Realistic or Modern Mafia Wars

[Arya Price]

Freddie smiled when he saw the blush rise to Rose's cheeks. He thought it looked absolutely adorable. He had always loved making her blush. It just made her look so much more beautiful than she already was. It made her look even more radiant and innocent and sweet.


"Are you enjoying yourself, Rose?" Freddie asked hopefully. He had always wanted to see her as happy as she could possibly be. If she was happy with this, he would be happy.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

"Oh, y-yes," said Rose bobbing her head excitedly. "Th-thank you. I, I know y-you d-didn't w-want to d-do th-this, b-but I'm v-very pleased y-you d-did."


Rose gave him a charming and innocent smile, making her look even more beautiful. Her brown eyes shone brightly and happily. She looked utterly gorgeous and pure.

 

[Dak]

Richard Varenzo



​

Richard had walked off the train with his bag in hand. He was in his dress uniform, a soldier returning home, some would say. It was more than that to him. It had been five years, two months and twenty-one days. He took a deep breathe of the chicago air. How he had missed the air from his hometown. He made his way through the crowds at the train station, some stopping him to say thank you for your service. He made his way out and flagged down a cab. "Hey cabby!" He called out. A cab pulled over and flagged him over.


He set his bag in the backseat with his cover sitting on top, and he climbed in and sat down next to his bag. "Hey buddy, can you take me to this address?" He said as he held up a paper with the Varenzo mansion address on it.


The cabby nodded and started. "So, where you going?" The cabby asked.





"Home... I'm going home. I haven't seen my family in a little over five years." Richard said as he looked out the window. CHicago had grown a little since he last saw it.





"So where have you been?" The cabby asked, as he turned left.


Richard didn't even look at the cabby. "I've been to France, Germany, Italy, Spain, and England. I've been all over Europe." He said thinking about all the places he's been, and the things he's seen. There was a eerie feeling in the cab for a few minutes.





"We'll be arriving in a few moments. I would start to get ready." The cabby said as he pulled into the driveway of the Varenzo mansion.





When the cab stopped Richard had gotten out and turned around. He gave the cabby two bucks, the toll from the train station to his family's mansion was about 75 cents, but Richard thought that the cabby should get a good tip. When the cab left he walked up to the door of his family's mansion. The door was just how he remembered it, big and a little scary. He took a deep breathe and let it out. He walked inside.





There was no one at the door, and the house from what he could tell a little empty. He knew one thing, his father was there. "Hello?" He called out. His voice ringing through some of the halls, almost like a ghost. A old maid walked out to check on the noise and was delighted to see Richard standing. Richard put up his finger in front of his mouth and quieted her down. They walked up to his father's study.


She walked in first. "Excuse me Mr.Varenzo, a man from the army is here to see you." Richard did write his younger sister a letter to let her know that he had enlisted, but he couldn't send her a picture of him. "He didn't say what he was here for, only that he wanted to see you." She said before turning around and opened the door.


Richard walked into the room, with his dress uniform on, his cover under his arm and his bag in his left arm. He was home. Five years, two months, and twenty one days later he was home. He hadn't seen his father, or his sister, or his family for the whole time. "Hey pops! Hey sis!" He said with a smile on his face. "I missed you guys. Maria,my how you have grown." He said as he walked over her and gave her a hug. She was a lot shorter then he was. He looked towards his dad. After a few seconds of hugging his sister he let go of her. He walked over to his father. He didn't care if he was angry at him for running away, Richard loved his father no matter what, and he hadnt seen him in five years. When he was close enough he hugged his father. He smelled of old clogne.





@Beowulf


@Lost Valentine

 

[SupremeCourtney]

Olive shouldered past people in the hallway, not giving a good damn if she hit someone a bit too hard. She made her way past the crowd and up the stairs, where she knew guests wouldn't wander up to. Finding a bench in the hallway, Olive sat down and reclined back against the backrest. She sighed deeply, taking out her cigarette and lighting it, taking a very long drag. She inhaled wrong and began to cough and as she coughed, she felt tears come to her eyes. She began to silently shed tears, thinking about how terrible she must have made Tommy feel. But she couldn't help it. She just couldn't commit to start falling for someone. She was many things, a spy, gangster, and most importantly, a free spirit


Holding her head in her hands and gathering up her emotions, she was surprised when the cold nose of the little black pug Lou nudged her ankle. She couldn't help but smile as she leaned over and picked up the small dog, holding it in her lap and scratching it's head. She always had a soft spot for animals. Whenever boys tried to throw rocks at or chase alley cats and dogs, she always stopped them, most often with her fists. She wondered if Tommy had a love of animals too...she knew she had to apologize for what she did.


