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| Four Brothers and a Funeral | Started by: Marietta on Mar 18, '09 20:49 |
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(Note: This was for my own amusement. No need to respond.) A cold Chicago night, per usual. The night was rich with a peppering of bright stars set against the black backdrop that was the sky. Being so late it was common to see a majority of the houses on Third Avenue were darkened, the residents within settled in for sleep. Only one house seemed to still be awake; several of the windows were alight against the darkened outdoors, and at the very far end of the house another four-paned window was springing to life with brightness. A crackling sound filled the room as the thin, older woman flicked on the overhead lamp from the switch next to the door. With wide eyes she surveyed the dusty office, feeling almost immediately as if she were ten years old once more and sneaking around where she shouldn't have been. The feeling was only temporary, however, as she clutched her wine glass and chuckled as she took a deep sip of the rose-colored liquid. "Relax," she said lowly to herself as she meandered around the room aimlessly. She paused to drag her fingers over the glossy surface of the wooden desk, searching among the stacks of paperwork for familiar names, places or dates. When Marietta Rossi, Godfather of Detroit, found nothing that looked important, her gaze immediately switched towards the photographs lining the walls. Men and women in various locations jumped out at her from behind their glass frames. Dining at an unknown restaurant, lounging in an unfamiliar looking club. The only thing about the pictures that was familiar, in fact, was the one man that seemed to be a common trend among all of them. Dark haired, thick-set and tall, her father Leo Rossi beamed down at Marietta, his smile as hauntingly charming in print as it was in reality. And those ladies and gentlemen, dressed to the nines surrounding him... she supposed those were the people he had chosen to spend the last years of his life with. His 'family'. When she was very young her Father had told her, on more than one occasion, that 'family came first'. Those words would continuously haunt her throughout her adult years, where time and time again the man who was supposed to be her loving protector and hero had chosen his associates from the Chicago Crime Syndicate over herself, her siblings, and especially her mother. With a shudder Marietta tore her green eyes away from the pictures and turned around. Her stomach immediately jumped and her body gave a jolt of fear as she saw a pair of matching green eyes stationed in the doorway behind her. "God damn, Henry," she breathed, placing one of her hands to her chest and shaking her head towards the young man in the hallway. "You trying to kill me? I'm not a girl anymore. I can't take scares like that." Her nephew gave a wry smile and shrugged his shoulders towards the woman. "Just wanted to see what you were up to," he said. "Stalking me, eh?" Marietta joked, waving her hand towards him. He backed up obediently, allowing her room to flick off the light switch once more and close the door to the office behind her. "Not stalking, no. What were you doing in Grandpa's office?" His head titled inquisitively, his fresh-face marked with innocence. "I was..." she started, her voice catching in her throat. Truth be told, she was trying to find some way to connect with her Father. To feel like more than just a stranger in his home. The last time she had spoken to him had been twenty years prior, and all she could remember is that they had argued over a silly monetary loan. He had wanted to give her money; she in her stubborn pride had refused the only help he had ever offered to his only daughter. Marietta didn't hate Leo Senior. At least, she didn't think she did. Resented. Loathed. Every time she thought of him her eyes welled with tears of hurt and anger, and she wanted to lash out and inflict pain upon him like he had done to the entire Rossi family. Yet now it was too late. With an empty feeling in the pit of her heart she recalled the reason why she had flown back to her home city of Chicago that weekend: Leo Rossi's funeral. The Church had been full that morning. Full of people her Father had considered family. Working for the former Godfather of Chicago was a guaranteed way to get you well-connected. And well-connected her Father had been. It was in the line of duty he had died, a Don of a small organization that worked closely with many others in the city. Tons of people had arrived, bent over his glossy casket and whispered a soft, parting prayer to him. And yet when it was all over and done with they had all left. Left to go about their lives, to continue their jobs. To finish their drug runs and strike their new contracting deals on warehouses and whorehouses. They had all left to live on in the memory of Leo, and had left his five children behind to mourn a man they all had barely