44. ELEGY

~ Damon ~ - - - - - ONE WEEK LATER - - - - - Wearing an all black attire was not a new thing for Damon. That was pretty much the rule for being in the mafia. One must look as sleek and as put together as possible, yet also mysterious and uncompromising. Putting on a black tie and a black suit in the morning was like second nature to him. But today, it felt heavier than usual. Standing in front of the floor length mirror, Damon was in his usual three-piece black suit and tie. He looked at the suit fondly and remembered the day he got them. This was one of the first suits he got after taking over the family. It was a gift, hand-sewed and imported from Italy, courtesy of his then consigliere.  “Fúcking hell, you look as sharp as a motherfucker,” Adrian said as he stood behind Damon in that same mirror.  This was not a dream. This was Damon’s memory. Almost ten years ago, Damon stood at this very spot with Adrian next to him. They had just been through the Red Wedding where their rival fam