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

Even as respectable as Luca couldnt help but take in the view of Francesca's black lace panties as she attended to her brother. Standing silently like a dog awaiting its master's call he watched the young women with much attention. Though as soon as she turned back to him his gaze was quick to return to her face as she gestured him to leave the room. As he followed her he stood aside as she closed the door, now in the hallway alone with Francesca the hardened killer couldnt help but feel nervous. As her breasts bounced and her hips swayed he took in every movement as if his eyes were video cameras. All the women he had seen so far in America had been the tramps and whores Giuseppe had shown him. Giuseppe was a infact abit of a whore, useing his wealth and status as a means to impress the most easiest women. Giuseppe also ran a few brothals in town with the help of a few of the family's Capos. Though Francesca seemed to be a real women, much like those back in the old country. The American dream obviously have little affect on her besides her wanting to be free of the sovinist prison she called a home. Though Luca was brought back to reality as she began to speak again, once again about Sal. She was right to Luca Sal was just a job and all that remained were smouldered ashes which had probably been blown away. He gaze never left her as she walked back and forth to him and her room. As the bracelet was placed in his hand he felt her fingers touch his wrist, though he felt no guilt for what he had done he had never faced someone who cared for one of his victims. Gently his other hand moved over hers and presed down on it. Her hand and the bracelet were almost sandwhiched between his strong hands gently. His eyes looked up and locked eyes with Francesca. You may not beleive me but I know loss, a man like myself took my parants away when I was 10... Luca said in his best english, his acccent at time abit strange but he was after all still learning to speak English. As he told her this his mind began tp remember the events that unfolded after the bombing of his parents restuarant. I got my revenge though, a man like your Father gave me a gun and told me where the man who killed my parents lived.. I was still only 10 but I was so full of anger I did it! He said almost confessing to Francesca as if she was a preist. That fatefull night Luca broke into the hitman's apartment and shot him dead as he slept. He got away with it, after all witnesses thought nothing of a young boy running away from the sound of gun fire. This deed was also a sort of initiation set by Don Gino Mancini whom from then took Luca in and had him trained to kill. Sal how ever was also an initiation set by Vinchenzo to show his worth. Though Luca wouldnt speak of this to Francesca. Luca then let go of Francesca's hand. The bracelet came with his hands and was slid into the pocket of his leather jacket. Luca looked down to the women whom he towered over as he stood at 6'3. He nodded to her respectfully before turning towards the stairs which he began to decend. Arrivederci, Ah bona.. He said simply as he decended the stairs, confidently telling her she was a beautiful woman along with good bye. As Luca made it to the middle section of the stair case which led to a secondary stair case that led to the house's lobby he stopped brefily to look back to Francesca. He knew she would probably never forgive him for what he had done and for that reason not care for his story of how he came to be. After a couple of seconds he continued his way down the stairs and out of the front door. Once outside he began to make his way across the courtyard outside the house towards the main gate. It was now 905pm and had allready began to get dark.