It was time to mature up. She knew after an evening like this, Father would want to talk in the study to discuss the night and future business. A Caretti girl needed to control her emotions for the good of her family. Sitting Lou gently down, Olive began to make her way towards her Father's office.

 

[kou]

|Mia Venucitti|

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Mia watched with wary eyes as Tommy and Olive separated, both looking quite depressed at the dispersal. She sighed, a hand perched under her chin as she scanned the room where people were mingling politely with others and a select few were just as isolated as herself, drinking solemnly in a darkened corner. It could be lonely, if Mia could dare admit that to herself and this job had never been particularly simple, people close to her had died in doing such tasks and she had spilled blood upon dirtied concrete many times. She crossed her legs momentarily before abandoning her seat altogether, she had lost the ability to sit still and all of this pent-up energy never bode well for her. She couldn't decide what had made her so and exited the room, walking along the hallways in an attempt to get away.

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Skip looked at the strange man with a little fear and a lot of interest. Unfamiliar. And yet totally familiar. The name, of course, has escaped him, but he doesn't care. What Skip does care about is that there are now four people in the vicinity, and it's much more than he can handle. There are so many things to keep track of. Skip can't deal with that at the moment. If he were planning on it, sure, he'd be fine. This was sprung on him.


He squirms and takes another step back. "Father?" He murmurs, obviously uncomfortable. "Can I go?" Skip is eager to be dismissed, but he knows not to run off with out permission.


@Beowulf

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Yes yes, let him in let him in." Dylan said, not knowing that his middle child had returned from the war. But upon seeing him, his aches and pains vanished. Standing up, he strides over to Richard, and hugs him. "My boy is back." he said softly to himself. "You're back safe." he said a bit louder. Then he heard Skip. "You aren't leaving now, boy. Your brother has returned from the war. Greet him, be polite. Don't just sit there, go get him something to drink. Be quick!" he said, completely contradicting himself. "And don't think I don't see you hiding something. You can show me what it is when you get back."


Returning his attention to Richard, he guides him over to a chair, and offers him the seat before going to sit in another chair. "We might need more chairs." he mumbled, seeing all the people in the room. "When did you get back? Why didn't you tell me you have returned? Oh, that's nothing, you have returned."

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

Brother? It's been too long to remember his face. Skip nods in assent and walks off to the kitchen, where he gets his long lost brother a glass of water. Or should he get his brother wine? What would be the right thing to do in this moment? If only Skip wasn't so socially inept. Skip decides to just get both wine and water and let them choose. After all, who is Skip to say what they should drink or not?


And as for the gun, Skip quietly places it on the counter in the kitchen, knowing now that there is no purpose on him showing his father. His long lost brother is home, his sister is asking about something, Skip should just quietly fade into the background. And anyways, who cares about a gun? There are hundreds of them out there. What is one more model? Now, if he could get back to his thoughts on the galaxy, that would be interesting.


As Skip comes back to the room he gets a sinking feeling in his stomach. Back into the battle zone. A maid, a brother, a sister, and a dad, all in one study. He hates crowds. And unfortunately, he has to deal with one right now. Instead of announcing his presence, he merely stands in the doorway with a blank look on his face.


@Beowulf @Lost Valentine @Dakup

 

[not here anymore]

Carmen smiled then hopped off stage, her mind froze when she relised that she just sang on stage in front of everyone.She quickly slumped into a chair and started to read again, she felt embarrassed as she tried to forget the moment. Wisps of red hair kept moving in front of her face but she didn't mind, she just wanted to go to her room and be alone. Her vision got blurry as she read "Oh no... Not glasses again!" she thought to herself

 

[Arya Price]

"I ought to go to, Rose," said Freddie. He began leading Rose off the dance floor and to Leonor and Gene.


"Oh, Rose, you looked lovely," Gene gushed.


