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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jul 16, 2015 0:25:59 GMT -5
Suki looked away to a distance of nothing, Suki knew there was no escape for her. "I can't. Uncle Enzo, he knows everything... As soon as I take off and get away, there's always going to be something pulling me back. He's going to find me, Vivian. Pietro, River, it just takes one of them to get me back in the business," Suki sighed. Nothing but the truth was that no one could escape the mafia. Especially not the Antonucchi Mafia.
Suki Holland. That sounded good. Better.
"This life of ours are 'what ifs'. What if I left, what would become of me when they catch me?" Suki looked down on her coffee. "I want to escape, but I can't, I wish I was just like you," Suki whispered.
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Post by Vivian D'Amore on Jul 16, 2015 0:46:03 GMT -5
After getting the woman at the counter's attention and gesturing another round by waving two fingers, Vivian’s eyes analyzed Suki. It didn’t take a person trained in the art of legilimency to figure out exactly what was running through the blonde’s head. It was common knowledge; once you’re in, you’re in for life, it’s a one way ticket straight through.
“They’re far too busy to steal you back.”
All of her ideas were childish, illogical. She’d sound stupid just rambling some off the topic of her head. It didn’t stop her from allowing one to slip out. “Why not elope? Too romantic, I know. But allow yourself to fall in love and run away together. Two is far better than one, the odds are stronger that way.” Vivian almost flitched at what she had said, yet continued to dig deep, “find someone at your employment. There are a few handsome men who work for the family who’d be willing to get out and allow you to steal their hearts. Men are suckers for a pretty face.”
She scratched at the side of her eye, mindful of her makeup. With a sigh, Vivian shrugged, “it’s a silly idea, I know.” She almost apologized, but it didn’t feel right to say sorry for brainstorming.
Ignoring the comment about what ifs, Vivian shook her head gingerly. The grass is always greener... She considered offering switching roles, but she knew how that’d piss of Uncle Enzo much more than it should. She, also, was quick to realize casual sex was something to enjoy, not something of business. At least for her, at least for Suki.
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jul 16, 2015 20:48:05 GMT -5
Suki thought about it, everyone might be too busy to catch her, that's true. But she knew family is what kept the sacred Omerta and the Costa Nostra tradition of the mafia up. They might be too busy, but both of them knew they will always have enough time, they always do. She wondered if she should even bother thinking of escape, she was doomed to a life trapped being a fisher, sometimes it was too real that she had stopped bothering anymore, just dreaming about silly things like this, escaping.
"You know I prefer the silly thought of finding someone I like," she looked at Vivian, "I'm never going to get married at this point, really. No man would want a woman with a better job than himself, I'm okay with that. I don't think I'm really compatible with men at this point, I'm too turned off by their scrutinizing of women like me invading their work space," she muttered, almost bitterly. She really hated that, she was getting sick of being mistrusted.
"It's okay, its not like Uncle Enzo would want me to just pick some low life, you know?"
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Post by Vivian D'Amore on Jul 17, 2015 0:26:35 GMT -5
She was quiet, other than saying thank you, while the second serving of coffee was delivered. Once the lady left, Vivian propped herself up on her elbows to lean closer to Suki. “You’d be surprised. There are some men who think strong women are just the cat’s meow.”
Sitting back against the back of the booth, she shrugged and blew carefully on her fresh coffee. She looked into the steam for answers, although silly and impractically, always seemed to work. It was because the mind was clear and open, but her practices were still something she clung onto. Vivian set the mug back down and, while dropping sugar cubes into the black liquid, suggested, “find yourself an artist type. After all, artists are capable of accepting women better, they, themselves, are more or less feminine.”
“Uncle Enzo, is far too busy to worry about fairy tales.” Sure, Vivian was mocking their uncle, something of disrespect, but as a female, sometimes it needed to be done. “And you wouldn’t pick a low life.” You don't pick.
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Post by Suki Antonucchi-Holland on Jul 21, 2015 22:06:34 GMT -5
She looked at the lady as she had served their second batch. Warmer, she took a hold of her new cup of coffee. "You mean men who are smart enough to try and freeload, or men who don't know what they're doing in life, Vivian," she had standards, despite not having a lot of options. She didn't even think of herself as strong anymore either ways, but she was still undesirable to most men, really. If anyone hadn't noticed, Suki also has her own insecurities, despite getting married seems to be in the last of her to do list if Uncle Enzo had a say about it.
Artists, yeah... perhaps. But artists tend not to take things seriously, a bad match for a healer who thinks rationally and lives in reality. Not really her type either. "He doesn't, but he does have a fairy tale romance with Aunt Vitalia, you have to admit that. Their marriage is something I aspire to have, plus having a job. I think keeping Uncle Enzo on a leash is a 24-hour job for her," she laughed. Aunt Vitalia and Uncle Enzo, they have the most romantic marriage, and it was clear that both of them are deeply in love with one another. Oddly enough someone stuck long and loved uncle ENzo, especially with his ways.
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Post by Vivian D'Amore on Jul 22, 2015 13:37:00 GMT -5
Vivian shook her head as she sipped on her coffee. “Men who like a challenges. Men who aren’t sexist assholes.”
She, Suki, was stubborn. But who in this family wasn’t? Vivian set down the cup and traced the mouth with her fingernail. Due to the neglection of her suggestion, Vivian was quick to know what Suki thought about it, “Opposites attract, you know? They balance one another out.”
Rolling her eyes, she simply shrugged. Sure, Aunt Vitalia and Uncle Enzo had an interesting, almost picture-perfect relationship. Like Suki said, keeping him on a leash was a job, but she was a strong woman, just like Suki. For some reason, Suki didn’t seem to realize the possible parallels. Two strong, able people in a loving relationship was possible, Vitalia and Enzo were living proof of such teamwork. “Then why don’t you search for it? You have to make things happen in this world. It can happen, even you just gave an example of it working out.”
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