whisky he had carried with him from the villa and begins to gulp it down, ignoring the burning in his throat. It was as though he was trying to choke himself to death.

Although his vision was becoming blurry, he could see the house coming into view, his head was out the window. He watched as the gates slid open, and they drove into the mass of land, tall trees on both sides greeted them as they drove in. Soon the building itself in all its wonder appeared in front of them.

It was almost a castle, every brick and tile was placed majestically, with huge gargoyles in front of the pillars.

Just like this he would ride back home, and she would at most times run out to meet him, he could still feel it, that sensation that enveloped him each time he swept her off her feet and up into his arms. The pure bliss he felt.

Staggering a bit, he steps out of the car, Marco comes to help him stand straight, but he waves the man away and walks in on his own.

"DK!" At the sound of her bubbly voice, a snickering laugh left his lips. He longed to hear his wife's voice but it was just his piccola.