Arianna POV:
I sat patiently waiting in the living room, I smirked to myself looking over at my handiwork. I'm sure my sister assumed I was handing over her fabric, playing the good sister. After discovering how deep the rot runs into the family tree I was ready with a match and gasoline.
I sipped my tea waiting for her to come to the door, Giovanni was nervous about inviting her in she was walking a whirlwind of drama and death, but I was sure we had our bases covered. Luca was upstairs and Peanut was waiting patiently to protect me, I couldn't wait.
Sure enough, she came around knocking at the door. Becaa opened it, all hands were on staff today. She wasn't the devil himself, but she was his offspring. I sat back waiting for her to stomp over to me with her demands but instead, she calmly strolled over.
"Tea," she commented.
She didn't say a word as she grabbed a cup and poured herself some, fidgeting as she adjusted her skirt and not speaking first. I took another sip letting her stew in the silence but the horrible guilt knotted in my stomach. She was off her game, not the fiery egomaniac I faced the other day, either being in Giovanni's house truly terrified her, or a bigger monster had put her in this state.
I knew which was more likely. "I take it he wasn't pleased with your risky tantrum the other day," I finally spoke.
She glared at me but her normal fierce contempt was mixed with other emotions in the waters of her eyes. She swallowed before she found her words. "I'm not looking to fight all I want is my fabric and then I'll go. We're sisters we shouldn't be acting like this,"
The rehearsed manner of her words told me exactly the type of scolding she had gotten from Daddy dearest. He was all the way across town but I felt his hand in this room, pulling her strings and we sat here.
"You know you don't have to do everything he wants," I cut through the bull shit. I reprimanded myself on the inside, but I did. I felt sorry for her. She had grown on ever shifting ground survival her only instincts, and with a maniac like our father, I knew why she lashed out the way she did. I had barely survived after a few weeks of it but she had never left that house. She was doing everything he was asking even though she wanted to kill me for taking apart her wedding day.
She dropped her hesitancy a snarl forming on her lips. "You don't get it, I'm sorry that I can't run off every time I disagree with him. I do what I'm supposed to,"
I wanted to reach for her. "You always have a choice." I shot back and she stared at me like I was the traitor. "I didn't leave you, by the way," I reminded her. "Mom took me, she tried to take us both in the middle of the night and even after that she fought for you! She never stopped trying to get custody of you, but he had better lawyers," I pushed.
"Don't LIE!" She slammed down the cup of tea splashing all over the table. "Dammit,"
She looked up at me with coldness lying beyond the smile she put on her face turning to Becca "We need a towel,"
Becca gave me a look before she left getting us a towel and leaving us alone. I turned back to my sister who had slumped in her chair her arms crossed as she watched me.
"I'm not lying," I gently began again, the naive part of my soul hoping I could reach my sister.
"I've come here for my fabric, I'm not talking about anything else," She cut me off.
I suppose I had pushed too hard, some people don't like hearing the truth. She was frustrating, she was a horrible person, and she'd no doubt had a hand in our mother's death, but still, she was my sister.
"You said you didn't want to fight either," I grabbed my cup.
I turned thinking I heard Becca coming back instead I saw her there a gun at her side some greasy slime ball holding her hostage. I sighed, setting down my cup and turning back to Guilia she sat there grinning like the cat with the canary.
"If you want your little friend to live you're gonna come with me," She taunted me. "Not one sound to warn your knight in shining armor," she pulled a gun of her own.
"I am, am I?" I turned back to Becca and the creep trying to force us to leave, as shocking as it was not an ounce of fear was plaguing me. As I had said we had our bases covered.
He didn't see it but there was Giovanni behind him stun gun in hand. He went down in heap, his head slamming on the tile and my sister's smile vanished. Men flooded the room taking him off to god knows where and securing the room. I ran up to Becca. "Are you all right?" I asked her and she nodded her hands grabbing tightly onto mine.
Luca came over and took her from me, arm around her as they headed into the kitchen. Giovanni made his way into the room sitting down across from Guilia.
"You honestly thought that bumbling fool had gotten through my security unseen?" He asked her.
Guilia sat back down with a plop, pouting slightly her eyes wide in possible disbelief, possibly fear. Her gun useless at her side.
"You thought he wouldn't be watching?" I asked her stunned she had tried something this stupid.
"I hadn't realized this place was that well secured," She mumbled.
"I told you it would be better to run," Giovanni replied the satisfaction he had wasn't reaching me.
She shifted in her seat masking her disappointment with confidence shaking her hair back and straightening. "You can't kill me, you do that and my father will mow every last one of you down, and then no one can protect your precious prize,"
I sighed moving back to the room and sitting down.
"Why don't we call it Even you give me my fabric and we'll part ways," she scrunched her nose at me ignoring Gio.
I lazily rolled my head to the side, but your fabric is already here," I told her.
She looked around the room. "What are you talking about I don't see it," She looked around.
I turned my attention to the windows the new drapes hanging by them. "I thought they'd suit the room well, brighten the space up don't they look wonderful," I grabbed my cup and took a sip.
She stopped for a second still not realizing I was talking about the drapes for a second before marching over to the window and grabbing one. "Oh! FUcking bitch!" She went for her gun but Giovanni coked his own first and she stilled.
"I think it's time you go," I announced.
"No way," She huffed.
Fine you want the cherry on top
I whistled and in walked Peanut in her beautiful ivory dress she growled at my sister crouching towards her and barking making Guilia flinch. "Of course, there was some left over I couldn't let my girl go without a pretty dress," I kissed my dog as she passed me.
Guilia looked as though she wanted to explode but the dog kept slowly moving toward her, she looked up at me sneering before she ran for the door Peanut running after her.
I sat down in my chair sighing. Five minutes with her and I felt like I had aged myself ten years. I heard him get up and get me a drink, handing me the glass.
"That went well," he cheered my glass and I stifled a laugh downing the drink.