Cecilia's POV
Cecilia took a deep breath, waiting for Julia to visit her. "Cecil, what's wrong?" Cecilia shrugged her shoulders and hunched. She pushed her plate and looked at the windows.
"It's rainy, isn't it?" She asked. Her Nonno nods as he chewed the pasta. Cecilia can hear the dripping sound and chilly breeze from the outside.
"What if..." Cecilia bites her lips, "we make another loan?" her Nonno choked as he looked at Cecilia.
"What!?" Cecilia nods.
"We even haven't paid DiNozzo's, bank, and bills! Now you asking for a loan!?" Cecilia massaging her palm.
"I know it's sound ridiculous, Nonno. H-how we can find a decent job!? Your 50s." Cecilia covered her face.
Cecilia took a deep breath and sighed. She wants asked Julia about her employment. After Rico left them, they don't have any job to support their family. They can't ask the Don to give them a job, but loan. Her Nonno stood up and left her alone at the dining table.
She even hasn't heard Julia for a week. Where is she? Does she leave her? She wants to call Julia, but she could be anywhere right now.
She missed her.
She picked her Zippos and rubbed the surface. "I miss you, Julia." she put her Zippos on the table and looked at the window. She's blind and the worst, Julia has already found out since they first met. Cecilia closed her eyes tried not to cry, but she's ending up crying.
Julia's POV
Julia stretching her body while she looks at the paper in her hand. "Marcello? How's our 'Coca-Cola' selling?" Marcello put the report on the table.
"We lose 80.000 dollars last week, but today we made a huge profit." Julia smiled upon hearing that. She took off her glasses.
"How's your wife?" Marcello nods.
"She's good and we wait for another baby," Julia picked her phone, then looked at him.
"Congratulation," Marcello smiled, and he took a deep breath.
"Can I ask for a day off, Don?" Julia raised her eyebrow. Julia bites her finger as she was thinking about her. She hasn't met her these past few weeks.
"Are you afraid to put her in danger?" Marcello sits on the chair and nods. He wants to laugh after hearing his boss's question. "It's okay if you want to laugh," she said.
Marcello took a deep breath, "there's a time you will feel okay, boss. Feel afraid to lose someone. It's our job to keep and gave her the as best as we could, Don." Marcello said as he stood up, "before I leave," Julia lift her head.
"You not the other Salvatore I've ever worked, Don," Julia narrowed her eyes, "my dad once said to me that all of Salvatore always gets what you want, but a couple few weeks ago, you proof the otherwise. You not taken what it's not belong to us." Marcello said.
"You even got her respect," Julia tilted her head.
"Whose her?" Julia cleaned her desk, then looking at Marcello.
Marcello looked at Julia, "you don't know her?" Julia shrugged her shoulders.
"Her name was Maria Montella. Before she disappears, she was the most feared woman from across the America. She can be recognize has a tattoo on her back and it's portrayed as her late boyfriend." Julia hummed.
Julia stood up and picked her phone. "Where's Giusto?" Marcello asked her to follow him. Julia and Marcello walked down the hallway and all the maids and butlers bows to her. Vito cut off their tongue and forced them to stay there until they died.
A rumor said her great-great-grandfather was a psychopath that almost killed 23000 people and made Salvatore the most feared family in the underworld. Julia looks at the Giusto, who was talking on the phone.
"People said Giusto was a former Police. Are you not afraid?" Julia raised her eyebrow and looks at Marcello.
"I decide who I should trust and shouldn't, Marcello." She put her hand inside her pocket and waiting her car to arrive.
Marcello took a deep breath and his face turned into pale, "about your day off," Julia looks at him, "can you take the package at this address?" Julia gave him a piece of a paper.
"What kind of package?" She ignores him and walked to her car. Giusto opened the door for her and she gets inside to her car.
"Good afternoon, Giusto." Giusto nods and he sat next to her chauffeur.
"Can you search Marcello's background?" Giusto furrowed his brow.
"Don Vito asked me to looking for the snitch and undercover agent." Giusto nods and she remembered about Marcello's question to her. She silently wearing her gloves. She closed her eye.
The car stopped. Giusto furrowed his brow as he looked at his surrounding. "Shit, it's an ambush," Julia, who was pretending to passed out, can hear Giusto and her chauffeur screamed. Julia opened her eyes as Matthew pat her shoulder twice.
Cecilia's POV
Cecilia and her Nonna walked to the stores. "There's a lot of Salvatore's men, Cecil." She said.
Cecilia walked towards them and cleared her throat. "excuse me, gentleman?" All of them stopped laughing and straightened their bodies.
"Are you Ms. Cecilia?" Cecilia nods.
"W-what's going on with DiNozzo?" No one dare to speak.
Cecilia narrowed her eyes, and she walks inside. "D-do you need help, Ms. Ceci…" Cecilia shook her head.
"Wh-where's your Don? I want to speak with her!" Cecilia sat on the couch and she knows this scent. "Julia, are you here?" Cecilia followed Julia's scent.
"Sh-she left her jacket." Cecilia dragged her feet to the couch and sit. Her Nonna sit next to her and grabbed her hand.
"Let's we come back tomorrow, okay?" Cecilia shook her head.
"Can you call her?" No one dare to speak.
Cecilia took a deep breath and hunched. Does she forget her promise? Cecilia has a lot of thinking about Julia since their last encounter. Cecilia took a deep breath and dragged her feet to get outside. Where was she? Cecilia needs her. She wants to tell her about her burden. She wants to spending time with her.
Julia's POV
Julia punched Marcello's face, "one more time, Marcello. Where you're temporary HQ?" Julia looked at Giusto and her chauffeur.
"Three of you already get my respect. Why were you betrayed us!?" Julia picked her baseball.
"Julia, enough!" Julia looking at the door and she put the baseball bat on the floor. Even though she's old, Maria is still a mafioso. She was the Godmother.
TBC