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Giovanni Dattalo was on top of the world as he and his wife arrived at the party. Thrown for him by several "business associates", it was a celebration of freedom...his freedom, to be specific. Long known in the city as the man in charge of much of the criminal enterprise, the darkly handsome man in his mid thirties had spent much of the past two years battling a murder charge that had provided him with many sleepless nights. If convicted, he would have faced life in prison despite an otherwise clean record.
Stepping into the room, Giovanni shook hands with the men putting on the party and introduced his wife to one of them that she had not met, but all the while his bright blue eyes were scanning the room. It was his attorney, the reason that this party was even happening, that he was looking for. He'd spent a lot of time over those two years with her, probably more than he had with his latest trophy wife, and had not yet had a chance to properly thank her for the hard work and long nights she had put into seeing that he remained a free man. This was something he fully intended to put right, beginning that night.
Stepping into the room, Giovanni shook hands with the men putting on the party and introduced his wife to one of them that she had not met, but all the while his bright blue eyes were scanning the room. It was his attorney, the reason that this party was even happening, that he was looking for. He'd spent a lot of time over those two years with her, probably more than he had with his latest trophy wife, and had not yet had a chance to properly thank her for the hard work and long nights she had put into seeing that he remained a free man. This was something he fully intended to put right, beginning that night.