Mr. Regnante [Mafioso Book#1] (SAMPLE)

Chapter II: The Diner

The sound of birds chirping and the wind whistling through the trees infiltrated the glass surface of the windows. Carried across the curtain's fabric; the music echoing through the room along with the rhythmic breathing of the sole inhabitant.

The tranquillity disrupted only by the nerve-grating device.

The breathing, once smooth and even, halted for a second before being exhaled with a sigh.

Within a few moments of the ringing, the sound turned off before the owner sat up in bed. The sheets pooling at his waist as his obsidian tresses were a mess and sticking up in all odd angels as he ran a hand through them. His blue eyes shone bright in the dimness of the room before he scratched at his nape. Stretching his arms over his head, he let out a content sigh before placing his feet on the cold wooden floor.

Standing in front of his curtains, he pulled them apart to watch the sun shining bright and bring life to the land. The gardeners' tending to the flowers, grounds being patrolled by guards, and no doubt the area outside his door being cleaned by the maids and servants.

The alert tone of his phone had the man turn towards the sound.

Making his way to the device, he glanced at the screen, a small smile quirking at his lips as he typed back a response.

A knock on the door had him redirect his attention to the surface before looking back down at the screen.

"Come in."

"Good morning, sir." A man in his late 20's and in a suit, greeted with a bow of his head. "Would you like breakfast?"

"That is quite alright, Major. I'll be heading out for breakfast." He informed while tossing the phone onto the bed.

"Of course, sir,"

"Dismissed," Arcangelo stated as the man gave another bow of his head and made his way out the bedroom.

Placing a hand on his bullet wound, Arcangelo stood in silent thoughts before shaking his head and making his way out the door. Pattering across the hallway, he opened the white door, looking into the dimly lit bedroom. Chuckling under his breath, he made his way inside.

A little boy lay on the queen sized bed, partially falling off, and completely sprawled over the mattress. Leaning down, Arcangelo gently ruffled his hair, before calling out to him.

"Arsenio, buddy, it's time to get up." He said as the boy stirred. "Come on, your Aunt Alyna is waiting for us with Claudia."

"No kindergarten?" Arsenio slurred in response as he shuffled onto his bed.

His question had his uncle let out a short laugh before shaking his head.

"Yes, kindergarten." He informed as he lifted the little boy, holding the 6-year-old in his arms. "We're going out for breakfast then I'll drop you off at kindergarten, okay?"

"Okay." The little boy yawned before rubbing his eyes.

"Alright. Go get changed and then we'll leave."

He nodded in response before jumping out of his uncle's arms and running towards his bathroom.

Standing up from the bed, Arcangelo looked around at the various toys in his nephew's room, before his gaze halted at a portrait of his brother and sister in law: Arsenio's parents.

Turning away from the picture, he returned to his room before going to freshen up. Adorning a two-piece grey suit with a white button-up, he fixed his cufflinks and sprayed on some cologne, he grabbed his essentials before making his way out the door and down the two flights of stairs.