Realistic or Modern Mafia Wars

[Arya Price]

Co-owned by

@Mia Moulop she can accept or deny characters.




Chicago, 1922




Welcome to Chicago in the 1920's. The ban on alcohol is backfiring and bootleggers and mobs are cashing in on it. There are two main rival families competing to be the best mobs:


The Caretti's: The Caretti's used to be the most violent mob there was. Then, at the birth of his youngest child, the mob boss became much less cruel, since when he tried to teach her of the mob way of life, but since he always cherished her, he didn't want to taint her innocence. He has never told his youngest child of the mob and intends to keep it that way. His daughter made him more merciful and now he doesn't hurt anyone he doesn't who he doesn't need to. If there is a possibility to show mercy without making it violent. They show remorse for who they kill and try to give them respect to the bodies and to their families. They are much better at bootlegging than the Varenzo's, they rival family.


The Varenzo's: The Varenzo's are much crueler than the Caretti family. They show no mercy to their enemies and show no remorse for who they kill and they have always done so. They show no respect to the bodies of those they kill and their families. They also enjoy mocking the Caretti's since the Varenzo's see the Caretti's as weak and spineless for showing so much mercy to the enemies. The Varenzo's have no idea how the Caretti's are so much better at bootlegging than they are.


Who will win in this mob war and who will fall? Will cruel or merciful win?


RULES:


1. No killing characters without consent from their creators.


2. No godmodding.


3. No perfect characters
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[Arya Price]

(Bump.)

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rosalie Caretti, or Rose as she was usually called, walked into the bathroom connected to her room. She was wearing a black chiffon robe with salmon pink flowers on it. It was rare that her long, golden blonde hair was down, but at the moment it was. Her dainty feet were bare. She filled the claw-foot tub with warm water. Once the tub was full, Rose stripped of her robe and got in the tub and washing herself. Once she was done, she was done, she exited the tub and dried herself off. Once she was dry, she put her robe back on and went back into her bedroom.


When she walked into her bedroom, she was greeted by her little black pug her father had recently got her. Rose had named the pug Lou, after her favorite actress, Louise Brooks. Lou was as dark as Louise Brooks' hair. Rose picked Lou up and put her on her lacy, pale pink bed. Rose went to her closet and picked out a pale pink dress with subtle golden flowers on the skirt. The dress was a robe de style, Rose's favorite style of dress. Rose put the dress on before going to her ivory vanity. She began brushing out her hair before putting it in the undo that she liked to wear her hair in. As Rose was about to go downstairs, she felt Lou brush up against her leg. She giggled and picked her up.


"Lou," said Rose with a laugh. Though Rose usually stuttered, she didn't do so when she spoke to Lou. "You have to stay up here. Daddy doesn't want you downstairs tonight." Rose set Lou down by a food and water dish. "There, you have plenty of food to keep you occupied. I'll be back before you know it."


Rose kissed Lou's head and walked out of the room. Her father was throwing a dinner party for some of his business associates. Rose had no idea what sort of business associates these people were, as her father had never told Rose anything about his work, no matter how much Rose asked him. Rose had given up on asking her father what sort of business he was in. Rose reached the parlor of her family's home and she went to sit on the couch and waited for everyone else to come down.

 

[SupremeCourtney]

Olive Caretti awoke to her dimly lit apartment as the sun was indeed starting to go down, in a complex not far from the Caretti estate. Preferring to live her private life outside the bounds of the family mansion, Olive opted to get her own apartment. It was a small, spartan thing. Minimally decorated overall, of course, not counting the dirty clothes strewn about her room and the kitchen sink in dire need of some serious washing.


Rolling onto her back on her back, she stretched her long limbs, limbs so long her big feet hung over the end of it, and gave a great yawn, cut short as she threw her arm over and realized there was a form sleeping beside her. Jumping up, she grabbed one of her throwing knifes from her nightstand and crept around the bed, only to find a guy about her age contently curled up in her quilt. Olive's face cracked into a smile and she chuckled quietly."Crazy night," she whispered to herself, undoubtedly the gentleman from the local bar would agree wholeheartedly when he awoke as well.


