The gun held in his brother's hand shook. The barrel of the revolver was centered behind Feliciano's head, tapping it from the holder's unsure grip. The two full wine glasses dropped from his hands, splashing the dark alcohol on the floor. After the tinkling of glass settled, all was silent. All was still, apart from Romano's trembling. Feli's hands dropped down slowly to put them in his pockets. And they stood. And stood, and stood for what seemed for eternity. Feliciano dropped his head, clucking his tongue. Not facing his brother he spoke with a cracking voice,"Nice for you to stop by to say hello, brother. I missed you, you know. You being gone so long," he paused for a brief second, "During that time, I read in the newspapers about the extortions, robberies, murders and thought to myself, 'Nice to know I am related to one of the bastards who do this." A small laugh shook his body. The gun quivered more. Romano let out choked sound. The Don's cruel words shot through his head like a bullet, Vargas, if you don't carry out this hit, and I don't give a rat's ass if it is your brother or not, I will send someone after both of you. And I will make your brother's death slow, and your death slower. Won't that be entertaining to watch your fratello die? When you could have given him a painless, quick death? His teeth gritted in anger. That damned boss, once this was over he was going to kill him. He was going to kill his daughter in front of him. He was going to…be no better than him. This killing…why did he join the Sicilian Mafiosi in the first place. He might be living a happy life with his brother, maybe working in his restaurant. He might not be standing behind his brother with a gun pointed at his head. Was it the need to have power? To feel superior over everyone? The painful thoughts disappeared when he heard his little brother's calm voice again. "Romano…remember, when we came to America? On that large ship? A-and we had to leave behind all of our friends and life back in Sicily? I miss living there, do you?" he rambled on. Romano couldn't tell if he was prolonging his life or trying to tell him something. Feliciano could tell he was going to start crying, his eyes and nose stung and his throat was tightening. After wiping his eyes on his sleeve, he slowly turned to face his brother. And the muzzle of the revolver. Romano's cheeks were wet from silent tears, and his lip was quivering. Swallowing thickly, Feli continued in a whisper, "What if we went back to Sicily? I can find a boat, we can go back to our home, get different names, live a new life! You don't have to do this, Romano. You have a choice. Because if you kill me- no one else in this world will love you. You have no other family, Lovino." a sob racked in his body. "Besides, if my only family chooses to kill me over getting away from those monsters, I don't want to live." His little brother's, by only 3 years, callused hand brought themselves up to the gun barrel and pressed in to his forehead. "You have a choice, fratello."

What is this? Drab ble? Noi pl ot whatesovever?!

This was simply a pent up idea…short and sweet. I mean bitter.

I mean stupid.

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