Realistic or Modern Organized Crime

[No More Pretending]

"Will do, boss," the guy said. He smiled a bit. "No wonder you've been in such a good mood."

 

[Zemfro]

"Of course! She makes me as happy as ever. Wouldn't want anything to happen to her." He laughs lightly, "Her smile is my everything and I just...sweet Christ shes amazing." He runs his hand over the shipment then sighs, "I'm heading out. Have a few shots on me fellas." He waves and walks out.

 

[No More Pretending]

The man turned to the others. "I hope they get married if it means he'll be like this more," he chuckled as he grabbed a bottle. "Shots?"

 

[Zemfro]

Later that night he was arguing with himself if he should come in a full suit or just slacks and a vest. Ultimately he settled with the slacks and vest and showed up to her house early. Three minutes early to be exact, he pulled out the rosses and knocked on the door. He couldn't help but smile, he was just likr a kid in a candy store.

 

[No More Pretending]

Her father opened the door. "I don't really like roses, but thank you," he joked, stepping aside. "Please come on in. Dinner is almost ready."

 

[Zemfro]

He laughed and stepped inside. "So, Mr. O'Brien, how was your day?" He says with a smirk. "Hard work on the rails today?"

 

[No More Pretending]

"Well, actually I had this week off. Tomorrow, I'm hopping on the train to Santa Fe."

 

[Zemfro]

"Ah. Should be a wonderful ride." He nods and looks to see where Lynn was.

 

[No More Pretending]

Lynn was humming softly as she checked on the meal she'd made. It was simple beef and potatoes, but she'd made a nice dessert.

 

[Zemfro]

He walked into the kitchen and knocked on the frame, "Hey there stranger." He smirked. "How are you?"

 

[No More Pretending]

"I'm great," she said, turning to face him. Her eyes lit up. "You brought roses?"

 

[Zemfro]

"Of course." He offered them to her with a little smile. "Just thought I ought to give you this."

 

[No More Pretending]

She took them happily. "They're gorgeous... roses are my favorite. Thank you, Toni!" She kissed his cheek.

 

[Zemfro]

He smiled, "Anything for you, my dear. So need any help in here or...?"

 

[No More Pretending]

She smiled. "No. It's all done. Please have a seat at the table. Would you like something to drink? I made lemonade."

 

[Zemfro]

He smiled, "Ah thank you so much darling." He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek then walks back to the front and takes a seat.

 

[No More Pretending]

She poured him a glass of lemonade. Her copper curls swayed as she turned to face him. "How was your day?"

 

[Zemfro]

He sighed happily, from her turning it almost took the breath out of him, "It's been great but now its amazing."

 

[No More Pretending]

The corners of her bright eyes crinkled up and she let out a little giggle. "You're too sweet..."

Her father took a seat across from him, clearing his throat. "So how's business, Antonio?" he asked him, taking a drink of his lemonade.

 

[Zemfro]

He looked to him and smiled, "Well its a little bit of a bad thing but business is booming. But I am getting a good work out of it and making more money with each person I manage to get into our policy." He circles the glass with the tip of his finger.

 

[No More Pretending]

He leaned forward. "What is your plan in the next five years, Antonio?"

 

[Zemfro]

He smirked, "Become something bigger in my life. Not just limit myself to that same desk. Move up and become a manager or just take the business as my own. And, it may be a bit presumptuous but I'd like to still be with you're daughter, sir."

 

[No More Pretending]

"As long as you're willing to commit and I'm kept in the loop, Antonio," he said with a nod. "What kind of family do you want?"

 

[Zemfro]

"A functional one. I want to be able to provide for my family and take care of anything she asks of me. She has put a smile on me that won't go away. She deserves only the best from me." He nods firmly. "And as for kids, if thats what you mean. I'll leave that up to her." He chuckled.

 

[No More Pretending]

He chuckled, looking at his daughter. "A real big timer, ain't he?" He turned back to face him.