Created by the devil

the loss of a broken hearted man.

Gia was sitting at the table with her head in between her hands. She has been in Catania for almost three weeks now and hasn't had a single second of deep sleep. Her mind has been running over everything that could happen and the man she left behind.

Gia has a big family; they couldn't all fit in their childhood home. So only the don and consigliere habited the house, not to forget their wives' and kids.

She looks out of her father's bureau to see her nephews play in the garden, with a great view of the city. The city is far enough to not hear anything but close enough to see everything.

Gia's heart aches. She can't believe she left him alone. Is she really the monster everyone says she is? She hears her mother open the door. "Bella, you should sleep." Her mother tells her as she comes up next to her and puts her hair behind her ear.

In truth, Gia has tried to sleep, but every time she closes her eyes, she sees his blue eyes staring right back at her. She couldn't understand his facial expressions, which scares her.

"Huh, your cheeks have gotten fuller." Her mother smiles at her as if her husband wasn't lying in the next room, dying. