Please baby? Just tonight?

There was nothing she hated more than smelling burnt gun powder on his dress shirts. She heard the clock ding, signaling that it was midnight and Furio, her boyfriend and lover for two years, would be home soon. She hears the door close and shuts her eyes listening intently for the footsteps she knew she wouldn’t hear. He walked with such grace that any dancer would be put to shame beside him. When she opens her crystal blue eyes Cettina is staring into his dark ones. A shiver involuntarily runs down her spine as she thinks that those dark orbs might have been the last thing someone has seen tonight. His rough hands slowly run up her arms and into her long dark locks. Pulling her slowly closer Furio presses his full lips against hers. She turns her head away and begins to get up. Cettina hears a low chuckle come from him before she feels his arms slip under her legs and back, lifting her up against his chest. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she finally relaxes after a night of worrying if Furio would come back alive from his dark job of hunting the soon to be dead. She hears her love whisper sweet things in her ear as she falls into a deep sleep.

Furio laid his sleeping beauty on the bed and leaned down kissing her forehead gently. Standing up to his full height, he looks down at his ruined shirt with a grim look. He had always hated getting a snatch job, because it ended up dirty work that involved a lot of fighting on both sides. He pulled off the black dress shirt and tossed it in the garbage. He traced the three scars the woman he had grabbed left behind and scowled.
He peels off the rest of his clothes and walks over to the window opening it wide as he just noticed how hot it was. Lying on the bed beside his little dear he wraps his arms protectively around her and falls into a dreamless dream.

Beep beep beep….

Cettina groaned and buried her head deeper into the pillow. Sliding her hand over Furios naked chest and to the alarm clock beside him making that horrid sound she hits the alarm clocks button and shuts it up. Furio chuckles and gets up walking towards the closet calling over his shoulder, “Come on love, wake up.” Opening her eyes slowly she pouts at him and pets the bed beside her.

“I think I’m feeling ill, maybe you should come make me feel better. Some people say sex is the best way to get rid of a headache.” Shaking his head he walks into the connecting bathroom and disappears. Slipping out of bed, she cringes at the cold wood floors beneath her small feet.

The small brunette could hear the water running in the bathroom and smiles, quite content with her life. She glides over to the closet and opens it shuffling through the many clothes she owns, before pulling out some fading ripped jeans and a blue checkered tank top. Cettina the grabs her bra and panties and walked into the steamy blue bathroom just as the shower turned off and Furio steps out pulling on his clothes. Smiling Cettina brushed her lips over his in a sweet kiss, muttering softly, “Morning dear.” Furio smiles and leaves, heading to make breakfast.

An hour later Furio could hear soft padding of feet walking down the hallway of their three bedroom bungalow home. Furio places the steaming omelets onto a plate for each of them just as she sits on the stool at the bar.

Cettinas eyes brighten when he places her food before her. “Thanks,” She says softly as he sits down beside her and kisses her cheek. Furio begins eating, starting a coversation with her about last night.

“Sorry about coming home later, baby, we had some business to complete,” Furios deep voice rumbles from beside her.

Rolling her eyes she shrugs and continues eating not even bothering to look over at him. Sighing Furio gently touches her fingers.

“Come on, love, the Don told me we had to complete the job last night or we don’t get our cut!” Furio says pleadingly, hating how woman always seemed to be pissed about something unknown.

Pulling her hand away Cettina sighed shaking her head and looking at him saying dismiss fully. “It’s fine, really”

He knew she was lying, and bottling up this argument for a different one in the future. Another thing he hated about woman. Although he left it alone and continues eating until the silence was broken not a minute later with Cettinas voice, “Today me and the girls are going out. So, do you want anything?”

Furio shook his head his dark hair falling over his eyes as he does this. “No, but I think we’re running out of propane, but I can get that heap when I’m coming home from work,” He says back, his tone flat. Turning to him Cettina glares crossing her arms over her chest.
“Is something wrong Furio?” she asks, her voice was cold and angry. Furio raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t thought that the bigger argument would come so soon. Shaking his head he says nothing, knowing better than to interrupt a woman about to rant. He learned this after his third sister was born and could speak.

Cettina gets up and grabs her now empty plate and slams it into the sink, forcing it to shatter. “You know, I clean this house, I pick up everything, and when there is a problem at work you take it out on me! I’m nice to you Furio, and I’m understanding of your job! But don’t, and I mean don’t you ever forget my fucking birthday again!” Cettina shouts at him, still staring at the black wall behind his head. Furio looked down and sighed, her birthday had been two weeks ago but his job was really busy and he missed it.

He hears her stomp out of the room pissed off, most likely going to grab some blankets and put it out on the couch for him. Getting up from his stool he picks up his plate and gently places it in the sink and leaves the house knowing she needed time to cool off.

Cettina sits down on the black leather couch beside the blankets and hugs herself. Sniffing her shoulders begin to shake as she starts to cry. Furio was lovely, and she knew his job was hard at times, but she doesn’t care anymore! She needs him home with her if he ever wants to start a family. Looking down at her stomach she knew he didn’t have a choice anymore. Getting up she grumbles under her breath about how much he annoyed her, and how she should go down to his ‘work’ and give him a talking to. She glanced and the clock and knew she would have to get to work in an hour. Cettina grabs her purse and thick file holder before walking out to her car.

