Thread: La Cosa Nostra [ Blackthrone & Fruit ]

The elections were held in my father's basement. Only members of the family were invited and, aside from myself, they were all males. Hopefully their cocks won't unite them against me , I remember thinking as I heard Peter Little conclude his little speech on why he deserved the family's leadership. Compared to Marco Romano's speech, Peter's had more logic and less passion, which is why he stood no chance at winning , I thought. Mobsters wanted a leader who was as dedicated to the cause as they were. They were the ones risking their necks on the streets and a spirited leader they could rely on is what they needed out of this election. Peter could negotiate his way even to the US presidency, but winning the Mafia election is not nearly as easy. You needed both heart and brains, and you needed wealth and connections. To win the US elections you just needed to be the better liar and fuck the right businessman's daughter. My speech was short and direct. I reminded them of everything my father fought for and achieved, and promised them that I'd continue his quest to expand our territory and further our business. I didn't exactly get a standing ovation but I saw some heads nodding shyly, some smiled, and my few loyal supporters found the balls to clap every time I paused. I thought it went well up until Ricky Bianchi decided to speak up and ruin it. And after you become our boss, missy, will you still go back to whoring with politicians? His sharp words caught me by surprise. We silently but tensely stared into each other's eyes from across the room. People began to shuffle in their seats and whisper to one another while I flushed all shades of red and flustered to find words. Excuse me? was all I managed to utter, and as soon as the words left my lips, I knew I was washing my neck for the executioner. I saw you and Teddy Burke going into a hotel the other day he declared almost proudly, and I acted surprised at his accusation. Tell me, Teresa, did you spit or swallow?. And just like that, the mob erupted into chaos. The room was almost shaking with people hurling insults at one another, This is the boss's DAUGHTER he's trying to implicate here someone yelled from across the room. If they believed I was fucking Burke then it was either I was in love with him or I was whoring myself for political favors - and who knew which of the two was the more abhorrent crime? The Mafia despised sexual dealings just as much as they loathed the government, and a sexual dealing with a member of the government was enough reason for them to outright shoot me on spot. I swallowed as if I was answering Ricky's question. I met with Burke, but I never fucked him, I solemnly lied. So you only planned with him to get the boss killed? That's comforting!. Again, the room boiled with insults and accusations, and they only grew louder when Ricky presented photographic evidence to back his claim that I met with Burke - I already admitted to meeting Ted. Why is he so proud of these photos? . He is MY FATHER! I slammed the table as hard as I could, successfully enforcing silence in the room. I'd never plot against him or have him hurt, let alone killed. You've got some nerves saying this while I'm mourning! Shame on you, Ricky. Shame!. I started weeping on the spot like a Hollywood actress, and this womanly weapon proved to be stronger than Ricky's photographs and sharp tongue. People looked ashamed to have considered this conspiracy, at least for a second, before Ricky opened his mouth again. So why did you meet Burke, if you don't mind me asking? All eyes turned towards me in anticipation for my response. I wiped my tears to buy more time to think, and then spoke with as much innocence I could muster, My father sent me to negotiate a deal with Burke. He's prepared to help us in the near future, but we still need to discuss a few more things... I can't say more... Boss wanted everything to be a secret. I sighed, and someone blurted out a blunt reminder - an unnecessary one - that my father is dead. I'll share everything with the new boss we'd elect. Needless to say, I wasn't the new boss, and Marco Romano called me to his room to learn about my dealings with the senator. FUCK..