"Thank you for dancing with me Rose," said Freddie. "You are a wonderful dancer."


With that, Freddie walked off. Gene and Leonor looked at each other and beamed.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rose nodded when Freddie told her they would have to stop dancing. She knew that would happen. She wasn't upset though, she was happy she had gotten to dance tonight.


"Th-thank y-you," said Rose as he walked off.


She blushed lightly, happy she had gotten to dance.

 

[Dak]

Richard was happy that his father wasn't angry at him for running away. "Yes, I am back... After so much time being away, I am back. I think that I might be back for good." He said as he stood up. He motioned to Maria then to the chair. "Maria go ahead and take my seat. I'm fine with standing." He said with a smile. He had done a lot of worse than just standing around for a couple hours.





"I got stateside, yesterday. The train didn't leave till this morning, so I figured I would relax and go out and get a drink. While I was there I was with a few buddies and we had some fun." He said motioning at skip to come over. "I know you don't remember me. You're not good with names, plus it's been over five years since you saw me..." He took some wine from skip. "...But it's good to see you again skip." He said before sipping some wine.





"As for not telling you I was back. I wanted to surprise you all.... Where's Clarence? Out trying to find a girl and one of his parties?" He said with a smirk. Even when Richard was around he would always try and get a women.

 

[TheStoicist]

Vince nodded along, waiting to catch every ulterior-motive, every false move in the words and expression of the other, though all he really picked up was the sarcasm on a silvery tongue. And really, as expected, Clarence turned the attention away from himself once again, toss their conversation back into the hands of Vince like it was burning trash, and perhaps that in itself said more about the Varenzo boy's character than any barely veiled ill-intentions could,


"I could certainly appreciate a gathering hosted by your family, perhaps then I'd have more opportunities to get to know you and your siblings," he chuckled at the small joke before continuing,


"And I can just as surely see merit in obtaining our Mia. It really is such a shame isn't it?" He flashed a sharper smile than the one that seemed to almost constantly grace his defined, masculine features, implying sarcasm of him. Then he brought up their next subject,


"All niceties and small talk aside though, I really am curious of how you yourself are fairing? This is a hard business, one not so beneficial for even the strongest man's health." He kept the words short as not to complicate and unintentionally offend. And Vince knew, truly, this sort of question voiced his intentions to gauge Clarence as person very clearly, but honestly it would come as a surprise to Vince if Clarence wasn't aware of this already, they were both much too clever to spend any time on needless chatter or empty threats.


It wasn't as if Vince had any ill-will towards the other either, in fact Vince could barely claim he cared much about Clarence at the moment. He was just another boy, trying to climb into his father's oversized boots and come out on top, almost too much like Vince. And Vince understood that each of them thought himself the more pleasant man, but until Clarence gave him clear reason for contempt, Vince regarded Clarence as a clever young man with questionable motives and methods, who he had to watch his tongue around a bit more so than most others. He wasn't the true threat at the moment and he didn't mind if Clarence knew this. In fact, if older man knew this perhaps it would diffuse any leftover tension in the atmosphere.


@Lightning Quick

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence sighed, running his hand across smooth metal railings as if learning each crease and bend the metal held. "Myself? Fine, I suppose. You heard how the family's doing, and that should tell you all about my mental health you need to know. One must remain rooted in the cunning and atmosphere of what they hope to accomplish if he holds any hope of accomplishing it." He glanced back as if gauging the reaction to that. He turned away once more "though I must tell you, Vince. It's all so menial in a way. I do my work, stepping on whatever comes my way when I see fit. Day in, day out, same boring program of avarice and need. I have to tell you, the taxing part isn't the work, it's the repetition." He laughed dryly.


He meant those words, if he meant no others in their conversation. It was a repeating cycle. Someone thinks they can get away with it, he caught them, he disposed of them. Nothing ever changed. He understood and appreciated the running formula and wouldn't dare change it for the life of him, but there had to be more. Maybe when he became don he'd find out. Till then...


The cycle.


"and you yourself? God knows you don't see enough of the city as is. How does it feel? Taxing enough for you?" He raised an eyebrow. He didn't look at who he spoke to often times unless he saw fit to. When the Caretti boy opened his mouth, however, he always at the very least tossed him a look over his shoulder. It was interesting to watch the other describe things. He'd think about it for minuscule seconds before he spoke and it showed on his face every time. A funny little quirk for someone hoping to take control of a seemingly ancient higherarchy of Caretti men.


