like father, like son, c

I'm here to work, I'm not here to fuck around

Giovanni licked his silver tooth as he stepped into his brother's club. Claude's bulk was enough to warn the drunks not to raise their voices with him. A grim expression painted the don's face, heavy in the floating giggles and clinking glasses.

Giovanni's eyes strapped the women as they always did, though, his expression remained cold and humorless. Business hung in his mind. His hands were loose in his pockets and a cigarette limply hung between his lips. He looked out of place in his fine suit.

"Jesus Christ, where is he?" Papa muttered, despising how felt lost. He shouldn't have to crane his neck to speak with son. "Clemente!" he barked, raising his powerful voice to make a fuss. More people stepped out of his way. When he spotted the kid, his two fingers lifted and motioned for his son to approach.

@clemente