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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 11:45:39 GMT -6
Giovanni pulled his Mercedes-Benz SUV back into his driveway. His suit was stained with blood and so was the trunk of his car, but that was all right. He would get the car cleaned and throw his suit away, and no one would ever know. After all, Fabrizio Mastroianni was from Sicily, had no family in the States, and never became a Citizen. Giovanni halted the car, and he turned to Frank and muttered "Frank, if I ever find out you bring a traitor into my house again, I will kill not only him but you as well." Frank nodded, and Giovanni motioned for him to get out, which Frank did. Giovanni watched as Frank exited the mansion through the front gate, and Giovanni turned off his car and got out of it. He walked into the house, and began to search around for Serafina. Eventually, he began to shout out her name "SERAFINA? Where are you?"
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 21:09:13 GMT -6
Sarafina had found Giovanni not to be on the grounds of the mansion anymore and retired to her bedroom. After changing into evening silk pajamas and saying goodnight to the boys, she tried to get her mind off of all Luciano said by reading a magazine.
Hearing Giovanni‘s coming back into the house she slowly slipped off the bed and put the magazine to the side.
She was on her way when he shouted for her. Standing in the doorway just to the side of him she frowned.
“I’m here.” Her voice was rather stern sounding.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 21:16:18 GMT -6
Giovanni stopped in his tracks and turned as he heard Serafina's voice “I’m here.” He frowned a bit and looked at her, she looked angry for some reason. He didn't know why, but there was definately something on her mind. "What is it? Did I make you mad?" Giovanni inquired quietly.
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 21:20:16 GMT -6
Serafina folded her arms and walked towards him, “No. Why would I be mad about my husband shooting and killing a man practically right outside my four year old sons bedroom window!” Her voice raised in tone as she stopped in front of him, her eyes narrow.
“I know what you do when you’re not here Johnny Boy, but why do you bring it to our home? I don’t want our sons exposed to it.”
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 21:26:51 GMT -6
Giovanni frowned and then raising his voice, retaliated "You of all people should yell at me! Look at your father! Allie Boy was a psycho who enjoyed to kill people. Our sons exposed to it? GianCarlo knows all about it. My uncle Enrico sends him newspapers from Sicily, and most of the headlines are about the Mafia. Just chill out and back off. I do everything for my FAMILY!"
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 21:36:14 GMT -6
His words just fuelled the fire. "Yes! You're right! I do know about it! And I know what it did to my family!" She scoffed and shook her head, "I dont know why I bother trying to tell you about it! It seems that all you want these days are blood and guns. You probably wouldn’t care if the boys and I just disappeared all together. You'll have your honor and feuds to keep you warm at night!"
Her tongue just shot off, finally saying all that had been boiling up inside for almost a year...
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 0:04:05 GMT -6
Giovanni nodded and listened, the famous DiLeonardo temper, the temper that caused his brother Carlo to go to prison after stabbing an Irish Longshoreman over a dispute in a resteraunt, was starting to rise. Giovanni heard her say every word, and then retorted after he heard Serafina scream You probably wouldn’t care if the boys and I just disappeared all together. "That's what you want isn't it? You want to be free and careless! You want out don't you? You know why? Because your father was scum! The only reason I kept him around me was because he helped me in the war against Righetti. He was nothing. He didn't care about you, or your mother, or even his own grandchildren. All he cared about was himself. YOU are just like him!"
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 0:07:51 GMT -6
There couldn’t have been anything worse said to her, and the hurt and shock showed on her face. “I… I can’t believe you just said that to me.” She turned away then and started to walk back to the bedroom. She couldn’t face him, not if that’s what he thought. How could he? How could he compare her to her father, she who had been the mother of his children and waiting for him while he served his time in prison…
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 0:11:05 GMT -6
Giovanni became quiet, and he immediatly knew he went too far. "Serafina.." he began weakly "look I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you. Your nothing like your father, perhaps it is I who am becoming the one like your father." then Giovanni reached out his arm and gently grabbed Serafina's shoulder, trying to apologize.
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 0:14:39 GMT -6
Serafina stopped and closed her eyes, fighting back tears. She didnt know what to say to that. She couldnt stay angry with him, but she was still hurt. After a moment she turned around and just slide her arms around his waist as she pressed her forehead against his shoulder. She didnt want to look up at him.
"Please dont turn into him..." She breathed.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 0:23:10 GMT -6
Giovanni felt like a man defeated. In one day, he had killed a man and had an argument that could have ended badly. Giovanni wrapped his arms around her and whispered softly "I will never become like your father." Giovanni hoped it was true. He always liked Alphonse Grillo, and yet he despised him. From Grillo's constant smirk to his violent temper to his uncaring attitude. Yet, for all his flaws, Alphonse Grillo had one thing Giovanni didn't...peace. There could never be any peace in Giovanni's line of work, never any comfort, and never any safety. He just hoped his family wouldn't have to suffer because of him.
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 0:32:38 GMT -6
"Thank you." she whispered, her breath still against his shoulder. She couldnt believe that earlier that day she'd felt afraid of him. Maybe it was something else wrong with her all together. She hadnt been sleeping well afterall.
Taking in a sharp breath, she lifted her face up and reached her hand up to gently caress her fingertips against his jaw. All was forgiven, and she momentarily even forgot about Luciano’s warning.
Her eyelids drooped and she tilted her mouth upwards, silently asking him to kiss her…
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 0:37:09 GMT -6
Giovanni felt her fingertips against his jaw, and he pulled her tighter to him. He smelled her perfume and now he remember why he had married her. It was because he loved her. When she tilted her mouth, he got the message, and he pressed his lips to hers. He gently ran his hand down her back, and he wanted to hold her forever.
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Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 0:41:38 GMT -6
It was as if they were young again, and time seemed to stop. Serafina melted, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt the waves of emotion that came when she remembered how it had been before Giovanni had gone to prison and her life seemed care free.
Her hands ran down to his broad shoulders while she continued to kiss him, not wanting to stop either. Moments like this were so few and so precious…
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 0:50:59 GMT -6
It was moments like these, where Giovanni felt free. Free from the demands of life, free from murder and drugs, and free from everything else. Holding Serafina so close to him, made him think back to when they were dating and they were carefree, nothing to hold them back. Giovanni wished right then, as soon as he married her, that he would have left New York and went somewhere else. Though he didn't and now he was a Don. He ran gently ran his hand through her hair, and it was pure euphoria for him. Right then, he was sorry for everything he put her through that day.
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