@TheStoicist

 

[DrCompton]

Tommy Compton


Tommy stood in the study of Caretti, he'd poured himself a drink of straight whiskey and sat in a chair in the corner. It was he usual spot. His jacket was off and hanging on the backside of the chair, his sleeves already rolled up. Tommy had both hands around the glass, and stared into the bottom of it. He was thinking of her, and what he'd done to mess it up. He was so close to to the woman he loved, and suddenly she was gone. He was wondering how Olive would act around him now. It would just be awkward between the two of them now. Sighing, Tommy raised the glass and drank it straight, setting it down he fixed his hair and leaned back into the chair, frowning.

Antonio Caretti

Antonio saw his oldest daughter heading toward the office as he moved through the crowd. He found Vince standing with the Varenzo boy and Antonio frowned, this damn kid managed to talk to all of his children and associates like a snake in the sand. Antonio went to the two and looked at Vince, "Grab Freddie." It was all he wanted to say infront of the Varenzo boy, and with that, Antonio turned away and started toward the office.

@TheStoicist​

 

[kou]

Mia paused in the entrance of the doorway which led to a corridor, her hand outstretched as if she was reaching for some invisible person. What was Clarence doing here? Why had he chosen Vince to talk to after his formalities with her? The Varenzo's had always been forthcoming about their dislike for the Caretti's as long as she had been associated with them, what had changed? Or perhaps Clarence was here on his own? So many questions with so little answers. She would have to find out then. Continuing through the entryway and down the corridor, Mia circled around the house once more to check for any unwanted stragglers before returning to the front door, slipping through and outside into the warm evening. She knew her objective and she was going to do it discreetly, she was going to pay a formal visit to the Varenzo's.

 

[Quiet Is Violent]

"It's good to see you too, sir." Skip mumbles, obviously uncomfortable. He's starting to sweat a little. "Father, please. Can I go?" His eyes flick about the room, from his sister, his brother, and his father. If he stays much longer he might just pass out. Skip puts the tray down and backs away, not leaving but expressing his will to leave.


@Beowulf @Dakup @Lost Valentine

 

[TheStoicist]

Vince began to shake his head, intending to reply to the question Clarence had tossed back to him. But then he heard,


"Grab Freddie."





Vince didn't even have to look to know who's voice this was. It was the voice of his father. His Don. Low and a bit gravelly, the voice that pulled his leash. Not that he resented that leash in the least. Just like any dog, Vince adored and obeyed the hand that fed him and raised him, no matter what was required of him. He may be a smart dog, but he was no more than that, a dog, and the masters word was final. Perhaps if Vince had known any other life than the life he lived he would have retaliated, but he didn't know and he was content in his harmful ignorance, there was no need to know. Even if there were times when he wondered where his temperament might serve others better. But those thoughts were cleared from even the deepest recesses of his mind as he turned his eyes respectfully on his father. Listening to command, remaining loyal and honest (to a certain extent), and making assertive, smart decisions was all that matter.


"Of course, Don." Vince answered to his father's retreating figure, then not hesitating for a moment to turn back to Clarence, he had the clear and somewhat shocking honesty in the last words of the other man, and it was only right of such an honorable (or at least as honorable as a potential future mafia Don can be) man as Vince to reply with just as much honesty,


"Well, I cannot simply leave without answering and a peace of mind, so I'll be brief. Our lot is a heavy one, but one becomes accustomed to it. I am in good health and that is what matters. Repetition is simply a part of life, or in the very least, my life, and my goals have never pertained to boredom or intrigue, so I do not let such things plague my mind. We are truly two different men though, so you and I will always be of a different mind." Vince's voice hadn't changed in the least from it's low lull that it had always been around Clarence, and yet he knew the other man would hear his own honesty.


Now Vince turned to look Clarence clear in the eyes, he didn't look at him like a rival or prey or anything of expected nature. Instead Vince looked at Clarence with a very clear expression of regret and brilliance and maybe something violent, yet not hateful that just couldn't be named yet. And as anyone who might actually take time to stare others clear in the eyes would find, the young man's eyes had an expression in their inherited darkness that bore meaning which even Vince wasn't quite aware of yet. Wether these expressive eyes were of use to their owner or not, was up to time and fate. Then Vince smiled his small smile again and maybe there was some honesty in it as he said,





"It was good to speak with you Clarence. It truly is a shame that you and I don't have opportunity to do so more often. I wish you the best of luck both in business and concerning your family matters."


