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

For fucks sake Giuseppe calm the fuck down! Francesca hissed, having tolerated him greedily snatching the items from her hands as if saying what took you so long, and rushed over to salvage their parents wedding photo before someone stepped on it. As her brother scowled and began to root through their fathers personal belongings, Francesca scooped the glass and broken frame into the rubbish bin, placing the photo on the desk and picking up the bottle of asprin that had been thrown. She clicked open the seal with ease and set it on the desk, narrowing her eyes. Giuseppe! Heres the damn aspirin now fucking take it and get dressed out of your damn skeezer clothes.. She rolled her eyes slightly, walking over to Luca and taking his arm gently. Look I know you arent the errand boy, but if my father finds out that Giuseppes broken that frame then youll be missing a boss for a while She smiled almost, catching a twinge of satisfaction in the hits eyes, Go up to my room, on the second floor across from Giuseppes, and take the white frame off my desk...Just take the picture out of it, no one will notice.. Sending Luca out of the room, she locked the door to force anyone who wanted to enter, to knock. She would say that Giuseppe was changing, which indeed he would have to anyway, but for the moment she was losing her own temper with her spoiled Prince of a brother. If things continued the way they were now, the meeting tonight would turn into a total disaster. If their father lost his temper and kicked Giuseppe out of the family, not even Francesca could help him then. She seized her brothers wrist, with a strength that was not expected from a woman of her size, but one that her older brother should have immediately recognized as a sign his sister had had enough. What the hell is wrong with you today Giuseppe?? Do you enjoy making an ass of yourself? Hm! Her grip on his wrist tightened, tugging him in the direction of the sofa where his clothes were laid out. However instead of telling him to get dressed, she pushed her brother over the arm of the couch, pinning her knee against his back and keeping her weight down on him to keep him still, her hand reaching down to grab his hair. We can do this the simple way or the hard way Lupi , its up to you...You can fix your fucking attitude or I will -make- you fix it Antonio had meanwhile sent for the messenger, taking his own seat to the right of Don Vinchenzo. After giving a courteous bow, the Messenger removed his sunglasses and tucked them in his pocket, revealing a heavy scar across his left eye..The eye itself milky white in most areas, with what appeared like etch marks on the top layer..the shape of which would have to be determined by closer inspection. Greetins and good day Don Gulliano The messenger began, an accent more based in Boston than anything else. He walked with a slight skip to his step, his neatly polished snake skin boots squeaking slightly on the floor, moving down the side of the long dining table, adjusting his collar with a sneerish grin upon his face. My Don, Signore Moretti, is quite eager to hear ya decision on the proposal brought up durin ya last sit down, The Messenger paused, running his tongue over his teeth as if in thought, Ah, and Signore Giovanni wished me to bid salutations to ya and yours as well..