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

Francesca had not anticipated a response of any sort from the Sicilian, so her look of surprise was genuine when suddenly she felt the soft pressure of his hand upon her own. Captivated by his voice, her green-hazel eyes curiously admired him behind a veil of intrigue as she listened to such a personal detail of his life. I am so sorry.. She said softly, feeling her fingertips caress against his palm as he withdrew from her. SorryAs if sorry would mean anything, or ever truly meant anything to anyone before especially people like them, whom had seen what they hadDeath was not something to apologize forIt was just business. Sorry. She had instantly regretted saying it, as it felt so silly and chickish as Giuseppe would have said had he not been passed out already. But she had meant itshe had lost her mother already, but Francesca couldnt bear the thought of losing her father.. She stood there, watching the Sicilian Buona notte Her voice softly responded, bringing her hand to her side, still curled in the position he had held it in. Her eyes followed him down the stairs, remaining in contact with his as he paused to look back. A small smile curled upon her lips, but she couldnt place why..The man had killed Sal! No doubt in a horrifically brutal fashion! And yet here she was exchanging pleasantries and shy glances with him! Rubbing her hand immediately against her side, as if to wipe some unseen dirt, she scoffed at herself and walked back to her room. No doubt her father would retire at some late hour, and Antonio would return to his home for a few simple hours of sleep before returning early in the morning. Antonio was always there before she woke up, though he claimed to go home every so often. Had there been a Mrs. Porello, she would not have been very pleasedDespite his old age however there were many Miss Porellos, called such by association and by no conduction of religion. Girls as young as Francesca evenIt was a wonder what some would do for a piece of Cosa Nostra cash The next morning, Francesca awoke to what sounded like some sort of recently tranquilized bear groaning in bitter agonyA sound so loud it seemed like the beast was in her room! However, upon further inspection, said bear turned out to be Giuseppe in his bathroom, and the tranquilizer induced agony was merely the resulting hangover form having cleared the bar out of scotch the night before. Dressed in her black lace nightgown and a white silk robe which hung only slightly farther than the dress she had been wearing yesterday, Francesca rubbed her brothers back slightly as he curled over the porcelain seat. This is what you get for drinking so much Lupi, you know your stomach cant handle so much alcohol.. She shook her head slightly, wiping a damp cloth across his forehead before picking up one of the house phones as well as her brothers cell. She walked out into his bedroom, so no unnecessary noises could be heard in the background, and dialed the number of the Sicilian hit.. Its Francesca, She said shortly, as if he should be expecting her, From the little coherent statements Giuseppes made this morning, he said he wants you over here as soon as possible..I suggest you hurry up. Whenever he arrived, he would find on his way in, the sound of gruff Italian laughter coming from the billiards room, as well as the sound of clinking glasses and billiard ballsThe Capos were awaiting their assignments from the Boss, but there was one man standing at the far end of the hall near Don Vinchenzos officeSlicked back greasy blonde hair, dressed in a pinstripe suit that was far too tight in most areas, he stood with his arms crossed behind his back Sunglasses still inside, his posture completely frozen as if he had been shot, stuffed, and put on display in that very spot