Cettina loved her job, and she hated it. For a year now she had been working as a social worker. As much as she adored the smiles on the kids faces when they go to a new home, the tears running down their cheeks a few months later when she came to pick them up killed her. Today she had four girls and three boys she needed to pick up.

Fourteen car trips, and a million phone calls later, she walks out the 10 story building and makes her way to her car. She could feel someone watching her, but shrugged it off as one of the other many employees. She opened up the door to her metallic blue ’89 ford mustang and breaths in the scent of leather and tobacco. She takes out her pack and slides the cigarette in through her plump lips. Lighting it up she breaths deeply groaning at the great feeling of it going into her lungs, almost intoxicating. Climbing into the car and starting it up she continues to smoke, something she was rarely allowed to do, driving out of the now busy parking lot.

Twenty minutes later she pulls into her friend Casey Lolents home. Climbing out of the car she walks up the four steps leading to the three story yellow house. She opens the door and walks in listening to the three other gossiping mothers. She could see the red puffy hair of Casey already as she neared the living room. Cettina cringes when she hears Skylies high pitched voice yelp, she enters the room and giggles when she sees Skylie lying on the floor glaring up at Tina who was currently laughing. Skylie was extremely short, and was never allowed to forget it around her friends. When the girls were in high school they had always hung out together.

Casey was the one with the book smarts. She wasn’t, nor ever will ever be, the prettiest woman around. She had bushy red hair that framed her pale freckled face, all thanks to her Irish mother. She had giant black eyes that seemed to speak her emotions; she had thin lips which seemed to fit with her narrow face and body. Casey was tall, way too tall; standing at 6’3 she seemed lanky. Thankfully she found Rick Tamaneas who was 6’5, a wonderful match.

Skylie and Cettina had met because of their Italian fathers both worked with each other, the same job her Furio was now so keen in doing. They were two months old, and couldn’t remember it. Skylie has golden blond hair that fell all the way down her back in ringlets. Big round innocent blue eyes that Cettina always found trust and love in when she looked in them. One word for Skylie; Angel. She was straight from heaven. Her clear skin would make anyone jealous. Her only flaw was a small gap in between her two front teeth. It wasn’t ugly; on the contrary it was cute.

If Skylie was an light angel, Tina was her opposite; a dark angel. Gorgeous enough to be a runway model; Tina had straight black hair, and almost purple eyes. She was flawless. Cettina had always been jealous of her dear friend for her beauty. Although still after six years they were best friend.

All the girls looked over at Cettina and smiled widely. Casey got up and walked over to her.

“Guess what, Cettina!” she asked excitedly her eyes bright and smile big. Cettina laughed and shrugged her shoulders.

“What? You’re pregnant again?” she teased lightly.

“No! Rick and I are reciting our vows again silly! So I need a favor.”

Skylies eyes were laughing and happy, as Tina was smirking behind her.

Shifting her weight Cattina looked up at her tall friend. “Um…What may I ask?”

Casey shrugged, “Nothing much, I just need you to take care of my boys for a week…Please, Cettina!?” She asked desperately.

Shifting her gaze to the other girls Cettina frowns, she asks “What about them?” as she nods her head towards the other girls.

Casey shakes her head. “Nope, Tina, Ralph, and her kiddies are going for a vacation, and Skylie has three kids of her own. Come on doll, you’re the only one with room.”

Groaning Cettina looks away. “Ill have to speak with Furio about it, no promises. Alright?” she replies. Casey nods her head happily knowing she had gotten her way and Cettina would sweet talk her honey into bringing the kids over for a week.

Hours later, long hours of talking about motherhood, husbands, and weddings. Obvious hints to Cettina. She drove home parking in her normal spot. She groaned when she noticed four other unknown cars near their home. Walking up the steps to the door she unlocked it and walked in. Seeing eight or so men sitting in her use-to-be clean sitting room. Walking over to Furio she pecks him on the lips and whispers in his ear, “What the fuck Furio? I thought I told you not to bring these guys here anymore. Huh?”

Smiling cheekily Furio shrugs his shoulders and gets up picking her up in the process and throwing her over his shoulder, “Come on love, its your bedtime.”

Kicking her feet Cettina screams, “Fuck Furio! If you don’t put me down I swear you wont have sex for a fuckin’ week!”

He instantly puts her down and kisses her mumbling, “I love you okay, But we were talking about business, and Its important! Please baby? Just tonight?”

Cettina clucks her tongue and then smirks, replying, “On one condition.” At this point Furio nods his head and she continues, “You let Casey send her kids here for a week.”

Furio stands up and shakes his head. “No, Not those brats! Their horrible!” Cettina glares and begins walking towards the sitting room, where Furios boss, Don Capello is. “Fine, Cettina. But only for a week! No more! You understand?”

Grinning Cettina turns around and kisses him hard. Pulling away she says, “Alright love.”