Sadly, Olive wouldn't be around to greet him. She began to search for a relatively clean suit, finding a tan thing that would almost be acceptable at a formal occasion, but not quite, as was Olive's style. She made sure to grab her gun holster, containing two lovely pistols she had just recently acquired, a twin pair of lugers as well as her trusty throwing knives, simple little things, but deadly sharp. Throwing the suit on to cover up her elaborate back tattoo and tossing a hat on top of her messy short hair, Olive hummed to her door, swinging it open and yelling "SEE YA!," as she slammed the door, undoubtedly waking her bedroom companion.


A short walk was all it took before Olive made it to the mansion, various guests and members of the "pack" she recognized had already started to pull up in their fancy cars and with their expensive wives. A Caretti event was always an event of class, a attribute she loved to go against. Making it to the door first, a butler opened the door and with a tip of her hat to the kind gent, she sauntered around the corner, only to see her lovely little sister perched on the couch, like an elegant little dove."I swear," she called to her, Olive leaning against the entrance-way of the parlor as she lit a cigarette and looked back up at her sibling,"you just get more damned pretty for your own good every time I see ya, punk," she said, with a sly wink.

 

[TheStoicist]

Vince checked himself in the mirror and did a last once-over his sleeves with the lint roll before setting the brush down and straightening out his vest. This was an important dinner party, and he refused to be any source of embarrassment for his father.


As he opened the door to leave his rooms, he wondered once again at why father was allowing Rose to attend this party, typically she wasn't allowed to attend parties with the intention that this one had in mind. But Vince had long ago learned not to question his father, it wasn't his place to anyway, and when it came to his younger sister, his father was full of surprises. When he arrived in the parlor, Vince smiled immediately upon seeing his sisters waiting in there and did not hesitate to take a few long strides and bend over to kiss Rose affectionately on the forehead,


"Good evening Rosie, I'm sorry I haven't come to see you yet since I came back." He apologized as he greeted her. Vince had been out of town for the past two weeks and had just arrived back at home this morning exhausted and bearing news of small issues with police, though they were just small problems. He hadn't gone to see Olive or Leonor either, or really anyone in fact, he'd only spoken to his father before retreating to his room for his first good rest in half a month, which he was a bit sorry for, but he would be in much less of a good mood at the moment if he hadn't slept.


Then he turned to his elder sister and offered a similar smile addressing her simply with a not unkind,


"Hey Olive, I was wondering if you'd show up tonight." After all the elder sister did have a reputation for causing trouble.

 

[kou]

°Mia°

​

Mia shifted slightly on the stool she was perched upon, watching with barely concealed amusement as her mother bustled about the kitchen. She had been intent on visiting for a short period of time and ensured that she had dressed appropriate for the occasion, her floral dress fluttering slightly as her mother glided by, her fuschia heels tapping against the tiled floor, and her hair combed neatly into a stylish updo which glistened against the sun which filtered through the slightly cracked window. Her mother valued fashionable attire and if Mia appeared in anything else, she would not have been able to enter the household despite knowing how to enter without using the appropriate methods. She had decided that today would be a more relaxing one than the previous due to her narrow run-in with a few corrupt coppers who had no precautions on using their guns, it had been sheer luck that she had been able to avoid them and she was certainly not ecstatic on returning to the diner she had passed. Mia grimaced as a plate filled with various breakfast foods was slid in front of her.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose turned when she heard her sister's voice. A smile spread across her lips. Rose had always been jealous of Olive, though she never showed it. She longed to be as free spirited and independent as Olive was. Rose had rarely been allowed to talk to boys outside her family, as her father said boys were bad news. She had never been allowed to play with boys like Olive had. Rose had also envied the way Olive dressed. She always thought Olive looked so nice dressed like that, but Rose never really had the courage to.


Still, Rose loved her sister and was fascinated by her. She had always wanted to be just like Olive, but never had the courage to defy her father and go out and meet boys and even wear pants.


"Y-you l-look lovely, Olive," said Rose, smiling, speaking with her usual stutter.


Rose smiled wider when her brother walked in and giggled a tiny bit when he kissed her forehead.


"W-where h-have you b-been?" Rose asked. "And d-did Daddy s-say w-why he wanted m-me here?"

