Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

Patricia Pat Hunter Within moments, the last box of ammunition, weapons, and drugs left both Pat and Lucas' hands, landing on the floor of the van with a loud thud . Pat took advantage of knowing no more crates would need to be moved to lean against the inside of the van. Exhausted breaths were the only things the Salvatoris would hear from Pat and Lucas both as the two said nothing aloud, and simply regained their breath. You two wanna stay there? Alessandro jokingly asked. Fuck no! Lucas shot back. Pat chuckled softly, shaking his head from side to side before giving his own reply. No, thanks. A few more minutes and I'll be out. We both will, Lucas mumbled, Pat rolling their eyes in response. Every time I've tried to talk for you, you bitch back at me. Make up your mind. Goddamn punk ... Hey! Alessandro called back, the once playful tone quickly turning very serious. Not here. Not back home even. You know what? Lucas, you stay there? Bullshit! Why me?! Because you lose your cool way quicker than Pat. ... Tch ... Unfortunately, with that being the only argument to offer, it was otherwise clear Alessandro's judgement had been correct. Pat would walk out a few minutes later, offering the don's son an appreciative bow of his head before climbing in the back of the vehicle. Alright, guys. We'll very likely see you later. Sorry you had to hear that. Later! Once all the doors were closed, all of the members of the Veleno Familigia would move out of the theater and head back to their headquarters. Pat quietly closed his eyes, fairly assuming that once they returned, there would be quite a bit of work to be done. .... It hadn't been intentional. But somewhere in between riding in the car and keeping his eyes closed, it seemed Pat had fallen asleep. Light snickering and jesting made his eyes begin to open, the gentle shaking of his shoulders helping him fully awaken. You weren't tuckered out that quickly. Were ya? Leonardo teased. Not from the trip, no. But those crates and lifting them repeatedly? A bit. Leonardo and Alessandro would merely respond with a quick Heh, but keep it at that. Alessandro nodded behind Pat. Why not go get everything out and unpacked with Lucas? I'll take Pat to speak with my father regarding our invitation. ... You're really gonna take that up? Alessandro shrugged, as if to ask why not. We'd be more foolish to decline it. Wouldn't you agree? Leonardo started to open his mouth, only to halt as Alessandro rose a hand. Tell ya what - if it does bother you that much, I can see about requesting you to stay behind. But .... I don't know how well Father will take to hearing that. Leonardo scoffed in annoyance, eventually letting out an irked huff. Fine, fine. Don't give him any definite answer. Besides, it'll be his call in the end, so ... Alessandro flashed a knowing smirk, waiting for Pat to finish rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before walking inside with his friend. You did really well. They didn't give you trouble when you walked over, yes? Pat chuckled softly, You kidding? Didn't even check me. Alessandro's grin widened as he rubbed Pat's back softly. You may not have our surname, but you do us a great service. There was a slight pause before Alessandro's voice lowered, Between you and me? Some days, I feel you're more fit to take over. That made Pat's eyes widen. What ... really? Me? Yeah. But ... I kinda figured you'd react that way. I can't blame you. Even I'm not overly fond of the idea much, and I have no say. I definitely envy you, that's for damn sure. You got a lot more freedom than me. Anyway ... I digress. Let's go report back, shall we? Back at the Salvatori mansion, meanwhile, all of the women were staring downward at the floor. It was relatively easy to figure out which were - as Don Albert had worded it - 'disobedient' and which weren't. Even without Andreas making them open their mouths, the same look he'd seen earlier seemed ... more obvious. And, somehow, worse even. It was clear they were all trying to be brave. A few appeared ready to consider risking breaking into a run, even if it would cost them dearly. The Chinese woman , meanwhile, lifted her head as Andreas approached her. Her head turned away ... and for a few moments, it may have almost appeared as if Andreas had chosen incorrectly. Finally, however, she would speak, albeit in a very slow, steady tone. Yun ... Yun Liu. My English ... it's minimal. I hope it's good enough, though. What do you want? ... No. She knew that. It was a wishful thought, but the truth was, she knew and understood perfectly why she was here. So, instead, Yun asked what seemed like the next and most logical question to bring up. Where should we go, then?