known. Marietta had spent the morning amongst weeping strangers and extravagant floral bouquets... all for a man she could hardly well call her 'dad'. With a soft smile Marietta placed her right hand upon Henry's shoulder. "I was just looking for memories," she said, finally finishing her sentence. The pair sat in silence for a moment, Henry shifting uncomfortably before asking quietly: "Can you tell me about Grandpa?" "Tell you about Grandpa?" Marietta echoed in surprise, raising an eyebrow. "You... wait, you mean...?" Henry blushed a bit, placing his hands into the pockets of his slacks and hunching his shoulders over in embarrassment. "Dad never talked about him. I never really met him. Is it wrong to-?" "No, no Henry. It's not wrong to wonder about him at all. I just... I can't believe you never met him." Perhaps her older brother and her were more alike than she had previously thought, and with this new information she began wondering when the last time Johnny had spoken with their father was. With a grave expression on her face she shook her head at the boy. "I just don't think I'm the right person to tell you," she said in a faint voice. Trying to give the boy an encouraging smile, she grabbed him by the arm and guided him out of the close-quartered hall, leading him back around the steep stair case that led upward, and pulled him around towards the kitchen. Quickly she poked her head inside to see her faithful friend and bodyguard, Pedro, being cornered at the kitchen table while her sisters in law Sarah, Karen and Virginia all gossiped with one another around him. He looked up and smiled nervously at Marietta as she passed, discreetly gesturing to the young lady sitting next to him. She couldn't help but giggle as she noticed her niece, Mary, seemed to be quite taken with the tall, dark man- fawning all over him and blushing deeply every time he spoke. "Everything going alright in here?" she called teasingly. "Oh Mari," spoke up Karen, a dark haired woman married to her eldest brother Leo Jr. "The boys were looking for you. I think they're in the sitting room." With that being said she turned back and began to gossip once more. Marietta waved mockingly to Pedro before turning, heading back around the stair case towards her parent's living room, followed closely and quietly by Henry who took a spot leaning against the furthest wall. And there, before her, sat four older men, all talking quietly and gravely, clutching glasses of various types of alcohol. She couldn't help but freeze for a moment in spite of herself. How long had it been since they had all been gathered like this, sat in their Mother and Father's living room at one time? Almost as clearly as the daylight she could see them all as teenage boys from thirty years ago, bickering over baseball bats and teasing one another about the girls that had lived up the street. Though her relationships with most of them had been rocky throughout the years at best, she felt a warmth in her chest as she watched her brothers affectionately. With a smile she entered the room, staying towards the outskirts so as not to disrupt their conversation. Leo Jr., her eldest brother, was talking slow and methodically about her Father's estate as he sat on the couch. As of yet none of them had heard anything, but Leo, being a lawyer for a well known Don in New York, knew a thing or two about when people in the mob kicked the bucket and left their possessions behind. Her eyes raked over his hardened features, his dark blond hair, his brown eyes. He was always 'all work and no play', even when they were children. Yet his ambition and determination had proven to be to his own personal triumph, for out of all the Rossi boys it had been Leo Junior who had become the most successful. Clutching his glass of scotch on the rocks he leaned over and handed a folder of paperwork across the coffee table. "Most of it's in there. Can't do the official reading until we're all here, of course," he was saying, sitting back and turning to the tall, lean and dark haired man standing next to the couch- his younger brother Johnny. John had always been, in her younger years and in her adulthood, Marietta's favorite brother. Not that sisters were supposed to have favorites when it came to their siblings, but it was hard to not trust and love the man. Of all five kids Johnny could definitely be described as the most warm hearted and caring. Growing up, despite his loud and booming nature, he had often acted as the peace keeper between all the Rossi children squabbles. To this day not much about the man had changed. Eventually he found his career niche in banking and had been doing so since college. His marriage to Sarah had been long and successful and had (unsurprisingly) produced Marietta's favorites of all her nieces and nephews: Michael, Nathaniel and Henry. He had, throughout the years, remained adamant on the fact that he was to stay in close contact with all of his siblings, especially his sister. When Marietta's clothing business had failed he had been