I slipped towards the back as it looked like there ws going to be trouble, I did not wanna intrude, I found Stephen and Don Isabella. I just laid the powder, darker lipstick on the table with a box of tissues. I asked if they were okay, and I was needed, they knew where to find me. I told Don, if she would rather me make her up, I would do that, or I could leave the supplies here. It was as good as stage makeup, and would cover anything. I hugged them both, and waited to see what Don's choice was.

"Thanks Jewel."  She said picking up the make-up and fixing hers.  "You're a lifesaver."  She hugs Jewel, puts on the make up and continues to make her way back out into the party.

Stephen leaves Isabella with Jewel he gives them both a cheeky wink and enters the kitchen inside he grabs another bottle of whiskey and his cigarettes and goes outside. Outside he places the glass down and pours he also lights a cigarette and takes a drag and a deep breath.  He lays down on the grass and stares up at the sky above.

Sal sat and waited Impatiently for his daughter to return. The man sitting across from him at the table looked like he had taken a pretty bad beating recently. Sal lit a smoke and then the man addressed him. 

"It is good to meet you, William. How do you know my daughter?" he asked the man. taking a long drag of his smoke. 

The godfather was abrupt. That was infinitely better than aggressive. Feeling his tension ease ever so slightly William thought through how he'd have to 'adjust' the truth to make it survivable.

"We met in New York. I was in some downtime between jobs and recognized her out on the town without any bodyguards along with her. I'd heard good things about what she's done up here in Detroit and didn't want to see anything happen to her so I offered to stick around and keep her company, and more importantly provide some protection. When trouble did come up, she handled it like a pro. I gotta say I was impressed."

Again, William had done his best to keep neutral and again a soft tone of appreciation had crept its way into the last statement. Normally he wouldn't be prone to such things. It must be the concussion throwing him off. At least that's what he told himself.

Isabella approached Salvatore_Luciano and William_Bowden calling out to her crew member Tenkai as she came near.  "Tenkai, could you please get William here to the buffet and help him settle in with a plate of food then find Vela and Aquila as I'm sure they'd love to see him and have a chance to catch up."

Isabella leaned across the table, disregarding her father's presence and kissed William's cheek.  "Thank you for everything.  I hope we can talk some more later tonight?"  She nods to Tenkai dismissing him to follow her instructions.

Sitting down she waits for everyone to depart before she says to her father, "Alright.  Have at it."  She says preparing herself mentally for her father's tongue lashing.  For a party that was meant to cheer her up, this felt like she was right back in Tyler Durden's fight club again ... only it was one match after another!

Tenkai, heard a rukus , he looked up and saw the door was taken down , he shook his head , didn't know what to think of that , he thought he heard his name being called outside, moments later .

He used his keene sense of hearing, to listen to where the voice came from , oddly enough it had came from his boss , he looked over , adjusting his eyes a little , to see she was talking to the boss .

He then jumped down , landing on one foot , and his knee , Hus hair bounced, hanging from either side of his shoulders , he stood up, stretching his muscles , he could still hear thr music going ,along with the others goofing off and dancing , eating, he shook his head , chuckling to himself .

He ducked and weaved around the other party people to get through, but he didn't want to disturb them , or get in there way , as he saw vela was starting to walk away with someone , he started to walk towards her , but looked around , and knew he had to get out of the crowd , so he ducked and weaved ,making his way towards the tables , to get to vela .

There was good food and amazing people to keep Vela company, but she was looking for Tenkai in particular because she hadn’t had a chance to even say a word to him since she entered the vicinity. When Vela saw that he was approaching her, it was like she sensed his movement, and she widened her eyes when she actually saw that it was him.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You look flustered, what’s up?” She observed his behaviour, and noticed his cheeks flushed from probably running around the place looking for her. Vela immediately felt bad, and she looked down at the ground as if she could find the answer in the floor. She snapped back to reality when she heard his response, something about meeting William Bowden. A name she had definitely heard before. Vela smiled as she suddenly felt nostalgic, thinking back to the good times in Skinwalkers. “Omg really? Well let’s go, what are we waiting for?” Vela exclaimed, her mind racing with what she’d say to William after a brief loss of communication, though that's not to say she forgot about him.