 

[SupremeCourtney]

Olive smiled bright, her usual attitude melting away as her baby sister stuttered out her adorable reply. In the back of her head, Olive couldn't help but have a twinge of anger as she looked upon her radiant sister. Not directed at her of course, but Olive's father. Eventually, she knew that Rose would have to find out about what's going on. Father having his parties here almost seemed like a way to tease the girl, to make her question the secret world around her. Of course this wasn't the case, as her father would never intentionally do this, but Olive knew the girl was too sheltered for her own damn good. Yet Olive kept her mouth shut. Olive knew she was a valuable asset to the family, but she knew her father's rage could be brought up if someone went against his wishes, especially in regards to his Rose.


Olive giggled and grabbed the sides of her loose trousers and curtseyed for her little sister dramatically,"Why thank you my dearest," she said in a snooty tone of voice, her laughing cut short as Vin entered the room, watching him as he ducked down to give their sister a kiss. His fatigue was still relevant on his face, she noticed. The problems of the police Vin looked into were nothing of worry to her, as the weeks he had been gone, Olive too had been doing some tiring work, reconnaissance. Want to know why the Varenzos have troubles with their game in the bootlegging business? The spying of Olive plays a part. Sticking to the roofs of buildings and using her quick feet, it's not hard to figure out where the Varenzos receive and distribute their goods. All it takes is a whisper in her father's ear and men can be dispatched quicker than the blink of an eye. Nevertheless, Olive worries for her beloved brother and his witty remark is returned by a snort.


"Oh you know, I took the time out of my ever so busy schedule to find some time for you losers," she replied with a smile to her Rosie. She walked over and embraced her brother fully, sighing as she did so. She knew that Vin wasn't much for this type of thing, but when one is raised so closely to a sibling, one worries when they're away."Glad you're home," she whispered, pulling away and offering him a cigarette.

 

[TheStoicist]

While Vince wasn't the sort to initiate most physical contact he frankly didn't mind being touchy-feely with either of his sisters, mostly because Rosie was his baby sister and he and Olive had spent a lot of time wrestling and kicking each other in their younger years, skinsip wasn't an issue at this point. He immediately relaxed into his elder sister's familiar hug and smiled at her simple words, he always enjoyed the moments when Olive showed him a softer side rather than her usual brash attitude, even if he was perfectly content to be with her usually as well, that loud side of her was the side that worried him the most when they were apart, she didn't mind danger and he just had this feeling that, that would be the death of her one day. And though he didn't have time to reply before Olive had already pulled away, Vince opted to instead take the cigarette from her in response, nodding gratefully to her and smiling in a completely vulnerable manner as she backed out a bit.


And Vince wasn't much of a smoker, he could definitely live without cigarette's and he never carried any around with him. Smoking left behind a bad smell and taste and showed weakness and reliance in a person either way. But once in a while, a man needs a smoke. And he always accepted the cigarettes Olive gave him, because she knew best when he was feeling especially jittery and really needed one, and she already knew his downfalls and weaknesses, there was no need to put on airs around her or Rosie.


So Vince asked,


"Don't happen to have a lighter on you as well, do you Olive?" And held out the cigarette to her expectantly, because he already knew the answer, he simply asked out of habit. As he waited for Olive's response he turned to Rosie and answered in the low and fond voice that he reserved for only family in these particular moments,


"I was out in the suburbs on business for father, it was pretty busy, I haven't had time to come home until now," Clever boy that he was, Vince changed subjects quickly and smoothly, knowing that Rosie would question his reasons further if he let her, she may be sheltered but she was by no means unintelligent, something he admitted to being a bit proud of as her elder brother,


"Either way, I wasn't able to get any clear answers from father, I was only able to take a few minutes from him this morning, but I suspect it's because he doesn't want you to become lonely or unsociable, a party is always good for morale, and while our guests can be a bit... Unrefined and unpleasant at other parties, these guests tonight are a very good time. I'm sure it'll be fun for us all." He winked at Rosie with his smile still intact. Yes, it was true, Vince was a deathly serious man, but he couldn't help but act a little ridiculous around the baby of the family, even he wasn't quite sure why he did it, perhaps something about her reminded him of his childhood when he was never serious.