the only one to know. When she decided to finally join the 'Mafia', he had again been the only one privy to the ins and outs of her life. And though he harbored a huge distaste for the 'mob' lifestyle, that had never stopped him from allowing his younger sister on a few occasions to borrow his Los Angeles house and home for a base of operations. As John sipped his own glass of clear liquor he narrowed his green eyes, so similar to Mari's own, and cleared his throat. "You honestly believe that dad remembered us in his will?" he questioned, raising his eyebrow in disbelief. "We're his children. Parents always remember their children, regardless of how their relationships panned out in life. Men and women liable to die get highly sentimental like that," droned Leo's dry tone as he took yet another slosh of his scotch. The short, stocky man sitting in the armchair across from Leo leaned over and scooped up the folder off the coffee table. Though he looked tempted to open it, his brown eyes tracing the opening and the papers within, Al showed tremendous out of character restraint. Not nosing headfirst into the paperwork for once he placed it delicately in his lap. His fingers tapped nervously upon the folder in a sporadic rhythm. "It would definitely be appreciated," he remarked, nodding his dark-haired head several times. Marietta cringed inwardly as she heard the words flow from her brother's lips; never had it been a secret that Al had been the worst of financially of the bunch, being but a poor butcher working out of New Orleans. Over the years she had tried to offer him help to no avail, for it seemed that he was as stubborn as ever when it came to his pride. A pride which had been hurt many times over the course of his life, causing him to be a bit bitter and rough around the edges. Being the middle child hadn't been a walk in the park for him, often feeling left out of the loop from his brothers, sister and parents. Neither had struggling to open his own butcher shop without help. Not to mention the fact that after his wife had left him, he had to care for his daughter Mary all on his own. His only soft spot was reserved for his daughter, who was due to begin her attendance at college later this year- a rather large source of inner conflict for the older man, emotionally and financially. "Not that I think he had much to begin with, just... what, the house?" Al said, chuckling nervously as if he were afraid his siblings would think less of him for inquiring in the first place. The only man who had not spoken was currently lurking in the corner of the room. Next to the tall brass lamp, the one her mother had loved so during her life, Paulie Rossi stood, tall and lean; light from the lamp next to him reflected brightly off of his blond hair. His hand was pulling open the white lace curtains and green eyes were darting up and down the darkened street, narrowing suspiciously as if he were expecting or waiting for someone. Out of all her brothers Marietta could one hundred percent say that she hated Paulie. In all of her life she had never met another man who could be as selfish, cold and calculating as he could be. Not to mention that he had been a rather large pain in the ass growing up. It had been bad enough that because of their bright green eyes, fair hair and thin frames the two youngest Rossi children had often been mistaken for twins. On top of that Paul had always been the one instigating any argument he could, and working his way out of trouble thinking himself to be such a clever boy. Though his wife Virginia was as sweet as could be, Marietta honestly couldn't see the attraction between the two. And it wasn't just because he worked for her father, Leo Senior, that the woman found herself grinding her teeth as she watched him hovering near the window... Paulie was, without a doubt, an utter asshole. Because of that, it had been easy to wave him goodbye when she finally left the house at the tender age of eighteen, and had not spoken to him more than twice since then. Shaking her head to clear the sudden rage she felt, Marietta clenched and unclenched her fist a few times before wandering over towards the large bookshelves pressed against the closest wall of the living room. The chestnut wood was a contrast against the mustard yellow walls, but it wasn't the color of the furniture nor the titles of the multitude of books that caught Marietta's eye. With a small smile quickly replacing her frown of frustration she slowly placed her wine glass on the shelf and reached for a framed photograph. The Rossi children, forty years earlier than now, were all posed and dolled up with varying degrees of toothless smiles and young, freckled faces. In the center of them all proudly sat a lovely young woman, her mouth open in a surprised smile as she held a then squirming five-year old Marietta in her lap. She could feel her heart leap in affection for the woman, her Mother, as she sat clutching the frame between her hands. It was only three short years after this picture had been