Salvatore knew. Of course he knew, he's a godfather and had more resources than a guy could imagine. Why wouldn't he know? No avoiding it now, he'd just have to man up and face what came. Either way he'd be certain that he'd done what he had to and wouldn't regret his choices. Just as he was about to tell the man across from him that he was prepared for whatever he had in mind, Isabella approached. He was sure that Salvatore would be steaming after she kissed his cheek, but he wasn't about to interrupt whatever she was planning. He'd promised not to talk about the truth of New York if she could speak for the both of them and he was going to keep his word and trust her.

"I think I'll see myself over to a plate. It looked like Tenkai was headed off to find the others. It was a pleasure to meet you Godfather, and I'll look forward to our next talk." William gave a brief look of concern to Isabella before he slowly started moving towards the buffet, keeping one hand on a chair, table, or other fixture where he could to keep himself stable. After picking about a half plate of what would normally be light snacks for him, he headed to a table on the other side of the party from the Lucianos knowing he wouldn't be able to stomach more between his injuries and his nerves. At least his old friends would give him a good excuse to distract himself from the predicament.

As he finally made his way to Vela, he smiled as she turned around , shaking his head , yeah he knew vela could probably always sense him , although he wondered why , he decided not ask .

He listened to her asking him being flustered, he looked back at the tower window that he was at, remembering a conversation that was had , he looked back her , "Ah, well it's something I over heard , that I probably shouldn't have , but I will tell you later about it. " He said, as he turned to walk towards an old friend of theirs .

"Yeah .. Let's get going ... Shall we? " He said , as he started to walk, keeping a slow human pace , he didn't know if vela could keep up or not , he hadn't really spoken to her , since the skinwalkers , and he knew that conversation would be coming soon , knowing vela, she had away of prying information from him , he sighed , thinking they should hurry, orders were orders

Sal sat there and took a big drag off of his smoke and put it out before he looked at his daughter. 

"So what happened to you? Why didn't you have your guards with you?" he said looking at her seriously. 

He took a drink from a glass of whiskey someone had brought him. He did not know the details but he was going to play along like he did to see what she would do. 

She crossed her legs.  "Are we going to pretend there is any answer I can give that will make you happy with my decision to leave them behind?" She arched an eyebrow at him and sighed.  "I had a moment of near terminal stupid after my wedding dress got delivered the other day and was lucky I had a decent fellow with me to bail my ass out.  Won't happen again."

She couldn't really look at him, not directly.  Her voice hurt from yelling and her eyes still felt puffy from crying.  It was not how she cared for her father to see one of his Dons.  She was by far the youngest in the city to lead a family and it was hard enough to dissuade herself that she'd gotten this job as Tyler had said... via nepotism.  

"Did you have him killed?"  She asked.  "Whichever son of a bitch they decided to send to tell you, I mean."

"He is being taught a lesson or two. But that is not the point," he said with a smirk. 

His daughter was like him and like him she was pissed someone told on her and she probably wants that person dead. 

"So you go out and what... Tell me what stupid dumb ass shit you did," he stated to her. 

"Because you like you joined in a fight club and so does your friend. I will have that chat with him later myself," he says to her. 

Isabella sat there.  She chewed her tongue considering what she was going to have done to her bodyguards for the incessant ratting.  Omerta was a word lost on these men and clearly she needed to drive home the point to any other goomba she'd eventually employ. 

Meanwhile her father prattled on like a village hen with a secret that he was desperate to brag about knowing and once again he had an absolute hard on for beating the shit out of any man who happened to come into her line of sight.  She never wanted to punch him more than she did right now.

"It was cute with Elias, but he's dead now; so can we stop beating the hell out of any man who just happens to be crazy enough to be seen with me in public?  I'm a fucking Don and it's god-damned demeaning that my daddy needs to approve any man I'm seen with."  She growled her words low enough so only Sal would hear. 

"I didn't fuck Will.  In fact, considering how much he's seen of my particular brand of crazy; I suspect he wouldn't touch me  even if it was with another man's dick." She said self satisfied in speaking in a way that she rarely dared talk in front of her father.  She was angry with him, so damn angry for making her time with Elias shorter than it could have been but she didn't know how to tell him that; especially since she wanted to keep talking with her fists but one didn't punch a godfather, it simply wasn't done.  

She, however, did expected him to slap her for her cheeky way of speaking, or at least to say something to her about it... but he didn't.  Silence hung thick between them, a pregnant pause filled with possible words that might not be able to be taken back.  Words that might change everything between them and as angry as she was... she wouldn't say them.  Instead, she turned and actually looked into his eyes, her voice cracking with hints of her pain.