Vince raised his hand to offer Clarence a shake to close their meeting.


@Lightning Quick

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence turned at his... Would he call him a friend? No... Never that. But he didn't see him as an enemy. Not yet. Not until they stared each other down from the barrel of a gun... He wasn't sure. He met eyes with Vince, meeting the look the other gave with a mix of his own. He appreciated the others ability to speak to him so freely... Even if the Don had cut it short. They may be counterparts, but their loyalties to their families were one in the same. They could appreciate that in each other.


Confidence, understanding... Maybe even remorse (as if he'd admit to it, he'd rather die than tell anyone he was sorry for them or anything he'd done) at the short lived conversation. "It's been a pleasure, Vince Caretti. I know we'll see each other again soon, no need to give me well wishes as if this is the end." He smiled. Always so sure... Always so confident in the world around him. He never had a second doubt to his words. When he spoke, you could count it as a promise.


@TheStoicist

 

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

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The trip to the Varenzo's had proven useless, Mia had watched from afar but saw no signs of anything to raise suspicion which validated Clarence's theory quite easily. There seemed to be no major breakthroughs, no sudden trips around the world, and no increase in crime rate. For now. Mia had returned to the Caretti home after several hours of intense watching and had planned on possibly going to rest which was of course not an alternative if she wanted to maintain any sleeping pattern whatsoever. She had re-entered the house with practiced ease and had glided through the crowd of people still present without having to dispel any usage of formalities, it had been an eventful day for certain. Mia retired in the dining room, sliding back the wooden seat and perching upon the edge in an attempt to relax somewhat. She found herself dozing after a while, her head slouching slightly to the left and her eyes growing dreary with sleep. It would certainly not do to fall asleep at a dinner table, Mia reprimanded herself before shaking slightly which would've been a comical scene for any onlookers but she couldn't muster the energy to care.

@NimbusTheCat

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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Lorenzo Caretti burst rather unceremoniously through the front door of his family home, slamming it shut behind him before forcing his way through the crowded foyer, not bothering to apologize as he shoved several people aside. Damn dinner parties. He had always hated them, and although he was forced to begrudgingly accept his father's completely plausible reasons for throwing them, that didn't mean that he needed to stick around while they were in progress. It usually worked out for him, too. Being the one memeber of the family who was most commonly ignored, combined with the fact that his...disagreeable personality was hardly appreciated at social events, he was oftentimes able to slip out of the house with ease to do whatever his whims were telling him at the moment. On this particular evening, Lorenzo had been out skulking through the streets of the city, looking for trouble, but upon finding none after hours of fruitless searching, had returned to the house, pissed off, defeated, and rather famished, if he was completely honest with himself.


For this reason, he made his way to the kitchen, leaving a trail of incredulous stares and indignant shouts behind him. It didn't matter much, though. Most of his father's associates already knew of his reputation as the scruffy, violent, rebellious youngest son of the Don, and they would no doubt brush his rudeness off and return to drinking, making merry, and whatever the hell else it was that they were doing.


To get to the kitchen, though, he had to pass through the dining room, which he discovered, to his surprise, contained only a sparse few guests. One person in particular caught his eye, though, stopping him in his tracks. It was Mia Venucitti, the Caretti family assassin and admittedly the only person he had ever been able to call "friend" for understandable reasons, and she seemed to be falling asleep in one of the wooden chairs positioned at the table. He considered ignoring her and continuing on his way, the rumbling in his stomach echoing in support of the idea, but he was bored as hell, and in the end, that was the feeling that won over. Walking up behind the young woman, he tapped her on the shoulder none-too-politely and spoke in a voice that was both impatient and a bit too loud. "Ey, you. Tables are for eating, not sleeping, you know."


