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

The only-a other person I talk to with such things is to a God my friend, and he already-a knows what is been and what is to come.. He nodded, though he understood Don Vinchenzos need for such stern words..Giuseppe would no doubt throw a fit at Francescas marriage to anyone, but young Giovanni was not exactly Giuseppes greatest friend. They were future Dons, so they had to tolerate one another for nowbut it had been some time since such an arrangement between families were made. The Guillianos and the Morettis feud had been one that was almost as old as the Mafiosa in this areas existence. Something had to be done, no doubt. Antonio however knew, as well as anyone else whom knew the girl, that Francesca had tasted the life of a modern woman, and would no doubt resist an arranged marriage to any man, As for a the Sicilian, if you-a trust him, I will as-a well. Your judgment has always-a been true He nodded, taking another drag on his cigarette as Francesca entered. He chortled softly again as the girl took away their scotch, chastising them both in such a maternal fashion. The Consiglerie made the motion of the crucifix along with his Don at the mention of the late Maria Guilliano. Such a beautiful woman, a bit curious, but other than that she was the epitome of what a wife should be. Dio riposa la sua anima.. Her daughter had certainly taken on the responsibilities of her mother without question. Francesca made certain her father kept with his pills, and tried her best to keep an eye on his diet...Though keeping a man from his bacon in the morning was certainly not a pretty sight. Typically, Cesca said nothing..but when she said nothing, it was far worse when she actually made a comment..Italian women were quite famous for striking silent daggers with a slight quirk of their brow, and Francesca was no exception. She leaned over her father and kissed his forehead again, placing her hand atop of his arm gently as he began to slightly tear up at the thought of her mother. Perche ti amo Papa.. she smiled, stroking his cheek affectionately as he sipped at the tea. She had sensed an important conversation had been halted by her presence, so she started towards the door slightly smiling, for the moment allowing the situation about Sal to pass for the sake of her fathers heart.. Drink your tea Papa, and you too Antonio! She smiled beautifully over her shoulder, Antonio raising the cup to her to show he would do so, before exiting the room and walking down towards the bar where she could hear Giuseppes obnoxious laughter louder than the blaring bass from the speakers hooked up around the house. The sound made that smile vanish entirely from her pretty lips, sending her skin into a crawling fit. Clearly, the older members of the family had departed, as the sound pulsing through the speakers was more suitable for a club than any proper gathering. As Francesca opened the door to the bar and billiards room of the Guilliano estate, a wave of smoke came in her direction. She waved her hand in front of her face somewhat, walking into the room filled with men in clean pressed suits and poised postures...All save for her brother, who was slumped around the Sicilians neck with an empty bottle in his hand...Though it would have pleased her immensely to just leave the idiot here to wake up coated in his own vomit, the Capos would be returning in the morning to receive assignments, and if Giuseppe had not made it up the stairs before passing out, the sight of his only son and heir laid out on the recently steamed carpet would not go over well at all with Don Vinchenzo, whose patience and health were wearing thin enough already. Giuseppe.. She sighed somewhat, though rather amused at just how uncomfortable the Sicilian man looked with her brother as a pendant around his neck. Lupi She sighed, biting her tongue on the word as she walked over and gently took the empty bottle from his hand, setting it on the counter. After glaring at the barkeep, whom had obviously tried to tell the Boss son hed had enough, Francesca moved her hands against her brothers face calmly, stroking his cheek as she forced a smile. Why dont I walk you upstairs Lupi your new friend can come too. She said, smiling oh so sweetly up to Luca. She wasnt about to carry Giuseppes heavy ass all the way upstairs alone like she usually had to do, as he would lash out at anyone else who tried to touch himHowever he seemed to be clinging to this man already, and if this Sicilian hit was so keen on blindly doing her brothers dirty work without question, he could take part in a fraction of the shit she had to put up with on a daily basis.