taken that Lillian Rossi had been murdered. "You look a lot like her, you know," came a deep voice from behind her. Turning, startled, Marietta noticed all four pairs of eyes were now resting on her. John, the one who had spoken, was smiling towards her and without hesitating another moment took two large strides forward and wrapped his free arm around her small frame. Instantly she felt herself smile as she hugged her brother back. "Boys," she said in greeting with a tilt of her head once John let her go. Al waved. Leo Jr. nodded. Paulie's mouth morphed into a snarl. How typical. "What're we talking about?" "The will," Leo said in a brisk business-like voice without skipping a beat. "Now that you're here all we're waiting for Robert, Father's lawyer, to get here to give the official reading." Marietta nodded, slowly walking over to the couch and taking a seat on the opposite end from Leo, sinking into the plush cushion with a sigh. An awkward silence filled the room. The boys had been able to carry on a conversation just fine until she had arrived; without meaning to allow it, a residual sort of paranoid fear from her childhood entered Mari's mind. She had always been left out of everything. "How have you all been?" she ventured cautiously with a small laugh, trying to use the giggle as a way to release her nerves. "Good," Al muttered, sipping from his drink. "Same as always," John said, shrugging towards his baby sister. "Very well, thank you for asking," came Leo's reply as he reached across the coffee table once more and stole the folder back from Al. "Humph," came Paulie's voice of dissent from the corner. "What's new with you, Mari?" asked Al, looking her full in the face for the first time since she entered the room. "Well..." the woman felt herself say automatically before freezing. How had she been? Life was complicated for her, much more than she had ever let on to her family. Forcing another laugh she tossed her head casually and shrugged. "Just the normal. Working a lot." Leo raised an eyebrow, as if in disbelief. "The clothing business is treating you well, then?" The Godfather's heart sunk. If they continued to ask her questions like this, she would barely make it through the evening in one piece, life still intact. When she had first left college Marietta had opened a sewing shop; small in size but big in hopes and dreams. All of those wishes were squashed, however, when her old friend Kleigh had come waltzing back into her life and her shop had been shot up by three men with tommy guns. Her new business was fronted by a large department store called 'Rossi and Co. Clothing Distributors', but even that had fallen by the wayside for her more effective assets, like drug trading and bootlegging. This was, to all who knew her, a rather surprising move. After a childhood of quietly campaigning against her parent's mob activity, swearing up and down to all of her brothers and friends that she would never end up like the 'scum' her Father and his associates were, Marietta had done the unthinkable... and had become exactly like all of them. She had never had the heart to open up about it to those closest to her. There was nothing Mari feared more than being thought of as a hypocrite or worse- a coward. "Oh, it's going great! We're thinking of opening a second store on the East Coast somewhere in the summer," she lied through her teeth. "Maybe somewhere near New York." "You don't seriously believe that do you?" came Paulie's voice suddenly for the first time as he turned wildly away from the window, his eyes narrowing in intense distaste as he stared at his sister. "Believe what?" asked Al, sitting back in surprise at the reaction Paul gave. "That she's some cutesy little clothing designer. That she's completely harmless. Do you even know what she is?" Paulie hissed as he stepped closer towards the group of his siblings. "Paulie," Marietta said simply, her tone full of warning as she clutched the side of the couch with her left hand. A goofy grin crossed the man's face as he swiveled his head around drunkenly to look at all of his older brothers. "Our dear, baby sister, gentlemen, is the fuckin' Godfather of Detroit, Michigan." It felt as if a tense electricity crackled through the air as everyone took a deep breath and held it. John, having already been the only one who knew, quickly took a drink and widened his eyes from behind the rim of his glass. "...The what?" Al asked stupidly, blinking back and forth from Paulie to Marietta. "What, are you stupid?" Paulie asked snidely, smacking the man on the shoulder. "Crime? Money? Illegalities of every kind? She's the Godfather. Or, I suppose we should call you Godmother, your grace?" Paulie's face looked triumphant. Marietta felt her heart sink. He had managed to somehow surpass any form of torture he had created from when they were children. He had exposed her secret. He had revealed the biggest lie of her life... yet that was not what bothered her. He had known all along. It was Leo who finally broke the silence that seemed