CLOSED STARTER FOR @ciceromalik
Augustu's death should be a celebration. A big win for the Weiss family, a beautiful stake in the foot of the other organisation that could be used to their advantage. Gemma should be rejoicing, she loved it when chaos reigned.
But she hated it when it had not been created by her. And the instability of the Vitellis was dangerous for them too, because she knew they had people in their ranks that were loyal to the other side, as they had the opposite way too.
She pressed a finger to her lips, a frown suddenly on her face as she walked the streets away from a talk with one affiliated business owner. She'd texted Cicero, the fucker. As much as she wanted to stab his other eye out, she knew he was important, everyone knew he was important. He could kill them all still their leader would say: yes but, without Cicero...
Without Cicero, he'd still be here.
That absolute fucker. The both of them, leaving her to grief.
With his beautiful hair and strong jaw. Gemma tapped a finger to her chin when she saw Cicero appear, giving him a signal to follow her. She'd once enjoyed looking at that face in the heat of the moment, both those faces. Now she saw the destruction to it for what it was: meant to hurt as it had gotten hurt.
"I'm glad you reacted to my message this quickly. I'm eager for some bloodshed, when will you be let off the leash?" Because surely she knew as well as him that he was favoured. If she was blood thirsty, he had to be too. He had to be.
