Thread: The Mob Boss Daughter [Benigna and Love'sRequim]

Joseph boarded the plane bound for Italy, Sicily. As he took his first class seat, memories of her flashed in his mind. The night before that he was to leave Sicily, he did not get to see her for the Don kept him busy with instructions and dossier on the operations in New York. Of course, he knew that the Don deliberately kept him till the wee hours of the morning preventing him from seeing his daughter to at least say good bye to her. How he missed her laughter, her smile and the way that she kissed him. As with most good relationships, they had hot sex. It was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Sure he knew that Willow would be sore, hurt and feeling violated, and he had a lot of explaining to do in order to appease her. He knew her temperament well. No amount of candy or gifts would move her heart, that much he knew. What was he to do? Disobey her father and risked being killed and had his body dump in a sewer like some worthless dog? Even if that were the case, he should at least call her or send her a post card right? That would work if he had the time. The daily operations of the New York side kept him so busy that he had hardly any time left for himself. In any case, he had better come up with some real good answers if he got to see her once he set foot in Italy. By the time the plane landed in Italy, it was 8pm. His own men were there to pick him up and drove him straight to the Dons residence where he was expected. The revenge for Moranos death has yet to be done and he made sure that whoever that killed Morano would pay dearly. As he sat foot into the Dons resident, he was straightaway shown to his chambers. Joseph looked around the house as he walked towards the chamber hoping to catch a glimpse of Willow. To his disappointment, he did not and sighed heavily. He must somehow touch base with her. Ah, Joseph! Welcome back! the Don said as he entered his chamber in his Italian accent. You had a good flight no? Thank you Don. The flight was great. Good. You may stay at my residence while you are in Italy. You must be tired, he paused ringing a bell to summon one of his servants, Alfredo will show you to your room. We talk tomorrow. Yes, Don. Thank you. Joseph said kissing the Dons ring. Alfredo was a tall lean man. He was 45 and had served the Don for the past 20 years. No one knew his background and he was extremely loyal to the Don. If you would come this way, Joseph. he said turning towards the door motioning Joseph to follow him. Without another word, Joseph followed Alfredo as he led the way to his room. He was surprised that the Don did not keep him like he did when he was asked to go to America. Then, a thought ran thru his head, could it be that Willow is not in Italy? Or has she moved out of the mansion? Curiosity got the better of him, perhaps, Alfredo could shed some light on the subject. He started by making small talk to which Alfredo responded a little irritated. Alfredo, is Miss Willow in Italy? I heard that she loved to travel. Yes, sir. She is in Italy. In fact, she is in her room resting. Id advise you not to disturb her, Dons orders. Alfredo said flatly. I see. Thank you Alfredo. After awhile, they reached his room with Alfredo holding the door open for him. Have a good nights rest, sir. You will need it. he said. Joseph knew where Willows room was, it would be hard for him to resist the urge to go to her room to see her. Well, at least to hold her in his arms and tell her how sorry he was for not telling her good bye and not calling her all these years. Looking at the time, he knew she was not asleep yet nor was the Don. If he were to sneaked out of his room and go to hers, he was sure that one way or another, the Don would catch wind of it. Well, wasnt he the one who would risk everything just to have her back? The love in his heart for her won over his fear of being found out. He stepped out of his room and crept silently towards her room.