[b]Sophia:[/b]

She sat behind her desk, reviewing the data that she had received on the new gun that was just traded to them. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as what she was reading could bring them a lot of money. She was so good at what she did and loved every moment of it. After a few more minutes of review, she got up and placed the documents in a filing cabinet, which was just beside her desk. She closed the cabinet then looked up at her mother, who was entering her office.

“Hey Mama, I was just…” Her Mother raised her hand up, shaking her head. “I sometimes wish that I could’ve been there when you made the decision to be a part of this mafia business.” She said while sitting down in one of the chairs in Sophia’s office. “Well, I’m sorry but no matter what you said, I still would’ve joined anyway.” Sophia snapped towards her mother as she continued to walk past her and out of her office. Sophia was independent and was going to show her mother that she was wrong. The Mafia business is for Sophia, hell, she still alive and well.

Sophia walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, seeing that no one has bothered to get started on dinner. She scoffed and rolled her eyes while grabbing an apron and wrapping it around her waist, putting it up in a high ponytail as she got out pots and pans. “Now, what to cook is the question?” She asked to herself while tapping her chin. With the shrug of her shoulders, she just thought to make some vegetable soup and if they didn’t like it then they can come and cook for themselves.

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[b]Priscilla:[/b]

She turned to the side in the bed and reached for Jones, who wasn’t there as usual. She sighed while getting out of the bed and going into the bathroom, freshening up and getting her day started. Priscilla placed upon a blue, buttoned up blouse along with black pants and flat shoes, with stockings going up to her calf. She walked over to the tall mirror in the room and looked herself over while applying on a little bit of makeup – From there; she walked over to the window and scanned the streets below, hoping that Jones would be home for dinner. She sighed again while turning away from the window and leaving the room, going down the stairs and into the living area.

She greeted most of the Lombardi family that were sitting there then proceeded into the kitchen with a smile, greeting others again. “Oh, I’ll set the table for you guys.” She said while grabbing the dishes, silverware and napkins. She wasn’t scared of the Lombardi’s anymore, since she now works for them and dates their prized possession. She giggled to herself while setting up the last spot on the table.

A knock came over the door, which caused her to jump and gasp slightly as she looked at everyone, who was kind of cautious to get the door. “I’ll get it.” Priscilla spoke while walking towards the door, reaching for the doorknob as most of Lombardi men were ready to shoot. She hoped that it Jones behind this door and not a rival. With the close of her eyes and a slight breath outward, she turned the doorknob and opened the door, seeing that it was Jones.

Priscilla squealed and jumped up and gave him a tight hug. Soon, she broke the hug then waved for him to come on in. She would take his hat and coat and hang it up on a hook then walked quickly to stand by his side.