@lovecless, federico & gia.
It was a night like any other over the past few weeks, with Federico, Vincenzo, and Giovanni sitting at the dinner table eating their meals in shared silence. There wasn't really much left to say now, not that Federico hadn't already said—or shouted would be more accurate. He'd spent hours fighting with his father about this marriage—this political marriage that neither Federico nor his intended bride-to-be had any choice in. He understood, of course, as much as it pissed him off and destroyed the only relationship he'd been lucky enough to call genuine. It's the way the mafia worked; sometimes choices were taken from them for the good of the family, but Federico hoped he'd have a chance at changing things before it was forced upon him like it had been.
Federico excuses himself from the table just in time for one of his father's men to motion him over to the front door. He sighs, running an angry hand over his features, wondering what the hell—or who—needed his attention now, but when he opens the door he's faced with the last person he expected to see.
"Gia," Federico says, and it comes out confused, maybe even a little worried, but despite everything he can't help the smile that tugs at the edges of his lips. But she'd come alone; surely it couldn't have anything to do with business. He slips out the door, closing it behind him and waving a hand to dismiss the men on the other side of it. Whatever she came for, they didn't need an audience, and he didn't want his father getting in the middle like he'd done so many times before. He didn't want trouble tonight, he didn't have the patience.
"I don't have much fight left in me tonight, Gia, so if that's why you've come..."