Plus he felt guilty at times, looking at her and knowing that she really knew little of the true nature of her family, even if typically Vince had very little qualms about lying. And there were many moments when he almost wished to tell her all at once, but his father's orders as Vince's boss concerning Rose's needs, came before Rose's curiosity. Also, as ashamed as Vince was to admit it, even to himself, there were many more times when he thought it was much better that Rosie didn't know, not just because the gang's world was a deadly one, but because what would she say if she knew that her older brother had shot a man before? What would she think of him if she knew how many times he'd shot intending to maim or kill? He had beat members of the Varenzo gang before for information, sure it wasn't too badly, and he had been ordered to do it. But he had harmed others without thinking before. And that sort of thing was undoubtedly horrifying and inhumane in his sister's eyes. And that's why at times he allowed himself to be selfish and childish, at least by himself, and thought it better that Rosie didn't know that her brother and family were some of the bad guys in this world. Even if he didn't feel all that guilty about the actual crime.

 

[Gradous13]

...Tick tock tick tock... was the only noise heard in the billiards room of the Varenzo home. A dim light filled the room, like a smoke filled bar, the sound of ice clinking in a crystal glass softly spoke out for moment before a light thud of an empty rum glass touched the wooden surface. Frankie's suit coat, tie and dress shirt lay across the back left corner of the pool table,closest to where he was sitting. He looked at the large grandfather clock in the corner of the room "Two thirty....I guess I will have another" Frankie thought, reaching for his rum and pouring his second helping. After the bottle was put down, Frank removed his 1911 .38 Super from the shoulder holster, dropped the magazine and cleared the chamber. Reaching into his pocket, frank pulled a small, brown leather cleaning kit tied by a black leather string. Frank untied the string, opened the kit on the table and began dissembling and cleaning the firearm...


Frankie replaced the slide pin, put a full magazine in the gun and pulled the slide back with a metallic -Schhck CHH!- " All nice, clean and re-lubricated, much better." Once his pistol was secured in its holster, Frankie stood up with his glass and slowly walked over to the billiards table. He moved his clothing off the table and folded them neatly over the back of a chair. The Billiards room was actually a large and well hidden basement and bar combination, it was sound proofed to keep even the loudest of parties silent, so naturally, Frank wasn't worried about shooting a game before getting some rest. A loud crack went off as the cue ball smashed into the setup for Eight Ball. One after another, Frankie cleared the table taking his time as usual. Frankie lined up the eight ball with a corner pocket shot at a 40 degree angle to the eight. He took his shot and the cue connected perfectly with the Eight ball, which now rolled quickly along the edge of a bank before dropping in the pocket. Looking once more at the clock, Frank saw it was three fifteen and decided to turn in for the night...


The lights dimmed out after the switch was flipped into the off position as Frankie left the basement. It was quiet in the main floor, but there wasn't any danger, at least none that he could sense. Frankie paced himself while moving through the massive house with his instincts sharp like the edge of a new razor blade. He made not noise while moving through the home, like he was a ghost. Frank opened the door to his room that he had earned long ago and silently closed it behind him. After hang up his shirt and coat he took of his shoes and socks, placing them next to his bed. Frankie rolled over and fell into a deep sleep....

 

[DrCompton]

Antonio Caretti


&


Tommy Compton

Antonio Caretti was in his study, his jacket was hanging off of his leather chair as he stared out his window at the cars coming into his compound. He looked over his shoulder toward Tommy and smiled, "Tommy, are all my kids here?", After asking the question he turned back toward the window to watch the cars parked and the people exit their vehicles.

Tommy looked toward Don Caretti, sitting down with his gray suit top unbuttoned. It was only the two of them sitting in the study together, since his father's death, Tommy became Don Caretti's unoffical consigliere, sitting in at most meetings and taking notes for the Don while quietly sitting in the background. When Caretti asked Tommy the question about his kids, Tommy nodded, "Rose, Olive and Vince are here. They're all downstairs. I haven't seen Leonor yet. And most of our closer associates are here as well, I think Mia even used the front door today." Smiling, Tommy stood and buttoned his suit jacket, "Do you think we should head downstairs?" He was careful to make sure it was a question, and not a statement.

