The Mafia Don's Second Chance
Episode # 1
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The room was tense, the air thick with anger. Don Marco Viktor slammed his fist on the doctor's desk, the papers scattering everywhere. His face was red, eyes wild with rage.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
What do you mean I can't have kids?!
*he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls*
You're telling me...me...that I can't have an heir? You better be lying, Doc, or I swear...
DR. BROWN
*his sweating and as he tried to stay calm, his hands trembling as he adjusted his glasses*
Don Marco, please. The accident caused severe damage, the procedure... there's nothing we can do. I'm sorry, but...
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
Sorry?
*his voice cracked like thunder*
You're sorry?! You're telling me I can't carry on my bloodline, that all my work... Everything I've built ...ends with me? You're going to make me look like a fool?!
*he took a step forward, towering over the doctor, his fists clenched at his sides*
DR. BROWN
*he gulped, shrinking back in his chair*
I...I don't...
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
Enough!
*he roared, grabbing the doctor's collar and pulled him halfway out of his seat*
Do you have any idea what you've done to me? Do you?!
His younger brother, Paolo stepped into the room.
PAOLO VIKTOR (ML's brother)
*his expression was serious, calm*
Marco, that's enough.
*he said firmly, stepping between the two men*
Marco's eyes flashed with fury, but he stopped, his chest heaving with every breath. He was still angry, but the sight of Paolo held him back.
PAOLO VIKTOR (ML's brother)
You don't want to do something you'll regret.
*he said, his voice low but steady*
This isn't the doctor's fault, and you know it. Let's go.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*his eyes flickered from his brother back to the doctor, who was shaking in his chair*
For a moment, he looked like he might explode again, but then he let harsh breath. He shoved the doctor back into his eat.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*glaring at him one last time*
You better pray I never see you again.
*he growled, before storming out of the room*
Paolo following closely behind, hands on his shoulders, guiding him out before he could lash out any further.
The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the doctor to breathe a shaky sigh of relief.
In the dim cozy, corner of cafe.
Angela wiped down the counter,her hand trembling slightly as she polished the ceramic mugs.
The cafe tucked away on a narrow, street in the heart of Naples, was just beginning to bustle with usual crowd of regulars.
Angela's manager watched her from behind the counter, her sharp eyes noticing the bruise on Angela's wrist.
Kate had known Angela for months now, and she had a feeling there was more to the girl's quiet demeanor than she let on.
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
Angie.
*she said softly, stepping closer*
Let me see your hand.
ANGELA (FL)
*she flinched, her heart racing. She quickly tucked her hand beneath the counter, trying to hide the bruise.*
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
*with a firm voice*
Don't hide it, please
ANGELA (FL)
*reluctantly, she pulled her hand out and let it rest on the counter.*
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
*her gaze softened with concern as she gently touched her wrist*
Who did this to you?
*she asked, her voice barely above a whisper*
ANGELA (FL)
*she looked down,her face flushed with shame*
She didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to admit it. But Kate's gaze was insistent,and the kindness in her eyes made the words spill out before she could stop them.
ANGELA (FL)
it's... nothing.
*she murmured, her voice shaky*
It's just something that happened.
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
*she shook her head, her lips pressed together in frustration*
You don't have to lie to me. You're here every day, working so hard, and I've seen the way you carry yourself, like you're afraid to speak up.
*she paused*
This isn't, nothing, Angie. It's him, isn't it? The man you live with?
ANGELA (FL)
*she nodded, her eyes welling with unshed tears, she bit her lip, trying to push them back*
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
*she took a deep breath, leaning in closer, her voice quiet but firm*
You need to leave him
*she said*
I don't care what he says or what he does. You cannot stay with him. If you do, one day you'll end up losing your life in that man's arms.
ANGELA (FL)
I want to.
*she whispered*
I...I don't have enough money. I can't send my son to a new school or move somewhere far from here. Where would I go? What would I do?
Kate nodded slowly, her heart aching for her. She understood the weight of her words, the suffocating grip of financial despair, the lack of options.
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
I know.
*she said gently, her hand resting on her shoulder*
But you can't stay with him. For your sake. For your son's. There are people who can help, and there's always a way, even if it's hard to see it right now.
ANGELA (FL)
*she looked down at her hand, the bruise now more than just a mark on her skin*
I just... I don't know how.
*she murmured,her voice small*
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
*she squeezed her shoulder once more, offering comfort*
Take it one step at a time. First get away from him. After that, get away from him. After that, we'll figure out the rest. You don't have to do it alone.
ANGELA (FL)
*she met her eyes ,her lips trembling with the beginning of hope*
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
*she nodded in understanding,them turned to the counter, grabbing a cloth to clean up*
I'll cover for you today. Take the afternoon off. Go home, think about what I said.
ANGELA (FL)
*she didn't speak, but she gave a small nod*
She stepped out of the cafe.
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Episode # 2
Cigars burned lazily in ashtrays, the smoke curling in the air, mixing with the low hum of murmured voices.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*he sat at the head of the table, his sharp eyes scanning the room, his mind was elsewhere*
The doctor's words echoed in his head more vivid than any business conversation or threats from rivals.
He clenched his jaw now, trying to focus on the matter at hand, but his thoughts kept slipping back to that sterile office, the doctor delivery the news.
VINCE ( Marco's underboss/ Friend)
*he cleared his throat, snapping Marco from his reverie*
Boss?