@Annabella

 

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

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It was better left unsaid that you never roused a bear from a cave, a dragon from their lair, or in this case, a killer from their well-deserved sleep. Someone seemed to have neglected to interlink these deeply set values and social conventions and Mia knew exactly whom had done so. He never seemed to learn. Mia instantly flew from the wooden chair with a grace that had taken years to achieve, her hands slipping into Lorenzo's shirt and ever so slightly tilting him backwards which left him hanging slightly. Mia had told him countless times to never dispose of formalities and interrupt someone in the process of resting and he had refused to abide by the one slice of advice she had given him. Pity, that. Her hands tightened their grip on the fabric of his clothing and she shook her head in mocking disapproval.

"If I am correct Lorenzo, have I not informed you a plethora of times to never interrupt someone who is resting? I suppose I shall have to remind you yet again." Mia's voice was soft, possessing a tinge of mirth within her words.

@NimbusTheCat

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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Scowling up at Mia - the assassin had a good half a foot of height on him, their current position not really helping matters - Lorenzo grabbed onto her wrists in a frantic attempt to steady himself, an action that, combined with the look of shock that momentarily passed over his face, caused him to internally slap himself, though he figured that flailing his arms around would have been a whole lot more degrading. His eyes darted quickly around the near empty room, checking to make sure that no one was watching the scene that the two of them were so blatantly putting on. If someone were to catch sight of his predicament, it wouldn't bode very well for the reputation that he had worked so hard to build.





"How about letting me go, huh?" he hissed under his breath, relived to see that none of the guests were watching as of yet. Of course, Mia was telling the truth. She had tried to teach him the ways of proper etiquette numerous times, all of which attempts had been ignored by the youngest Caretti son, but that didn't mean that he was going to acknowledge that fact. The mirthful undertone to her voice only served to spike his growing frustration. As if yet again proving to him in a house full of people who was the more coordinated of the two wansn't enough, now she had to mock him as well? It was at times like these that Lorenzo seriously began to wonder how he had even befriended this woman in the first place.


@Annabella

 

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

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Mia rolled her eyes in feigned exasperation as Lorenzo surveyed the area in order to 'preserve' his supposed 'bad boy' reputation before obediently letting him go, she strolled towards the doors which led to the dining room before closing them which left the room temporarily closed off to unwanted visitors. Mia slipped off the torture devices that happened to be her heels before placing them beside the door and returning to her seat. Lorenzo was certainly cocky when he wished to be but Mia had never taken him for granted, she had never treated him as if he were a kid and gave him the respect she believed he deserved. If only because she knew he had potential within his very core, she believed in Lorenzo and she wanted to at least educate him on the facade he kept putting on. Her eyes narrowed, taking in the shabby appearance of his person and the wild, unkempt hair fitted with his slightly intimidating gait before she smiled.

"I take it that you're bored and seeing as this is a perfect opportunity for me not to fall asleep, would you like to learn how to kill someone?" It was quite blunt, more direct than she had hoped to be but something told her that Lorenzo would serve well protecting his family. Just not in the sadistic way he assumed.

@NimbusTheCat

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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With an indignant huff, Lorenzo straightened his shirt as Mia let him go in favor of shutting the dining room doors. It was a fruitless and slightly comical gesture, considering his perpetually disheveled appearance, but it was more to show his displeasure than to serve a practical purpose. As much as she could get on his nerves sometimes, and as little as he tended to show it, however, Lorenzo was greatful to Mia for being one of the only people to really pay him any mind, and for treating him as if he were on her same level, when it was so very clear that he wasn't. He watched her through half-lidded eyes as she removed her heels and returned to her seat, fully taking in her familiar appearance. Where Lorenzo looked like he had just been caught out in a bad windstorm, Mia was much better put together, dress neat, hair combed, and although tired, she appeared confident and ready to move at the drop of a hat.


He took in her comment about his obvious boredom without batting an eye - her ability to read him was something that he had gotten used to long ago - leaning against the back of another of the wooden chairs, but it was her question that caused his eyebrows to raise in carefully masked interest. Well, that was certainly straightforward. Would he like to learn how to kill someone? The answer to that question was an obvious yes, but the answer that he gave was drastically different. "I already know how to kill people. Done it several times before." Of course, he knew that his frivolous gunslinging tendencies weren't exactly what Mia was referring to. No doubt she wanted to show him a "better," more efficient way, be Lorenzo would be damned if he admitted to wanting to learn yet another thing from her so easily.


@Annabella