Antonio continued to watch the guests arrive, then turn and nodded toward Tommy, "I'll be down in a few minutes, go mingle with the others." Antonio smiled again. The way Tommy had phrased the 'question' to him had not gone unnoticed by Antonio. As Tommy left, Antonio turned and grabbed the suit top and slid it over his arms and buttoned himself up. He'd wait a few more minutes, before heading out to the others.

Tommy bowed slightly when Caretti dismissed him, turning, he opened the door, then closed it behind him softly and made his way downstairs toward the children of Antonio Caretti. His eyes focused first on Olive Caretti, he wasn't sure if anyone knew, but he was in love with the eldest Caretti daughter. He certainly hadn't told anyone this, but his eyes always seemed to get stuck on her for a little longer than everyone else. He smiled as he walked up to the trio, his eyes finally going to Rose, then Vince. "Hey guys." Even though Caretti had treated Tommy like a son, especially after his father's death, Tommy always felt awkward around Caretti's real children. He wasn't sure how exactly they felt about him, but he tried his best to hide this awkwardness. He looked toward Rose for a moment, "Rose, do you know if Leonor is coming? Your father asked about her."
​

 

[Arya Price]

Leonor grabbed a dress out of her closet. It was a long dress of purple and silver and a personal favorite of Leonor's. The skirt of the dress was color block, purple and silver. The bodice was purple with silver straps. There was also a headband of silver with a flower on it. She stripped of the black satin robe she was wearing and put the dress on. She would put the headband on when her hair was fixed. She walks to her vanity and began fixing her short blonde bob. She began working on her makeup. Unlike her best friend Rose, she enjoyed wearing makeup.


Once she had put on her makeup, she left the room. As she was passing Rose's room, she heard whimpering. She saw Lou and she was looking sad.


"Oh, you poor thing," said Leonor. She walked into Rose's room and picked up the pug. "Come on, let's go take you to your Mamma."


Leonor left Rose's room and walked downstairs, still carrying the little black pug that belonged to her sweet best friend. She heard what Tommy had said as she was just about to reach the bottom step.


"Do I hear my name?" Leonor asked smiling. "I would have been down sooner, but this look doesn't come naturally." She walked over to Rose and handed her Lou. Lou began licking Rose's face affectionately. "The poor thing was whining and crying. He just had to be with his Mamma."

 

[kou]

°Mia°

​

It would appear that the Caretti children had made an appearance, Mia had always found the Caretti's quite lovely. The family was sophisticated and proud despite their basic nature and Mia understood how her father had instantly become loyal to them, they always made promises they could keep and it remained to be that way. Mia stood, abandoning her chair and grabbing the plate before emptying what was left of its contents into the trash. Her mother rolled her eyes, grabbing the dish before muttering about responsibilities and the role of a housewife and placing the dish in water which had somehow appeared in the sink. Mia pecked her adamant mother on her cheek before exiting the kitchen, intent on speaking with the Caretti children due to the fact that they had all become similar to a second family in the past few years.

 

[Lightning Quick]

It wasn't difficult to tell when the Caretti's were hosting. It was all everyone would talk about, really. They were extravagant, spared no expense in their acitivity. Made their gatherings an easy target. Approaching the house, Clarence had no doubt on his mind this evening was bound to turn something up.


Emerald eyes glanced sharply between delicate stone work as he ascended the steps towards the ornate front door. It was a way to get inside with no danger of reprisal immediately. They wouldn't dare attack around that daughter of theirs, not on that night, at least. A delicate smirk played on pale lips as he adjusted the rim of his hat. He was intruding, but by no means was he in anyway going to disrespect.


Dressed in a finely tailored suit, his form was clutched in a pitch black three piece and a ruby colored tie. A crimson rose sat on his lapel, a charming and small finishing touch to an all around well polished appearance. Yet to a trained eye, the true finishing point was hidden under the over coat. A 1908 colt hamerless was concealed on his left hip. His steps stopped once he reached the door into the lion's den. Oh what an evening at the Caretti's... Perfectly normal toying from the Varenzo heir.

