Julie looked the man up an down quickly and she instantly knew who he was. Although he had aged a lot since the last time she saw him he still looked the same. Very arrogant ,very Italian and just as handsome as his sons.

Augusto DiAngelo. The Italian Mafia's former don and Alessio's father.

While she was appraising him the man was doing the same with her. But disapproval was written all over his face.

Maybe if she had know she would have put on a dress and looked proper ,Julie thought then laughed at herself in her mind. Like hell I would, she mused.

Her dark tight jeans, t-shirt...