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

Giuseppe hugged the porcelain toilet bowl as he continued to vomit, with the sound of incoming footsteps and then a gentle hand on his back he knew it was his Sister. As she spoke he could not reply as he vomited again. My drink was drugged!... Iam gonna kill that barmen when he shows his fuckin face!.. Giuseppe lied in his defence, Francesca was right and that fact alone pissed of Giuseppe. Even though his head was pounding as if a pinball bounced around inside his cranium and he was throwing up all sorts of grotesque colours and smells, Giuseppe still found time to show his dominance to his Sister. Vinchenzo had not long woke and had stopped in Giuseppe's doorway as he made his way down stair for breakfast. The old man weas clad simply in a oair of black silk pajamas and a red velvet right gown both items of clothing had the family crest embroided on the left side of the chest like a badge of honour. Vinchenzo shook his head in disapointment. Giuseppe was needed today after the fiasco yesterday. With a sigh Vincenzo made his way down stairs to the dineing room where he awaited his breakfast. The house had a 2 cook, 3 maids and a butler named Mario Romano Jr whom at the age of 24 had took over his retired fathers duties at the Guilliano estate. As Vinchenzo sat in a throne like chair at one end of the long dineing talbe in the grand dining room. Around him his miads were busy tidying up the house in preperation for the arrival of the family, whilst Mario was busy serveing breakfast to his master. Mario Romano Senior had been a loyal servan to Guilliano family and was a freind of Vinchenzo's from the old country. As he continued to cough and splutter whilst he seemed to have vomited all he could, Giuseppe turned to face his sister. Call Luca!.. He said simply beofre quicky returning to the toilet to vomit some more. Giuseppe was a and was still clad in his clothes from yesterday which he had slept in. It was looking grim for his appearance later at the meeting. Luca as always had been awake since dawn, since his wake he had done 20 press ups eaten breakfast, showered and dressed. Luca lived in a old apartment above one of Giuseppe's brothals. it was one of Giuseppe's safehouses and also a private room for when he wanted to 'train' his employees. With all the noise that came from below Luca still somehow managed to sleep. Clad as usual in his black leather jacket, black shirt, black leather gloves, black trousers and black boots. Back home he would tend to wear less black and indeed less clothing but here in America it was begining to get cold as winter set in. Luca was sat on his couch watching TV when his cell rang. Buon giorno... He answered, he was suprised to hear Francesca's voice. He listened to her quick call. Arrivederci giusto.. He replied as he hung up the call. Within a hour Luca arrived at the estate, once again via a taxi. Luca made his way towards the house passing the usuall gathering of mafiosos and cars. As he entered the house the sounds of the billiards room caught his attention as did the man outside the dons office. Luca looked the man over breifly before walking into the billiards room. Luca was known to very few people in the family, after all he was more or less Giuseppe's private killer. Though Giuseppe was no where to be seen and neither was Francesca. Luca walked over to the bar and leaned against it. As the barmen approached him, Luca was quick to answer. Acqua, per favore.. Luca said simply and was soon given a glass of water. Luca took the glass and turn so to lean on the bar with his lower back as he awaited Giuseppe or Francesca. Meanwhile back upstairs Giuseppe was just out the shower and still looked worse than Sal did after he choked on his own cock. Giuseppe stood in just a pair of black silk boxer shorts as he desperately searched his closet for a suit. God damnit!.. He shouted as he found nothing but leisure wear and a tuxido. Seeing as this wasnt any sort of party he needed to look his best. His best suit he had slept in and was splattered with vomit. Giveing up his search he sat on the edge of his bed for a moment and began to rub his head as it continued to ache. With a sigh he gave into the situation and was quick to pull a red shirt and a pair of white slacks from the closet. Accompanied by a pair of black loafers he looked like a bad guy from a bad 80's cop show. Giuseppe then made his way down stairs, the sounds of the billiards room made his head hurt more so he seeked santuary in his father's office. Giuseppe looked to the blonde man outside the office and in his agony lashed out at the man whos eyes were hidden behind tinted glass. WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING LOOKING AT?! He yelled as he stood infront of the man be for pulling a switch blade from his pocket and letting the blade flick out. Giuseppe sudden interest in this mysterious man caught the attention of those in the billiards room who soon all fell silent. Luca downed his water and set the empty glass on the bar and casually made his way to Giuseppe. Luca now stood behind Giuseppe. Giuseppe looked back over his shoulder to Luca. What the fuck do you want, Iceman?! He shouted again this time turning his anger onto Luca. Luca remained silent and showed no emotion. Though in his head he was thinking how easilly he could disarm an kill Giuseppe if he really wanted to.