Thread: The Don's Daughter (xMILENKOx & SnowGlassRoses)

do not worry my freind, I will wait for the right moment to tell her.. and for gods sake speak nothing of this matter to my son or anyone else!.. Vinchenzo replied in a stern manner, very rarely he rose his voice to Antonio but these rare occasions often were the result of Giuseppe angering the old man. As for the Scilian he has earned his keep, he is ver skilled and shows no mercy!.. His loyalty is true!.. my old freind Don Gino Mancini is a man of honour and would never do me wrong!.. Vinchenzo continued by defending Luca. After all in the past finding a good Hitman was hard, some would often take bribes from their targets in exchange for their lifes. Others would eventually slip up and end up in jail or in the river. Luca was 100 Sicilian, he had not been tainted by the ways of America like most of the family and espacially Giuseppe and Francesca. Luca had learned the hardships of life and was taken in by Don Gino Mancini after his parents were killed when their restuarant was bomb. Respectfully Luca remained silent as Francesca continued to shout at him. To him he had done nothing wrong, Luca had been brought up by devote roman catholic parants to him every person he killed was a sinner. Hell he had even killed a preist once after confessing to his crimes. As Francesca went back to the house, Luca sat for a moment trying to figure out what was her problem. Eventually he gave up thinking and stood up before makeing his way back to the house. Soon he joined, Giuseppe who in a drunken stuper greeted him with open arms. Hey! Its the iceman!.. He shouted as he threw a arm around Luca's shoulder and hung of him with a bottle of scotch in his other hand. Luca looked down to Giuseppe and shook his head. To Luca Giuseppe was nothing, unfortunatly he was his boss. A man who seemed content in liveing the American dream whilst playing the italian mafioso. Giuseppe continued to laugh and joke as he hung of Luca shoulder. Luca wished he was back in the old country, it was a shame there were witnesses whom saw him deliver a colombian necktie to a colombian drug dealer who was pushing his filth on Don Mancini streets. The victims neck was cut and his tongue pulled out through the wound, hanging like a tie. This was Don Mancini's message to the Colombians to stay out of Sicily. Though with it takeing place in the street there were far to many witnesses to 'take care of' some even women and children. The two groups Luca would never kill, well that was untill he met Giuseppe Guilliano a man who's brains appeared to be in his cock. As Francesca returned to her Father's office the convosation once again ended. Business was never discussed infront of a women, it was not her place to know what was going on. Vinchenzo's late wife spent her entired married life wondering what her husband was up too. A loveing smile replaced the frown on Vinchenzo's face as his daughter joined them once more with tea. As the scotch was taken from him he did not protest he merely continued to smile. Just like her dear sweet Mother, always takeing care of me.. Vinchenzo said to Antonio before makeing the crucifix with his hand touching his forehead, then stomach then each shoulder before kissing his hand. A single tear welled in his left eye, it had only been a year since his wife Maria lost her battle to cancer. He stubbed out what remained of his cigar into his ash tray before takeing the cup of tea and sipping it slowly. To behonest he prefered the scotch but had no intention to make his daughter worry. He casually wiped away the tear from his eye before smiling and nodding to Francesca. Grazie il mio dolce.. He thanked her simply as he began to once again relax and the pain in his chest had gone.