The Don's Daughter (xMILENKOx & SnowGlassRoses)

[SnowGlassRoses]

The vodka was almost orgasmicly smooth. Francesca didn’t drink often, in fact quite rarely, but the taste of that sweet vanilla tingling down her throat was as sweet as sin at that moment. Her painted red lips drew inward as she sighed happily, as if life had been renewed to her. For the moment, she forgot everything…About Sal, about her brother, about this stupid marriage…For the moment, that trashy Europop music sounded like a heavenly choir. Francesca had blissfully drifted into thoughts of nothing at all..until she felt Luca’s hand on her side. Blinking, and nearly spilling the rest of her drink, Francesca glared at the man whom had nearly knocked into her…

As Luca moved his arm around her, Francesca tried her hardest not to blush. His hold upon her was firm, protective even in a way that her brother could not muster on the occasions when he did hug her close. She followed the Sicilian, despite being unable to hear what he had said over the sound of some nasally Swedish Britney Spears equivalent, not to mention the sound of a rather skeezy cat call in Russian. As she sat down, Francesca glanced over her shoulder towards the Russian whom had wolfed at her. Her expression was not of disgust but of amusement, with sweet eyes that said “fuck off” in the nicest way possible. She didn’t say the words aloud however, too many witnesses that could relay her confrontation…Brushing her hair away from her face, she took another sip of her drink and smiled to Luca.

“It’s like a Russian Giuseppe hm? Pretty scary to think there could be more than one of him…” She laughed softly against the glass, finishing off the last of the syrupy mixture that had lingered at the bottom..the white crème lingering upon her lips in a slight trickle until Francesca slid her finger across her glossy lips, licking the crème off elegantly. She had not meant to put on any display of seduction, but her eyes had been intently focused upon her Sicilian guard.. “You’re going to draw too much attention standing up like that…” She mused, patting the seat beside her. “Relax for a bit..tell me why you were so eager to get out of the house,” She smiled somewhat, resting her chin upon the palm of her hand as she leaned towards him, her breasts pushing up nicely into view from the way her arms framed her chest. “Though I think I could guess why…”

 

[xMILENKOx]

Luca did as he was told now out of respect but desire, he watched Francesca's every little move with keen interest in her. As she leaned towards her his eyes couldnt help but gaze over her chest. He relaxed and casually leaned forward with his elbows on th table. His eyes now locked on her's. "I had to get away from your Brother before I stabbed him with the nearest sharp object.." Luca replied with a grin, he was serious but as he relaxed he became more playfull. He casually sipped at his water before removeing his leather jacket, benath he wore a black short sleeved shirt with seemed to cling to his muscular frame whilst his strong arms were on display. The heat of the busy bar caused his bronze skin to shine as he sweated lightly. Soon his water was finished and he set his empty glass down next to Francesca's. He smiled to her as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a handfull of cash. "Same again?" He asked in a seductive tone, his tongue playfully running across his lower lip as he spoke. Though befor she cound answer he was on his feet and on his way to the bar.

As Luca left Francesca, Niko's gaze was still upon her. Even though she seemed uninterested in his offer he couldnt help but be attracted by the italian girl. Around him were pale skinny european girls whom were all junkies thanks to Niko. He got them addicted to keep them loyal after all they wouldnt bite the hand that feeds them, well unless he told them to bite. Niko remained calm even though a little pissed off that she turned him down. Whilst he watched Francesca one of his whores got down onto her knees infront of him and unzipped his fly and dug out his cock. With a Double Vodka in one hand and a joint in the Niko sat as the girl began to give him head. Niko grinned and casually winked at Francesca as if to say this could be you.

"Hey can I get a double Princess Alexandra and a beer please.." Luca said simply to the bartender as he stood leaning against the bar. He may have been teetotal but he did have the odd drink every now and then when he managed to get a moment away from work. As the bartender fixed the drinks Luca casually stared back at Francesca with a playfull smile. Watching her not only for desire but also to make sure she wasnt being hastled by anyone. After all they both looked nothing like the pale europeans that surrounded them. As the drinks were handed to Luca he paid and then made his way back to the table. Setting the double Princess Alexandra infront of Francesca, Luca then took his seat oppisite her. He casually sipped at his beer whilst his eyes were fixed on Francesca. "This place is terrible, they got no Italian beer!.. its all this european crap.." Luca said playfully as he became more chatty as he relaxed.

 

[SnowGlassRoses]

As Luca began to relax around her, Francesca could not resist admiring him. Perhaps, not so subtly either from the way she smiled, her sweet hazel eyes wandering over every line of muscle as he removed his jacket. She had been gazing at, almost in a daze, the way his neck was so tight…when he spoke. The mafia princess caught glance of his tongue running smoothly against his lips, which made her knees press together beneath the table. It had been so incredibly..sensual. Hotter than anything Sal ever did, and Sal talked a lot in bed…Mob guys typically did that though, lots of praise for themselves while they fucked, wanting to be called God and all that sort..they seduced with their wallets and their mouths, but not quite like that

“S-sure..” She managed to smile as he inquired as to her drink of choice. As he walked away, she turned her face, trying to hide her blush as she bit her lip.. She had glanced over her shoulder, her heart fluttering with thoughts of this man she barely knew, whom she had hated just less than a day before..the man who had essentially carried out the hit on her ex-lover! In the midst of her confusion she spotted that sleeze in the corner, winking at her as some anorexic coke-whore wiggled on her knees between his legs. Francesca’s lips curled in disgust as she glared at the man, turning her head away and replacing the scowl with a smile as Luca came back. She smiled, tapping his wrist elegantly as he placed her drink down. “Ahhh see, that’s much better. No water” She purred, taking the glass up and bringing it to her lips as he chuckled about the alcohol selection.