 

[Gradous13]

Frankie's alarm sounded, its noise silenced immediately by his hand. As he looked at his clock, Frank gave a disappointed sigh "Nine forty? shit, I gotta stop staying up so late". After a quick stretch, Frankie grabbed a new set of clothes and entered his bathroom to wash up. Frankie whistled a popular jazz tune as he showered. A quick turn and squeak of the water knobs cut the flow and Frank dried himself off and quickly got dressed. He did a quick once over to make sure he was looking good "This doesn't happen often....never the less, my standards are far better than this" Frankie said with a slight tone of frustration...


After locking his room door, Frankie walked to the front door. He had a mission to prepare for, the assassination of the Chicago police chief. Frankie turned over the engine of his car, another member waved to him as he drove out of the property, but Frank only looked his way for a moment. this was how he was on a mission, cold and empty, very different than his easy going self around the others. It was a rather short drive to the area around the main precinct, maybe thirty minutes. Frankie parked the car several blocks away from the police station. After closing the car door and locking it, Frankie went to the trunk and removed a guitar case from within. He walked across the street then down the side walk to a tall hotel over looking the police chiefs office, a possible sniping location or a base of operations...


Frankie entered the hotel, walking up to the counter he removed his wallet and pulled out a "Valid ID". The desk clerk approved the ID and looked at Frank, "Welcome to the Hamilton Street Hotel, Mr Adams, how can we help you? " "Whats your weekly rates for an east corner room?" "That would be nine dollars a week sir" "Very well, here is for one week" Frankie said as he placed his money on the counter" "I will have an attendant show you to your room immediately" the clerk said before handing Frankie his key. The Bell hop picked up frankie's case, "This way sir"...

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose really didn't care that much for what reason her father wanted her to attend tonight, but she'd have been lying if she said she wasn't just a little curious. She was very excited to be here tonight. She never had a night of fun before and she hoped that tonight would be that night.


Rose turned when she heard Leonor's voice. She looked shocked when she saw her best friend was carrying Lou. She looked even more shocked when Leonor handed her Lou.


"L-Leonor!" Rose gasped, her tone sounding slightly scolding. "D-Daddy s-said L-Lou has t-to st-stay up-upstairs."


Rose's seriousness was gone when she started giggling due to the fact that Lou had began licking her face. Rose began petting Lou's head affectionately and placed a kiss on Lou's head. Lou was a sweet dog, but she was also very needy and in constant search of attention.


Rose was always happy to give Lou the affection she longed for, but she was worried what her father would say when he saw the dog downstairs.


Her father rarely, if ever got mad at her, but she really did not want to test it. He had always treated her so well, and testing his love by disobeying his orders seemed like a pretty poor way to pay him back.


"C-com o-on, Lou," said Rose. "You h-have t-to stay u-upstairs."

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence knocked with no particular haste or aggression, looking around the area till it was opened. Inside, through the door, he could hear the chatter of the Caretti children and other idle chatter of loitering adults as they were guided to other areas of the house. He pulled his hair off as the door was opened, handing it to the staff and glancing around the luxurious abode.


"Not bad..." He nodded, enjoying the decor and all around vibrancy the area held. How like them...


Soft, unconcerned for seeming almost fragile, and all around feminine. He smiled, stepping lightly down and after the rest of the goers to see exactly what this evening had in store... But not without taking notice to the Caretti children. He approached the crowd, curious as to the youngest's presence this evening. After all, even though times of peaceful chats were none too common, nor was seeing a Caretti in an area peaceful enough for long enough to see them instead of the barrel of their gun, she was never once present.


"What a lovely dog you have," he commented warmly upon approach instead of trying intimidation right off the bat, "does he have a name?"

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose was about to head upstairs when she heard someone talk to her. She turned around nervously.


"Th-thank y-you," said Rose, sounding shy and nervous, as she normally did, especially when people she didn't know talked to her. "H-her n-name's Lou. A-after Louise Brooks."


She wanted to find an excuse to leave, not wanting her father to be angry when he saw that Lou was down here. But it was rare that Rose had gotten to talk to new people, and despite how nervous she was, it was still exciting for Rosalie to talk to someone new.


