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

Francesca carried as much as her brothers weight as the Sicilian allowed her too, though he seemed like he was ready to pick up the drunken man and toss him anywhere he could get away with it judging by the speed of his pace. She couldnt blame him however, this was not exactly a fond impression of his boss.. Nothing was said the entire walk upstairs, Francesca went about almost ignoring the other mans presence entirely as she removed her brothers shoes and rolled him onto his back so he didnt choke on his own spit while he slept. All of this was done calmly, elegantly, as if it were ritual and common practice for her. The women of the family may not be involved with the actual business, but they certainly dealt with the repercussions and side effects of what went on in the worlds of their men Surely it must have been odd, as both times Francesca had been seen by the conscious man in the room, she had been in tears or on the brink of them. This was not a side of her she had been proud to have shown, as expectations on strength were nearly as vital for daughters as they were for sons, but nevertheless, she appeared almost completely different than she had when barging outside to confront Luca in the gardens. There was still a great amount of strength in her presence, but no tears clouded her lovely hazel eyes at that moment. She leaned over, causing her skirt to rise in the back to show off the thin black lace of her panties, as she kissed her brothers forehead. The very man she had been cursing out and wanted nothing to do with only hours agoBut he was family, her bloodand she doubted that the Sicilian had even understood what she had been screaming about earlier, so he would not ridicule what seemed to be a hypocritical statement on her part.. As the sound of Giuseppes snores filled the room, she gestured the other man to be quiet and to follow her out of the room..Something she found incredibly idiotic considering the man barely spokeAfter shutting the door behind them, she brushed a curl away from her face, her ample breasts bouncing with the movement of her arm. Hell be awake in a few hours Im sure if you planned on waiting for him.. She said, glancing up at the man from beneath thick black lashes. Though I cant guarantee what sort of mood hell be in then She shrugged somewhat, turning on her heel to start walking back towards her room, deciding that ultimately she wanted to say nothing more to the hired hit whose only difference from the other lackies was that he happened to be from the old country However, a few steps away from her door, Francesca paused. Her hand had stretched out to open the door to her room, but hung there as if held up by strings in the air..frozen, in mid motion. Her eyes had caught glance of a diamond bracelet which hung from her wrist..One with the initials SNM engraved onto the inside. She swallowed, hard, and slipped the jeweled loop off her wrist before walking back down the hall. Look..I know he was just another job to you, and theres probably not anything left of She paused, her lips quivering as she shook her head, Actually, dont tell meI dont want to know and I know you dont carebut do me a favor and wherever you dumped Saljust toss this with him.. She took the Sicilians hand and placed the bracelet it in his palm, her fingertips lingering upon his wrist as well as upon the bracelets jewels for a moment, before she stepped back. Pawn it if you want...just take it, I dont want it anymore.