The Godmother
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,546
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Mob
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Fifteen year old CiCi DuValle's parent's had died in a car accident a little less than a year ago. She had been left to her godmother, thirty year old Bree Carpelli.
Bree welcomed CiCi into her family with open arms and treated her as if she were Bree's own daughter. Bree lived in a large manor with servants and cooks. CiCi was allowed in every room except for the conference room and that was only when Bree's "employee's" were there. The Carpelli family was a very well known N'Drangheta family.
One evening, a small, wiry man with watery brown eyes was escorted into the lobby by Bruno. Bruno was a big guy that stood 6'5" and was 220 pounds of pure muscle. He was married into the Carpelli family by Bree's younger sister, Tracy.
"Please anything but the Comare. I've paid her for this month!" The man wrung his hands nervously. Bruno just glared at him.
"Come in, Mr. Klemper." A woman in a white dress with blonde hair, brown eyes and tanned skin said from the top of the stairs. Mr. Klemper wairly made his way up the stairs and into Bree's study.
"Hi, shug." The woman said to CiCi as she came down the stairs. She was a little taller than CiCi and had the same lean build.
"Hi, Tracy." CiCi responded. Tracy quickly kissed Bruno before he left the room.
"Watch out for Bree. She's on a real tear right now." Tracy warned.
The pair could hear Bree screaming at Mr. Klemper despite the closed door. Mr. Klemper could barely be heard pleading with Bree. They heard blows landing. Everything went silent.
Moments later, Mr. Klemper exited the study. His left eye was blacked; his upper lip was busted and his nose was bleeding. CiCi noticed that he was now limping slightly. A trio of men left the study, going their separate ways.
A tall, lanky woman in a white suit with black hair that was pulled back into a bun stood at the top of the stairs with a man in his mid to late fourties. They whispered something to each other before the woman's grey eyes feel on CiCi.
"You." The woman said.
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Fifteen year old CiCi DuValle's parent's had died in a car accident a little less than a year ago. She had been left to her godmother, thirty year old Bree Carpelli.
Bree welcomed CiCi into her family with open arms and treated her as if she were Bree's own daughter. Bree lived in a large manor with servants and cooks. CiCi was allowed in every room except for the conference room and that was only when Bree's "employee's" were there. The Carpelli family was a very well known N'Drangheta family.
One evening, a small, wiry man with watery brown eyes was escorted into the lobby by Bruno. Bruno was a big guy that stood 6'5" and was 220 pounds of pure muscle. He was married into the Carpelli family by Bree's younger sister, Tracy.
"Please anything but the Comare. I've paid her for this month!" The man wrung his hands nervously. Bruno just glared at him.
"Come in, Mr. Klemper." A woman in a white dress with blonde hair, brown eyes and tanned skin said from the top of the stairs. Mr. Klemper wairly made his way up the stairs and into Bree's study.
"Hi, shug." The woman said to CiCi as she came down the stairs. She was a little taller than CiCi and had the same lean build.
"Hi, Tracy." CiCi responded. Tracy quickly kissed Bruno before he left the room.
"Watch out for Bree. She's on a real tear right now." Tracy warned.
The pair could hear Bree screaming at Mr. Klemper despite the closed door. Mr. Klemper could barely be heard pleading with Bree. They heard blows landing. Everything went silent.
Moments later, Mr. Klemper exited the study. His left eye was blacked; his upper lip was busted and his nose was bleeding. CiCi noticed that he was now limping slightly. A trio of men left the study, going their separate ways.
A tall, lanky woman in a white suit with black hair that was pulled back into a bun stood at the top of the stairs with a man in his mid to late fourties. They whispered something to each other before the woman's grey eyes feel on CiCi.
"You." The woman said.
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