Don Luccini’s Daughter
A man in control of his universe, Don Gino Luccini’s accent caressed every syllable, “Why are you here?”
Ray Gamba admired Sofia Luccini’s portrait. “To bring this killer to justice.”
“Forget justice.” The angry Mafioso smirked. “Bring him to me.”
Gamba squirmed. The alluring young lady in the painting appears to look back at him.
“I will pay you handsomely for delivering Sofia’s killer.”
“Forget your dirty money,” he cursed. Luccini would never understand I loved his daughter.
“Detective, you have no idea how I feel.”
Gamba sighed, if you only knew how I feel after accidentally shooting your daughter.
Photo taken from Google Images.
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