The Mafia Don's Second Chance
Episode # 5
He stood before the large mirror, his broad shoulders were hunched, his reflection showing the wear of stress on his face.
His fingers brush against his tie, straightening it for the hundredth time.
Behind him stood Paolo with his arms crossed, his face filled with concern.
PAOLO VIKTOR (ML's brother)
Marco.
*he started, his voice steady but gentle*
I understand why you're acting like this. But you have to face the truth. You can't keep being like this.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*his eyes stayed fixed on his own reflection, he momentarily remained silent before he spoke*
This isn't about what you think it is.
*he murmured, not turning around*
It's not about that.
PAOLO VIKTOR (ML's brother)
It is about it, Marco. I know you're in pain, but denying it won't help. You've tried everything, and...
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
I don't need your help or a therapist help.
*he snapped, cutting him off*
This...this is about the boy. He needs rest.
PAOLO VIKTOR (ML's brother)
*he signed, watching him closely*
Marco, the boy's not the problem. You are. You're pushing yourself too hard, and it's starting to show. People are starting to notice. You can't keep pretending you're fine.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched*
I'm not weak.
*he growled*
I'm fine. I accepted that I can't have kids my own. I'm fine.
PAOLO VIKTOR (ML's brother)
Look at yourself.
*he said his voice softer now*
You're not. And it's okay to admit it. It's okay to get help.
For long moment, the two stood there, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.
Marco finally turned away from the mirror, his face hard.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
I'm not weak. I'm fine.
*he repeated, his voice barely a whisper now*
Paolo watched him, unsure of what else to say.
Marco stood at the edge of the garden, watched Angela and her son.
They were sitting on the grass, the boy laughing as she brushed his hair from his face. He hadn't seen her but something about her felt familiar.
After a moment,he stepped forward,his shoes crunching on the gravel.
ANGELA (FL)
*she looked up, her eyes sharp but warm*
Her son smiled,upon seeing Marco, but she quickly hushed him, standing up.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
Can I have a word?
*he asked, his voice low*
ANGELA (FL)
*she nodded, the smile on her face fading as she glanced at her son*
Just a moment.
*he said to her boy before she followed Marco to a quieter spot in the garden*
~THE QUIETER SPOT IN THE GARDEN ~
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*he watched her closely, studying her as if searching for something*
Have we met before?
*he asked, his voice soft but pressing*
ANGELA (FL)
*she shook her head*
No.
MARCO VIKTOR (ML)
*he forced a small smile, his gaze never leaving her face*
Then...where is the father of your son? Who is he?
ANGELA (FL)
*her expression shifted, just for a moment, her eyes tightened, her jaw clenched. The smile she had for her son was gone, replaced with something cold*
They stood there, face to face, and the silence between them stretched long.
ANGELA (FL)
*she didn't answer, her lips pressed tightly together as if the question had opened something painful inside her*
Marco watched her carefully waiting,but she didn't speak.
♡𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 ♡
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