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*he blinked, slowly returning to the present, the faces around him waiting*
There was concern in Marco's eyes, the others watching him carefully.
VINCE ( Marco's underboss/ Friend)
What is wrong? You seem so distant.
*he asked*
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*he sat up straighter, his eyes narrowing, he forced a smile*
Nothing. Just... something on my mind.
His men weren't convinced. Vince exchanged a glance with the others, sensing something deeper, but no one dared to press.
VINCE ( Marco's underboss/ Friend)
*still, sifted forward in his chair, leaning toward Marco*
Are you sure, boss? If something's wrong...
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*his eyes flickered to Vince for a brief moment, the lie didn't feel like enough, his gaze hardened*
I'm good. It's nothing. Just...a bad night's sleep.
*he inhaled sharply, standing up from his chair*
Meeting's over for today. I'll be in my office. We'll talk later.
There was a brief silence, the men exchanging glances,but they knew better than to argue. They rose, murmuring their goodbyes as they left the room.
VINCE ( Marco's underboss/ Friend)
*for a moment, his gaze lingered on Marco with concern, but even he knew when to step away*
Marco waited until the door shut behind them, he remained standing in the center of the room.
Slowly,he moved to the window.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*let out a quiet breath, then ran a hand through his hair, staring at out at the city below*
The thought of never having children, never passing on his name, left a cold ache in his chest.
The bus was nearly empty, the soft hum of its engine mingling with a low murmur of distant concessions.
At the back, near the window, Angela cradled her Five-year-old son in her arms.
His small body was limp, his breath steady and deep in the peaceful sleep of a child who had known only too many restless nights.
ANGELA (FL)
*her fingers gently brushed the soft curls on his forehead, as if to reassure herself that he was safe*
Beside her, Kate stood in the aisle. She had helped in the quietest way with money, enough for a bus ticket, enough to get her away, away from him.
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
Remember, you don't have to do this alone.
*she whispered, glancing at the little boy's sleeping form*
I'll be here when you need me. I'll...
ANGELA (FL)
I know.
*she interrupted softly,her voice breaking despite herself*
I'll be fine. I just...I just need to get away. Somewhere far. Somewhere...safe.
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
*she hesitated momentarily, then leaned in, pressing a kiss of Angela's forehead*
You're strong. You've got this. You deserve better. Both of you.
The bus's wheels squealed slightly as it slowed for an upcoming stop.
KATE (FL's manager/Bestie)
*she gave her one last tight hug before pulling back, she nodded her voice steady*
Take care of him, okay? And take care of yourself.
ANGELA (FL)
*she managed a small shaky smile*
I will.Thank you for everything.
As Kate stepped off the bus, the doors slid closed with a hiss.
The bus lurched forward, and she watched as Angela disappeared into the dim streetlight, with teary eyes.
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Episode # 3
Marco drove along the empty street, he absentmindedly flicked the wheel, barely noticing the road ahead.
But then, in the distance, he saw a woman walking briskly along, a small child beside her.
It was Angela, carrying bags.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*he slowed, his sharp gaze narrowing. Something didn't sit right.*
Angela moved quickly, almost as if she were trying to escape something. Her son stumbled now and then, but she kept her pace.
ANGELA (FL)
*her eyes that nervously to the cars that passed.*
Marco passed them at first, the rearview mirror reflecting their figures growing smaller behind him.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*But something gnawed at him. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.*
What the hell am I doing?
*he muttered to himself*
He turned the wheel sharply and with a deep exhale, drove back.
He pulled up slowly beside them, rolling the window down just a crack.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
Hey.
*his voice low but authoritative*
ANGELA (FL)
*she stopped, her eyes flicking to him with suspicion and wariness*
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
Where are you headed?
*he asked, not sounding like a man who was merely curious, but like a man who expected an answer*
ANGELA (FL)
*she hesitated, then took a step back, clutching her son's hand tighter*
We're fine. Just...just on our way home.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
At this hour?
*he pressed, his voice even but insistent*
He could tell she was nervous, and the son's slow, stumbling gait only confirmed something was off.
ANGELA (FL)
I told you. We're fine
*she repeated*
Marco wasn't a man who took no for an answer. His sedan slowed to match their pace, the wheels barely turning now as he hovered alongside them.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
Listen, it's late, and you're not fine. Where are you going? I can help.
ANGELA (FL)
No,, thank you.
*she snapped quickly, her face tense*
We're just fine.
She quickened her step, her free hand reaching down to support her son, who had begun to drag behind.
Marco watched the child's wobbly legs, the exhausted slump of his little body, and then world seemed to still for a moment.
And then, without warning, the child collapsed.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*his eyes widened, without thinking, he threw the car into park and slammed the door open, he rushed toward them.*
ANGELA (FL)
*she gasped, kneeling beside her son*
No!
*she cried, but her hands trembled as she tried to lift the boy*
Marco didn't hesitate. He was beside her in a heartbeat kneeling, his hands scooping the child up effortlessly.
ANGELA (FL)
*she recoiled, her voice tight with panic*
What are you doing?!
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
Shut up and get in the damn car!
*he barked, icily*
Your child's life matters now, stop being stubborn.
Angela froze for a moment fear in her eyes as she looked up at him. She opened her mouth to protest again, but when she was her son's face pale and barely conscious. She closed it with snap,her expression one of helplessness.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
Get. In. The. Car.
*he repeated, this time with more Force, he wasn't asking*
Angela scrambled to her feet and without a word, she climbed into the car.
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