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

Antonio chuckled a bit, leaning back in his seat as he took a long drag of the cigar. Smoke escaping the broken corners of his mouth, pouring over his old chapped lips as he listened to the Dons plan of establishing unity through this proposed marriage. Just like-a the old country, eh? He chortled a bit, tapping the ashes onto a tray on the table before taking a sip of scotch. Sons ran the business, daughters helped preserve itEveryone had their role. Amongst the numerous issues of the American Cosa Nostra, was that people were trying to forget their rolesSons no longer wanted to take over the family business, not Giuseppe though, that boy was waiting with bated breath for his old man to dieDaughters were trying to escape from the families grasp, choosing their own husbands and pursuing career paths that brought no benefit home at all. Francesca had done well so far, a dutiful daughter in every way, save for the issue of marriage The Consiglerie slid his tongue against the back of his teeth, a sharp clicking noise as he tasted the last bit of scotch on his tongue. When are you gonna tell-a Francesca? So soon after you knock-a Sal off? Ah, mi scuzi Don , so soon-a after Luca knock-a him off. Speakin of, you think it-a good idea to keep Sicilian around Giuseppe? They no tolerate-a lot of-a bullshit He chuckled, saying this with utmost fondness and jest as he took another drag on his cigar. Antonio was Consiglerie for a reason after all, and was perhaps the only man who could live after criticizing the Dons children. He did this not out of anything ill, but in order to help further the family. They couldnt have the branches weakening after all.. Francesca meanwhile, was uncaring of the distant crowd who were more fearful than sympathetic at seeing the Dons daughter in tears. It was never a good thing when Cesca criedSomeone usually ended up dead... Well, in this case someone already was, but nevertheless someone would payThe feeling of his hands upon her arms soothed her slightly..He was strong, but not like the other few whom had ever touched her..Not even like Sal, whom had been rather strong for being several years older than her brother, but nothing like this man..His voice was silky she could feel his words caressing across her entire body. For a moment, her aching heart seemed to stir, before writhing again as the man dared to question why she was crying. Why.. She almost laughed as she stood up straight, tears sparkling still on her lovely face as she looked up at the man. Was he really ignorant of his crime, or was he just that fucking dense. Why? Go ask my rat faced brother why! She removed the mans hands from her arms, her plump red lips quivering slightly as her thin brows narrowed angrily at the imported hit You tell Giuseppe that Im fucking done with him..and I mean it this time, Her entire body felt as if it was falling apart as she stormed back into the house, without another word to the Sicilian whose hands she could still feel upon her arms He had not held her firmly by any means, not enough to bruise her fair skin, but he had touched her..And despite her age, it was rare for anyone to ever be permitted to touch her... Fire burning in her eyes and upon the tip of her tongue, she prepared her fathers tea, as well as a cup for Antonio, and walked back to his office, sighing in a tone much like a dissatisfied wife as she saw the scotch on the table. Papa! Nun si po alcohol! She set the tea down in front of her father and took the already empty glasses as well as the bottle of scotch, replacing them in her fathers private liquor cabinet, which she was quite keen on buying a lock for. After they were stored away, she walked back to his desk and sat down in the chair by Antonio, crossing her legs elegantly, seeming very worn out despite the early hour of the afternoon..