to buzz tangibly in her ears. "You always swore you wouldn't get involved, especially after what happened to Mo-" "I know," Marietta said, cutting him off sharply. The last thing she wanted was another dissected conversation about her Mother's murder at the hands of her Father. Al's eyebrows were scrunched together tightly. He had always hated and resented the line of work his parents had been 'employed' in, and that had never been a secret. The loss of their Mother had impacted him in ways it had not the other Rossi boys. As he looked at Marietta she could almost see the gears in his brain working over time, spinning... formulating questions. "What- what happened to all the good stuff?" Al finally asked at last. The question caught her off guard. "The g-good stuff?" she choked out in confusion. "Yeah. Yeah, all the good stuff," he said gruffly. "I always thought you wanted to make a living straight. It was never about the money for you..." "It's not," Marietta squeaked immediately. "It's not about the money for me. This is different, it's-" "You always wanted your distance from it," Leo said with a tilted head. "You wanted a quiet life." "My life is rather quiet if we're being honest," Marietta defended. She could feel her cheeks growing warm in frustration. "Hardly anything like you are probably imagining." "What about marriage? Did you ever settle down like you said you would?" Al chimed back in. "Of course I did! I've been engaged twice! I'm married now!" she said, her voice escalating in pitch. "He's a respectable man who runs a syndi... er, pharmaceutical company out of Los Angeles..." "Kids?" Leo asked casually. "I had a beautiful daughter, thank you very much," Marietta retorted, feeling rather put on the spot and angry. "Had?" John finally spoke up, interrupting the conversation. His face went pale as he registered the magnitude of the words his sister had chosen to use. Immediately she felt as if all the air in her lungs had been knocked straight out of her. "Had? Jesus Marietta, you're not saying..." he continued. Shaking her head to stop him, she tried desperately to clear the images of her daughter Sunshine that had begun to flit in front of her mind's eye. The room grew silent once more, the only sound was the quiet "thump" of Paulie's foot as he swung it against the fireplace casually. Marietta stared up at him, her rage for him growing tenfold as she saw him cross his arms and smile back at her. "So," Al spoke up finally, shaking his head. "Everything you had going for you... everything good you had in your life... all that is gone? And you gave it up to be a mobster?" Marietta felt the sting of the words like a sharp slap on the face. "No," she said quietly. "I did not give up everything good about my life. I am happy with where I am. Just because I became... just because I am affiliated with... it doesn't mean that my life is worth any less than any of yours!" "Funny how if you try so hard to not become something... and whaddaya know," chirped Paulie cheerfully. Silently Al stood from his chair. With a fleeting last glance at Marietta he walked into the kitchen and out of sight of the living room. Taking his cue from his brother, Leo Jr. stood and grabbed the folder with him as he did so. "I'll go wait for Robert on the porch, I believe," he said more to himself than anyone else before heading towards the front door. As he opened it a small chill filtered in from outside, though it only lasted for seconds as the door closed with a small 'snapping' sound. John, with a small nod towards Marietta, belatedly followed Al into the kitchen silently. Soon she was alone with Paulie and Henry. An enraged feeling washed over her as she stood up from the couch and took a step closer to Paulie. "What the fuck was that for?" she hissed, clenching her hands into tight fists. "I'm tired of you Marietta," he said, leaning in close to her menacingly. "Tired of everyone thinking you're so perfect. You're miles from it, sweetheart." "Grow the hell up!" she barked. "What is this weird, sick grudge you are holding against me? Huh? We're not kids anymore Paul." "Who said this had anything to do with a grudge? You're no good for me, my family, my business. I don't think you realize I hate you Marietta." "I hate you too, oh believe me! But I'm not trying to ruin your life!" "Ruin your life?" Paulie didn't miss a beat with his retort. "What, you ashamed to be such a high and mighty mobster? The Godfather finally realizing that all her success is for nothing because her family doesn't even think she's human any-" "Don't talk to her like that!" came Henry's youthful voice, "I'm tired of listening to you try and drag her down!" She had never seen her nephew so angry as he pushed away from the wall and went flying at his Uncle. Marietta, reflexes sharpened from years in the business, quickly tossed her arm out in time to block Henry from making contact with Paulie and in effect saving him from the walloping of a lifetime. Paulie looked jolted and almost frightened for a split second