“Well,” she smiled, licking a bit of shaved ice from her lips, leaning in towards Luca as if saying something secret, “This is the only bar in town that I’m certain Giuseppe’s goons don’t hang out…The last thing we need is for my brother to come barging down here and making a scene…”

Meanwhile, at the Guilliano estate, a lavish white Mercedes pulled into the driveway and parked amidst the black armored cars with their tinted windows..A woman as thin as a whisp, dressed in a black dress as tight as her skin, her breasts nearly bulging out at the top of the v neck cut, wrapped in white fur coat that was almost too gaudy considering it was only brisk at best outside, stepped out in strappy heels and made her way to the front door. Her brunette hair was teased and poofed almost into a mane around her thin face. Her plump collagen lips were glossed with bright red lipstick, making her look like “Italian Tramp Barbie,” a striking opposite to the more elegantly seductive Francesca. Elena Buscinni, only a year younger than Francesca, was Giuseppe Guilliano’s latest squeeze. Not a brothel girl, but the daughter of one of the New York capos who acted as messenger for the Guilliano family. Elena was a spoiled, plastic skank of a girl in Francesca’s opinion…Who doted and fawned over Giuseppe since her father began working for them. She had been sleeping with him on and off for some time, but now that the other little tramp had been taken care of by Luca, Elena could now rightfully take her spot as Giuseppe’s gal…

For now.

Her heels clicked obnoxiously on the wooden floor as she made her way down to the billiards room. The meeting had been dispersed, leaving the members of the family to enjoy themselves at the Estate until they left to take care of business. When Elena walked in, moving her long almost cat like fake nails up Giuseppe’s sides as he sat up at the bar Antonio, who nearly spat his drink back into his glass took an almost boyish nudge at Don Vinchenzo, nodding in the direction of the man’s son.

“Guess who gorgeous!” Elena purred in a thick Brooklyn accent, her pearly teeth grinning almost Cheshire like..

 

[xMILENKOx]

Luca casually sipped at his beer whilst he continued to admire Francesca, without a care he playfully rubbed his left calf against the side of her left calf beneath the table. "I doubt your brother's ego could handle the compotition with the asshole in the cornor.." Luca replied with a grin, he had taken notice of Niko discreetly. Infact he had takeing notice of everyone in the room instinctivly. Though he was obviously more interested in Francesca than anyone else in the room. Lucas right hand moved across the table and casually caressed Francesca's hand. his eyes were fixed on hers as he finished his beer and set the empty bottle on the table.

Niko watched on with a hint of jealousy as Francesca was focused on Luca. Niko's tattooed and peirced cock continued to slide in and out of the mouth of the Junkie whore. With a hiss and a shake of his head Niko gave up interest in Francesca and looked down to the girl sucking his cock without a care. He obviously wasnt enjoying it and was quick to pull her head away from him. "Получите меня шлюху!" He shouted as he stood up exposeing himself to the entire room without a care. Niko's little stunt upsetted an old Albanian drunk at the bar whom thanks to the booze wasnt threatened by Niko and his thugs. The old man staggered over to Niko. Niko watched the man before putting his cock away. The old man was old enough to be Niko's father and felt compelled to tell the young man off. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Shouted the old man, Niko's response was to grin. He walked over to the old man and casually pushed him back, the old man in his drunken stuper fell back onto his ass. Niko then casually unholsted his prized gold plated makarov pistol which he was quick to aim down at the old man. "You forget who I am Olek?!" Niko shouted at the old man whom now sat with his arms covering his face in fear of the gun. As people paniced by the sight of the gun Niko's thugs began to do a little crowd control.

Luca was obviously distracted by Niko's little preformance. "We should go.." Luca said in concern of Francesca's safety. Luca noticed a back door which would give them a more discreet exit. After all Niko had been watching them and was now waveing a gun around and had his little posse with him. Luca watched Francesca keen to get her out of her for both her safety and his desire.

As the meeting ended everyone moved to the billiards room. Giuseppe grinned as he felt his lover's presence. He was sat on a bar stool whilst casually working his was down a class of scotch. He was quick to fill a second glass for her as she joined him. "Hmmmm... I dunno Jenna?.." Giuseppe joked in response to Elena's quistion. He slid the glass across the bar to her before moveing around on his stool to face her. Like a dog with a bone Giuseppe grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him forceing her to stand between his legs before planting a very over the top kiss upon her lips. Vinchenzo watched in disgust and shook his head at Antonio. "So whos this tramp? and where did the blonde go?" Vinchenzo asked Antonio half heartedly as he focused his attention to a glass of orange juice that sat infront of him where a glass of scotch should be sat. Vinchenzo disaproved of Giuseppe's casanova like attitude to women. Vinchenzo had waited so long for grandchildren and wasnt happy to have payed for Giuseppe to abort three potential children.

