[IC] The Mafia Wars

[iSuspect]

Sophia

"You are really family, so I can talk to you anyway I want." Sophia said while eying towards her brother, rolling her eyes again. The soup was finally finished and she took a ladle and took a pot into the dining, yelling for everyone to come to dinner. She had set the table beforehand with bowls, spoons and napkins. She started pouring soup into the bowls, except for hers. She smiled once her mother had came to the table as she gave her a hug. "Is our beloved cousin coming down and joining us?" She asked with a scoff while patting herself down. "Shoot! I'll be right back."

She scurried out of the kitchen and went through the swinging door and down the hall, going towards her office. While approaching, she knew that something wasn't right, Sophia leaned her ear on the door and heard rambling. She opened the door and stood in the doorway with her over her chest, a small smirk curving among her lips. "Well, well, well, found what you are looking for?" She asked with a raised brow and dropping her arms, walking further into her office.

She walked behind her desk and opened up the top left drawer and grabbed her filing cabinet keys, shaking them in front of Rosie's face. "What exactly are you doing in my office?" She asked while sitting down in her chair, leaning back while placing her arms up on the armrest and crossing her legs. "I'm waiting for an answer." She wasn't going to wait any longer as her brows were starting to furrow.

Priscilla

When the doors opened she jumped and gasped slightly, but seeing that it was Mama Ana, she felt somewhat relieved. "I'm sad as much but I hate lying to him about my job, can't I just tell him?" She asked Mama Ana but then lowered her head, knowing that she was going to hear from her later. She told her not to touch the dishes and she shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head. "I always wanted to hear this story." Priscilla said while leaning on the counter with her arms and listened to her story, chuckling when necessary. "I love that name, Jonah." She had said while watching her leave the kitchen with the dessert.

Priscilla didn't really care too much for that but she was with her husband and family, so she just walked out the kitchen with smile and back down beside Jones. She sat down and kept quiet while reaching out grabbing Jones' hand with a smile then looking up at everyone and looked towards Mama Ana and Papa Antonio. "Jones, I know it's kind of dangerous out there for us right now, but don't you think I could at least see your nightclub?" She asked with a raised brow.

Truly enough, even though she is his girlfriend, she hasn't seen not his nightclub, she figured because of the danger that loomed within the streets.

[AuntFlavia]

Carl couldn't sleep. His thoughts kept him awake; they skittered around his mind like a colony of ants. They were building a hill full of plans and worries and ideas. He knew that once he had gotten a way in that he wasn't going to be able to sleep anyway, so he fell back on his military habits.

Seventy one...seventy two...seventy three...

Crunches so soon after eating maybe wasn't the best idea. If he puked that would add some variety to his workout at least.

Carl was trying to clear his mind with exercise, but thoughts about the job crept in anyway. It hadn't even started yet and already he had questions.

Seventy seven...seventy eight...seventy nine...

Why did they call me so early?

It was just possible that they already knew who he was and what he was planning to do with their petty gang. Could be that this meeting tomorrow was a trap and the second he showed up they would put a bullet in his head. But that wouldn't make sense; they told him to bring a gun. You don't ask a snake in the grass to come armed, unless you were colossally stupid, or crazy.

Eighty three...Eighty four...

The only other thing he could think of was that something had come up unexpectedly. Some opportunity arose and the Rosetti's were eager enough to snatch it up that they needed people quickly to help. Could be that one of the other families lost some territory, and the Rosetti's want to step in before anybody else. Maybe it was a surprise hit on another family.

Carl really didn't like the sound of that. He wasn't about to start gunning down people, even gangsters, just to maintain his disguise. That was too far.

Eighty five?...or was it seven?...

“Crap.” Carl leaned back on the floor and sighed. He couldn't even kill time right. He closed his eyes and started again, trying to imagine his commanding officer egging him on. Instead, his imagination conjured up the rather creepy image of Michael looming over him, staring at him dead eyed and saying quietly, “They'll just as soon blow your brains out.”

Christ, he had to get out of this hole of an apartment. Carl got up quickly, ignoring the headache it produced and got changed. He needed to leave, clear his head in a bar or a club. Something, anything but staying here another minute longer with nothing to do but think about how many different and colorful ways he could get killed.

He left the apartment, slamming the door and locking it quickly. Time to get a drink.