Vittore's POV
"Are you ready mamma?" I asked my mother as she picked up her bag and put it over her shoulders.
"Of course I am sweetheart," she said and tightened the straps. I sighed.
"Oh don't be so sad Vittore. I'll just be a few weeks then when I come back, we can have diner like always and give thanks. I believe in you. I know you'll manage to take out that mafia you need to," my mother said and smiled, walking over and holding my ace in my hands.
"I know you don't want to go but you-"
"I have to I know Vittore. It's ok. I don't mind. You're just trying to protect me so I thank you," my mother whispered, her thumbs brushing my cheeks as she sighed.
"I'm so proud of you sweetheart. I really am," my mother said, her eyes watering slightly but her smile was as blinding as ever. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep you from your father but-"