 

[SnowGlassRoses]

His sudden playfulness intrigued Francesca, who elegantly glided her leg against his..being so bold as to even shift her position in her chair, so that she could drape her legs over his thighs. Luca was such a breath of fresh air in the monotony, if one truly could describe mafia life as such. Somewhere within her heart however, Francesca chided herself…This man had -killed- Sal! But, she hadn’t loved Sal…Sal made her feel important, but he was just like every other man who had ever courted her. They were grabby and possessive…The only reason Sal hadn’t tried to put his hands in her skirt their first date was because he was afraid Vinchenzo or Giuseppe had her wired…

A good assumption on his part, as Francesca went to school her entire life with a bodyguard lingering somewhere within the school, her phone had been tapped numerous times by her father, and Giuseppe…if Francesca knew half of what he did, God only knows what would happen..

Gently, Francesca’s lean fingertips moved to entwine with the hand Luca caressed her with. She didn’t look back to the Russian, but continued to smile and gaze into the Sicilian’s eyes. “You underestimate Giuseppe’s ego…” She smiled, tracing her fingers of her free hand over the man’s wrist. With a flirtier smile upon her face, Francesca leaned in, the twist of her shoulders pressing her breasts together absentmindedly. “Do -you- have a big ego, Luca?” she purred curiously, tilting her head as she giggled…

Any potential sparks between them were immediately halted, as the sound of harsh Russian echoed above the nasaly Europop. Francesca glanced over her shoulder to see a girl as thin as a twig stumbling onto the floor as the sleazy Russian man exposed himself…Narrowing her eyes in disgust, and unimpressed, she cautiously viewed the old man approaching. She squeezed Luca’s hand gently, and nodded quietly at him. “Go..” She whispered, standing up while the Russian’s back was turned.

Elena meanwhile, gave Giuseppe a playful slap on the shoulder’s, gasping sweetly as he pulled her close. “Ohhh such a tease!” She purred, though it could be very likely that there -was- a Jenna…but Elena wasn’t the type of slut that would tolerate that..She’d go down with a fight, and unlike the skank before her, Elena had connections with the family and couldn’t be so easily disposed of. “Mmm oh you look so handsome today..” She purred with the sincerity of a worshiper in Mass, stroking Giuseppe’s cheek as they kissed. “You sure you aren’t carved out of marble…”

Having had his hearing aid turned up enough to hear this, Antonio rolled his eyes and chuckled behind his glass. Sickening, the way girls flaunted over that boy…but even Francesca had tendencies to dote upon her brother, there was something about Giuseppe that seemed to captivate women..but no one had held him with such high regards as his mother. Maria had treated Giuseppe like a prince from the moment she held him in her arms…One would think such an affectionate mother would have had a better influence on her son’s attitude towards women.“Eh…I think-a that’s Tony Buscinni’s girl…” Antonio eyed her for a momen t before looking back towards the Don, “Remember when-a she was young, she used to-a have those grande glasses? Though she look-a like she had a-more than just eye surgery eh?”

 

[xMILENKOx]

With Francesca order Luca casually stood up whilst he held her hand rather tightly, his eyes breifly looking over the Russian and his goons before abruptly pulling Francesca out of her seat and towards the back door. Luca's free hand took hold of the door handle and slowly pushed it down and let the door swing open to reveal a dark back alley filled with beer crates and old barrels and other typical bar waste. Luca closed the door behind them, thankfully the loud music and shouting covered the noises made by the door. Once in the alley Luca knew Niko or one of his goons would notice their absence from the bar, Luca looked left and right only to see a wall and a chain link fench. Luca ran to the fence and crouched down infront of it. "Climb over the fence!" He ordered as he sat ready for her to climb onto his back and then over the fence.

"I am Nikolai Gurlakovich!.. Brother of Sergei Gurlakovich!.." Niko barked at the old man as he continued to point the gun at him, with each word he pushed the gun closer to the old man as if he was punching the air. "Oгорченное, настолько огорченное!" Cried the old man in terror, his alcahol enduced courage soon fadeing away and bringing him back to the reality of the situation and his place in the food chain. In the heat of the moment Niko and his goons had lost sight of Luca and Francesca. Niko hissed before kicking the old man, his vicous gaze went from the old man to Francesca's previous posistion. His eyes widened as he noticed Luca and Francesca were missing. "Where did those two go?!" Niko shouted angrilly before shakeing his head and kicking the old man once again. Niko's thugs took the hint and the four of them split up two made their way out of the front door and the other two headed for the back door.

"I was carved in marble by angels baby!.." Giuseppe replied vainly with a smug grin though was in no mood to return the compliment. He simply kissed her again in a manner his Father's generation would feel best done in the privacy of the bedroom. Vinchenzo was quick to finish his orange juice as he caught the kiss in the cornor of his eye, his son's little preformance distracting him from Antonio's convosation.