McDougal Part Diciannove
“Damn you Adino, You need to shut your mouth when I am talking….” Even his words are engraved with anger and disappointment, yet changes ever so quickly as he focusses back on Lady Spavento. “I am terribly sorry for this out rage and him speaking before his turn. do try to raise a fine young man here, it is just that he is not always compliant, just like his mother, God have her soul ”
The room is filled with only the sound of some ice rolling in the glass of Lady Spavento as she empties it in one gulp. taking a deep breath soon after before looking at the two man. the young men with welled up tears almost being to heavy for his eyelashes and ready for the long drop dwn. His glass held against the slapped part of his face. Trembling lips eager t speak up but to scared to get a slap on the other cheek.
His mind must be wondering why he deserved this, why his father would even hit him at this age and for what reason. He is old enough for sure to make his own decisions. So what devious back stabbing plan must his dad have hidden behind this proposal. Bold as t may be to ask her hand when she is set up to be married to another familia. Okay his clan was second largest when her daddy held his rains over the syndicate.
Now she has taken control and wanting to do things differently. She does not want to be the woman baring child and have her soon to be husband in her stet move the pawns around. She has different plans on how to run a syndicate and create offspring.
Her eyes graces over the two men again, keeping them locked on Don Granducino as last.
“And what did you had in mind Granducino, you know the rules and laws of the syndicate. What makes you think I would change and marry your son?
-“Lady Spavento… I am sorry but..”
“SILENCE… I never asked you anything. Be quiet or have my hand burn on the other cheek.”
Adino choked in his words hearing her words spawn from her lips and could feel her intent from the eerie chill that ran up his spine. It was not just bluff, she was actually ready to do as she mentioned.
“See Adino I told…”
-“And you Granducino should you not be answering my question. I can deal with your son just as good as you can. SO speak up you fat pig. And stop wasting my time.”
Even the Don was silence by her overwhelming voice. Not screaming but with power and a possessive sound to it. From where they sat she grew in her seat looking down on the two men. Drops of sweat were swept away by his handkerchief. After every wipe his face turned a brighter red while his son looks down and squeezing his trousers in a panic, turning his knuckles white.