but it had quickly passed; now he was laughing and shaking his head at Henry. "She's worth five of you, Uncle Paulie," spat Henry angrily as he tried to move around his Aunt who sighed and said softly "Henry don't waste the time on him..." Paulie took a step backwards away from the pair, still looking amused at Henry's outburst. "She's worth five of me? Hate to break it to you, kid, but it's me that's worth more than both of you put together. See I'll let you in on a little secret. Your Grandfather, my Father, left me everything in his will." Henry stopped struggling when Marietta gripped his shirt tightly, releasing her clutch almost seconds afterward. "What?" she asked. Her thoughts immediately cast about on her other brothers, imagining the outrage they would feel at the news. Finally her mind landed on Al. With a painful drum in her chest she was quickly reminded of all the hardships he had endured and how he mentioned the money would be 'appreciated'. "You heard me sis!" Paulie said, his upbeat and cocky attitude shining through his words. "Every single penny, every corner of this house. Hell, he even left me most of the business." "Every single thing?" she echoed. "So if I were you I'd start treating me with a little more respect," Paulie said, wrapping up his argument. Marietta froze for a moment before smiling. "I'm leaving," she said as if the notion just struck her fancy. "Leaving?" Paulie asked, his suave face faltering and his eyebrow raising in confusion. "Yes. I'm leaving," she repeated. "Haven't you forgotten? I'm the Godfather of Detroit. I didn't even need to be here today. What was I thinking? I don't need to be the an heir to the Rossi fortune because I already have one-hundred times the amount of wealth that you ever will, Paulie." Her brother only looked slightly shocked as he started to step backwards, for Marietta had begun to step forward towards him slowly. "You take the money and possessions you managed to snake out of our 'Father' somehow," she continued. "He was a vile man and I would rather not have anything to remember him by. Hell, I'm glad that no one else got anything either- not Leo, not Johnny, not even Al. You know why, Paulie? Because you'll have your riches. But everyone else won't even talk to you over this. They'll move on from you, but you will be stuck with yourself forever." For a fleeting moment a look of fear crossed Paulie's face. "Awww, what?" Mari asked, crossing her arms in a mimicking stance to her brother. "Are you ashamed to be such a rich and lavish mobster? The common Capo, finally realizing that all his inherited wealth is for nothing because his family won't even think he's human after they find out." The stillness was enveloping. "I don't have to take this," Paulie said after a minute of silence. Striding over towards the kitchen he walked inside without a backwards glance. The woman finally allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief, only to immediately be jarred once more. Heated conversation came from beyond the stair case and moments later Pedro walked into the living room, throwing a curious glance at Marietta and Henry. "Everything alright?" he asked in his deep voice, his face etched with concern. "Perfect," Marietta said sharply. "We're leaving." Still breathing heavily from her confrontation she rushed to the coat rack and pulled down her warm wrap, beginning to slip it on over her dress. "You're really alright?" Pedro asked again, following her. He knew better than to question her decisions, but still couldn't help but wonder if she was at least doing well. "I'm fine," she said with a grin towards the taller man. Turning towards the door she heard from behind her, softly: "Aunt Marietta." She ignored it and watched Pedro as he pulled his own jacket off of the hanger and began to struggle with it. Suddenly she felt a hand on her arm pull her and she turned around just as Henry spoke again, louder this time. "Aunt Marietta!" "Henry, it was good to see you," she said dismissively, feeling anxious and wanting to leave before Paulie left the kitchen. The last thing she wanted was another confrontation. Out of the corner of her eye she watched the well-lit room for any figures that may exit. "I want to join you," Henry said, his eyes growing round and his face drawn and serious. "...Join me?" Mari asked, hesitating. "I want to be... in your family. Crew. Whatever you call it." Marietta stared for a moment at her nephew. He was young, only a boy of just eighteen. Did he even know what he was asking? With a heavy sigh she shook her head and wrenched her arm from his grasp. "Jesus Christ you're not even serious right now," she said exasperatedly. "I'm very serious," he said, throwing a cautious glance towards Pedro before continuing. "You're a good person. I admire you. I could learn so much from you. I don't care what my dad or Uncle Paulie or Al- any of them say. You're an... an inspiration." The pair stared at each other for a moment- Henry's face hopeful and Marietta's completely drawn and