WHILE SHE HAD BECOME VERY ACCUSTOMED to seeing the eldest largo parade around sans shirt, it didn’t mean she was particularly pleased when he did so. normally it meant that he had recently harmed someone, or more accurately, murdered them in cold blood during one of his usual temper spats. mag remembers once a time where such actions would put someone of luigi’s mental state behind bars for good. but of course, rotti largo would never allow one of his own to be put in prison ------ but not out of genuine care. the largo name carried a lot of reputation, & with that great weight, rotti was forced to protect his flesh & blood, lest he have his own name dragged in the mud along with them. the largo family may be rich in wealth, but they were poor in other ways.
THE SOPRANO WOULD GLIDE ACROSS THE ROOM towards one of luigi’s many assistants ; poor thing shaking as he held a nice pristine shirt, obviously frightened of the man he worked for. gently, she would offer the frightened man a smile, taking the shirt & allowing him the chance to leave. no need for more blood to be split that day. “ what happened this time ? “ exasperated tone queries, offering him the clean shirt with a shake of her hand ; as if begging him to cover up.