She figured her father would be mad if she saw her talking to a man. She had talked to very few men before. She was sure she would never be in a relationship with the way her father kept her hidden away from the world.

 

[kou]

°Mia°

​

Mia had established a rule to observe people, catalog their faces and assure that they were not a threat. To say that the unidentified man standing in the presence of one of the Caretti children was unnerving was a mere understatement to the turmoil going on within her brain. It had been a lesson that Mia had often learned which was to never trust a kind face despite what you believed, the kindest nature of a person could often be the cruelest when provoked and she had no idea of this man's intentions. She approached silently despite the heels she wore, casting off an air of reserve as she smiled kindly at the man and the young woman. "I am sorry to interrupt but I couldn't help but wonder at your business here." She turned towards the man, the words weren't at all unkind but moreso of a warning: If you touch them in any way they do not like, I will string your organs upon the streetlights.


@Lightning Quick


@Mia Moulop

 

[SupremeCourtney]

Olive happily reached into her pocket with a smirk, fishing out her lighter as Vin assured the youngest of his "business" away from home. Olive had to hand it to her brother, he could think on his feet with the best of him. Olive had her wit, but when it came to deception, not as much. Her brother was one of the smartest men she knew.


Not able to continue her thought, Tommy walked into the parlor and met her with a gaze that seemed to linger a bit. She meet his gaze with a mischievous smirk. She had her suspicions about the boy as of late, and in her very Olive-like way, she was ready to play his game if he wanted to. Olive lived fast and played hard, without regrets. Very rarely do mobsters live for the comfort of a death bed, so she figured she might as well do whatever the hell she wanted.


Before she could reply to Tommy, Leonor sashaying through the living room with Rose's dog. Olive couldn't help but crack up, amused as Rose fussed about good ol Daddy seeing her dog. As if anything Rosie did could make him mad. Her amusement quickly stopped as an unfamiliar voice spoke and walked past her. Olive narrowed her eyes. Oh, how young and handsome he was...and unfamiliar.


Mia, who Olive considered a very dear friend, couldn't have came at a better time. Olive deeply admired her and adored any opportunity she got to learn from a woman of her...talents. As the unfamiliar gentleman got too close to Rose for Olive's comfort, her hand quickly shoved down into her trouser pocket, grasping the hilt of her knife, her gaze as hard as stone as she watched the man, her mood shifting dramatically from calm and jovial, to ready to pounce.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose saw nothing wrong with the the man, but she was not a great judge of character, for as book smart as she was, she wasn't street smart. She had never really grasped the concept that not every person she met not always have the best intentions. She tried her hardest to see the good in everyone. And always believed that people deserved a chance. She never really thought how it wasn't always a good idea to trust people.


Leonor had often told Rose that, but Rose never really listened, always saying that people deserved a second chance. She didn't know that in the mafia, there was no second chance. She really was not what one would think of when they thought of the daughter of a mob boss.


"I'm s-sure h-his b-business h-here is p-perfectly in-undestandable," said Rose, her stuttering and nervousness that she always spoke with betraying her. "I-isn't it, s-sir?"


Rose waited for the man to answer. She was sure she was right about the man's true intentions. She was always sure, but she was so sheltered and she never really had the chance to be wrong.

 

[kou]

°Mia°

​

Mia surveyed the area as she stood expectantly in front of the man, her eyes instantly landing on Olive and calculating the slight change in her posture, the hand which was evidently hidden in her pocket where Mia knew a weapon hid, and the threatening gaze on her face. Olive never failed to impress Mia with her behavior and Mia gazed at her amusedly, a slight smile gracing her features before disappearing altogether. If Olive understood the situation, as she often did, there was reason not to trust this unknown man.


@SupremeCourtney

 

[not here anymore]

Carmen smile as she saw her older sister, Olive "Olive!" She squeaked then ran up to her giving her a hug as if she hasn't seen Olive for a long time "How are you? Like your look it's so pretty!" She squeaked then saw a scary looking man walk past them. She quickly hid behind her sister "Please don't leave me behind" she plead, her long crimson hair was in waves naturally and bounced slightly as her body moved. "They are so scary!" She retorted when the man was looking.


