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

Gone?! Francescas eyes widened, fire igniting within those pretty hazel-green orbs. She had seen her father and brother go mental over her desire for other men in her life besides themGiuseppe had even gone so far as to attack their driver, who was simply being courteous and helping her out of the limo on a windy day. In Francescas opinion, it was absolutely ridiculous. She was perfectly capable of handling herself, not being weak in the slightest definition of the word. She knew how to fire a gun, where to touch a man to render him helplessShe had even knocked her older brother to the ground once..but that was not truly a big accomplishment, Giuseppe wasnt the strongest of men.. His smile was pissing her off, and it took all of her strength not to lunge at him and send her perfectly manicured nails to claw at his lanky face! As he continued to gloat, that Sicilian entered the room, being immediately pointed out as the man whom had helped Sal not to be here tonightor any other night for that matter. Gone was gone. Departed. Dead. Finito . Tears glimmering in her eyes, not for any love of Sal whom had really just been refreshing company for her, but for the fact that yet again the bars upon her cage had strengthened. She felt herself suffocating within the walls of her own home! She would have gone after Giuseppe, had their father not started to groanImmediately Francescas rage towards the situation melted as she returned to her fathers side, placing her hand over his gently, her eyes turning immediately to concern. Papa? She knelt down, grasping his hand still as Giuseppe and his new goon sulked out of the office. Antonio, whom had watched the scene play out exactly how he had imagined it, took the Dons medication from the first drawer and offered it to him before the man took down the glass of water. Giuseppe has-a quite a tongue on him ehI cannot-a figure out if it is-a worse than-a his temper.. he chuckled somewhat, sitting down in the leather chair beside the desk, his back cracking slightly as he patted Don Vinchenzos back. Ey..You gonna be-a okay Vinnie? He tilted his head, the wrinkles in his face creasing a bit deeper, Cesca, get-a your papa some scotch. Francesca stood up after her father had composed himself, shaking her head, a scowl still on her pretty face. Ill fix you your tea Papa.. She sighed somewhat as she walked out of the office. Antonio sighed somewhat, leaning back in his chair as he brought his hand up to stroke his thin white beard. What-are you-a gonna do about your kids Vinnie.. He mused, a question that truly could be asked of any parent. Mafia families weren't so different really... Though her heart was still aching thinking of what torment Sal had gone through because of her, she could not upset her fatherWith his blood pressure and Giuseppe constantly hindering him, Francesca feared that an ill word from her may ultimately do the Don in. She loved her father, dearlyEnough to know that the true instigator behind this had stormed his way outside and had no doubt caused the car alarm that was blaring to go off. As Giuseppe made his way inside, Francesca snatched the cigarette from his hand and sharply slapped her brother before shoving at his shoulders, glaring heatedly at him. She was quite shorter than him, but from her posture and her stance, it seemed that she believed herself much biggerFrancesca wasnt in the slightest bit frightened of her brother, and more often than not he used his charm to sway his way back into her favor..but not tonight or so she had convinced herself What the hell is wrong with you Giuseppe?? She hissed, putting out the cigarette in one of the rose vases, dousing it in the water before flicking it out the open door. I told you to stop fucking spying on me! She narrowed her eyes, hands upon her hips now which caused her back to curve, her breasts now all the more on display, Did Sal brag to you? Is that it? About how he was a fucking gentleman to me?! God I cant stand you! She glared, storming away from him and out into the gardens where Luca stood. And you! The sound of her boots clicking upon the smooth stone walkway was elegant yet intense for a lady of graceful stature How dare you..How fucking dare you! Emotion had gotten the best of her..She should have known that a hit, especially an imported hit, would not have known anything about Sal or herOnly what he was told to do for his job. But regardless of this, Francesca still saw Sals blood on his hands, and she couldnt get the mans suffering image out of her mind..His anguished facehim whispering her name into her earpleading for herHer own palms were pushing against the taller mans chest as tears streamed down her face, with the same strength of a feather against a mountainside You fucking killed him! She sobbed, falling to her knees onto the cold ground before the Sicilian man, her head bowed into her hands.. Such was the life She should have known..