angry. "Henry, your Father would kill me. Skin me alive," she said simply. The boy's eyes widened further. "No, I can't do it. It's dangerous. Do you know how many people I loved that I have lost in this line of work? It isn't a story that you can tell your friends to sound tough and brave. It's a lifestyle. It's hard. Every day, no matter what rank you are, no matter how well-connected or well-liked or well your business is run... it's the hardest thing you'll ever do." Marietta shook her head sadly several times. "Just... no." Henry drew himself to his full height, but in his eyes the hurt of a child resided as he looked upon his Aunt's face. "If you don't let me join I'll just find somewhere else I can." His tone was challenging, defiant. Placing her hand on his shoulder briefly she smiled. "Henry... maybe someday. But today is not that day. You would do well to listen to my advice." His chin raised a fraction of an inch as if he were still dead set on trying to break his Aunt's will. She continued in a much softer tone, "If you join another mob, don't tell me about it and make it far away from my business. It would break my heart to read your name in the obituaries one Sunday." Without a further word she pulled her hand from his shoulder and nodded towards Pedro. Her trusty body guard opened the door and allowed her to step out onto the porch in the cool night air. Quickly waving at Leo Jr. she moved down the front steps, heading towards the car. Marietta wanted to avoid having to say goodbye to anyone as she pounded the pavement towards her sleek, black Dodge. To be continued... |
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| That must have taken like an hour to write up Marietta well done :-O and To be continued :-O | |
| Reply by: CadburyKid at Mar 18, '09 20:51 | |
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| Congratulations CadburyKid. You managed to read the last three words. Keep up the good work. | |
| Reply by: Ares at Mar 18, '09 20:55 | |
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| Thank you ares for the support maybe if you ever start a thread i might read the last word... | |
| Reply by: CadburyKid at Mar 18, '09 21:00 | |
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| I officially hate you both. | |
| Reply by: Marietta at Mar 18, '09 21:01 | |
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Ares cheers Finally Marietta and I made it official. |
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| Reply by: Ares at Mar 18, '09 21:07 | |
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"Congratulations CadburyKid. You managed to read the last three words. Keep up the good work." Lol classic. and nice story godmother took me ages to finish missed i'd say 50 pettys but worth it :) |
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| Reply by: LuckyLuciano at Mar 18, '09 21:11 | |
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| A great story. Thanks for bringing it to the streets- I only hope that people will take the time to read it. | |
| Reply by: MacLeod at Mar 18, '09 21:58 | |
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I finally got around to reading all but the last 3 lines... Marietta truely it was great u have no need to hate me because i did speed read through alot of it :-P |
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| Reply by: CadburyKid at Mar 18, '09 22:06 | |
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| Took you forever to tell that long winded tale, but it was very nicely worded Miss. Rossi. You should get into the publishing business, get some of those great ideas down on paper. Could be a new business? Godfather in the mafia and a bestselling author? Sounds lucrative! | |
| Reply by: WildTurkey at Mar 18, '09 23:15 | |
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| I think Mari might be one of the best, if not the greatest ever even in space, writier ever. | |
| Reply by: Premier at Mar 19, '09 03:32 | |
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| i give you major kudos on writing this, it must have taken you a long time. However, it was a job well done. | |
| Reply by: Dah_Kurlzz at Mar 19, '09 03:39 | |
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An epic story of family, trust, love and what it means to really be in the line of business we are. Quite brilliant GodMother and I cannot wait for the next chapter. |
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| Reply by: Emoretti at Mar 19, '09 07:27 | |
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Great story, Godmother. Agreed with Emoretti- I'm pretty stoked to see the next part(s). Very intense and detailed. I enjoyed it :] |
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| Reply by: Ember at Mar 19, '09 07:42 | |
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| Ok, this is officially the longest thread i've ever read and still not finished. lol | |
| Reply by: RedistheColor at Mar 20, '09 05:44 | |
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