She came out of hiding then did a small hair toss "How's the new apartment?" she kept asking. Even if she was the middle child of the Caratti family she acted like a five year old sometimes. Carmen was an exact replica of her mother, her face was shaped the same way her eyes had the same shade. She smiled as she saw her younger sister Rose and her older brother Vince. She stood up nice and tall, even with her black velvet pumps she still looked short. She saw Rose stuttered then bent down to look at her eye to eye "Now remember what we practice about stuttering?" She asked, giving a small sigh. She never understood why her younger sister stuttered but she was determined to stop her stuttering. She flashed a smile at her father and her mother then gave a small hair toss then walked next to her older brother as she whispered into his ear "Why is daddy having this event?" she asked, having her mother's Chicago accent. She flashed a smile as people walked past the children

 

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Vince nodded to his sister as she obliged him and lit up the cigarette and then Tommy, as the man joined them, Vince was surprisingly fond of Tommy, despite how awkward he was around the Caretti children at times, especially Olive, and though he really wasn't quite sure, he couldn't help but notice how Tommy's gaze lingered on Olive just a bit longer than him or Rose. And most times Vince prayed that Tommy didn't harbor feelings for his sister, because while she was a wonderful sibling and always had one's back when it mattered most, she'd never been one for serious relationships, she liked things fast and wild, and the day she seriously fell in love with someone would be the day hell froze over, Vince was almost certain of it, almost.


But pushing this from his overworked mind, he'd only gotten one drag in, not even enough to relax the tense and knotted muscles in his back and arms, before troubled seemed to rear it's surprisingly handsome head, of course. These days Vince could never seem to catch a break. He was so exhausted from the past weeks, that he probably would've treated the bold youth who'd approached their little gathering without introduction, with little regard if it hadn't been for the immediate tensing of Mia, who had earned The utmost respect from Vince long ago because of her particularly sharp instincts, and Olive, who was already reaching for her pocket, where Vince knew without doubt she was hiding a blade. He was grateful for the attentiveness of the two women, a more often than not he admired their spirit and quickness to act, but he was not looking forward dealing with bloodshed at this party and so early into the evening, especially not in front of Rose, father would be furious if blood was split in front of her, not to mention the parents of this poor sap if he was harmed attending a party of the Caretti's. So Vince quickly intervened, nimbly and regrettably putting out the fresh cigarette in a inconspicuous ashtray which lay on a side table near him, before speaking to the stranger in a much more pleasant tone than Mia had,


"I'm sure you're right Rose," though this was an utter lie, he spoke it with such an easy sureness that it could've been just as good as the truth, "Good evening sir, I am Vincenzo Caretti, these are my sisters Olive, Carmen, and Rosalie," he gave a polite nod to each sister as he introduced them, figuring that if this young man intended to do harm and approached Rose immediately, it wasn't without knowing exactly who she was, he purposefully did not introduce Tommy or Mia, they were less likely to be recognized by most enemies than he or his sisters, and he wasn't giving away more than was needed,


"And please forgive the brashness, but Rosalie was just on her way to put up her puppy, along with our dear Leonor," he urged his sister and the other woman on with his gaze, and while Rosie may not have been able to understand the full extent of his willing eyes, Leonor was sure to see what he was doing and lead his sister away kindly, as she knew how to do so well. Then Vince turned his dark and polite gaze back to the other young man, continuing, " Once again accept my apologies, I'm embarrassed to admit, your own name seems to have slipped my mind, as I'm sure we've met before at another party, please, would you be so kind as to refresh my memory, sir?" He turned up the corners of his lips in a pleasant, yet not entirely harmless, smile as he offered his hand to the bold stranger to be shaken in greeting, a smile which was clearly different from the one he had given his sisters earlier.

 

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Carmen's eyes studied the man, then flashed him a smile and shook his hand lightly "Name's Carmen, pleasure to meet you" she gleamed then whispered to her sister's ear "Be right back Olive" she smiled at her sibling again once more then went off to get a drink from the bar. Soon, she came back, holding a glass of bubbling champagne, smiling at her siblings "How are you dear brother?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink "It's been a long time since we seen last time" she said, batting her eyelashes and making sure Rosalie wasn't listening in case it had something to do with the Mafia