"I'm prepared to dedicate my life to the job of making you immeasurably rich and powerful, and probably die an old-scarred-up-half-woman spinster that no man wants."  She shook her head.  "Even if there was another man who'd want a wife who couldn't give him sons... how could he EVER hope to stand in Elias' shadow?"  She stole her father's drink and took a deep drought of it before slamming the cup down.  

"He couldn't.  No one can.  So... can we stop this... please?"

Sal bit back his anger at her. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to him like that. He wanted to slap her right there in front of everyone but he didn't. He leaned in close to her so only she could hear.

"I am the fucking Godfather of this city and anyone who is going to be with MY daughter will go through me or I will put him next to Elias. It's not about controlling you it's about fucking respect and any man worth being with you would not have to be told to do so."

"You are the Don of a fucking family, you don't get to be reckless or take chances with your life," he said with straight seriousness.

"and any man would be lucky to be with you."

She leaned her head into her father's ear, "I can't at myself I'm so fucked up... Elias knew me before my midsection became a horrible mangled mess of scars.  I'm discolored and... ugly."  She said the last word with venom, she felt as ugly as the hunchback of Notre Dame from the story book she had to read in eighth grade.

"I can give a man NO SONS... I can't carry on his line or his name... I have NOTHING any man of sense would want except the constant threat of a father who might one day be offended enough by him or his behavior to put him into a grave.  To have found ONE MAN insane enough to have run your gauntlet of trials was a miracle, I don't dare pray a second will occur."

She lean away from him.  "As for the other."  She says in a normal tone.  "Of course, Godfather, you're right.  I won't be so reckless again; but I fear I'm will have to do something about my disloyal bodyguards who were never taught the words Omerta.  They are an insult to your good name with how freely they wag their tongues."

She leaned back, deciding to redirect her rage at her father towards her betraying bodyguards.  "I think I'll let them each give them to you as an apology and a promise to never do it again.  And if they refuse, they can swim with the fishes."

"Well there is one you won't have to worry about ever again," he says to her. 

"You are a DON of a family, you have a lot to give. Do you think that Marie being able to have children meant shit to me? No, I wanted to be with her.  We all have our scars they show what we are made of and what we have been through." he says to her. 

"Now as for your friend, I am going to be having a conversation with him. He will more than likely walk out whole," he says giving her a smirk. 

She mutters a correction, "I'm a Boss... if we're being technical."  she wished she'd stopped to bust that guy's face like she promised.  She made a note that she should go back some time to settle that affair.

"And as for Marie..."  she looked at her Dad and after a long moment she shook her head, "No.  I suppose it didn't, but it does matter to a lot of people.  Catholics, most of us don't think you're not married without kids... that's the point of marriage, procreation.  Me... unless God see's fit to perform another miracle birth then I'm up a creek."

She chuckled at the thought of herself in a virgin Mary role and the laugh faded into a somber and thoughtful tone, "I beat the shit out of him."  She said regarding Will.  "I... got into the ring thinking to take my rage out on someone... or maybe that I'd let them make me feel something of what Elias probably felt." 

She shook her head to forestall Sal's objections, "I know... terminally stupid.  But... instead of me fighting some goomba on Durden's payroll, Will got himself put on the roster to prevent anyone from hurting me.  Despite my very best efforts to make him hurt me... I only walked out with a cut lip... though I deserved a lot worse for what happened next."

She sighed.  The truth had to be in the middle.  Her bodyguards had no eyes on her inside that place, her father knew only what they did... they went in and came out beat up.  The truth was what he wanted and so, as always, she would give it to him.  "Will went down and I was too tired to finish the job.  I broke.  I finally just... cried."  She said the last word in a whisper.

"For all my trying not to be seen in tears after Elias died... I cried in front of a room of a couple hundred strangers."  She looked down at her hands in her lap.  "Will scooped me up, told the whole room full of blood thirsty bastards the fight was done and that he was taking me home.  I think they would have let him do it to... except... Tyler Durden himself... he was there."

"So William had hit his daughter... He would have to make sure he paid dearly for that..." was what Sal was thinking when Tylers name was mentioned 

Suddenly pulled out of his thought process and snapped back into the conversation, Sal looks at Isabella seriously

"What did that piece of shit want." he asks her.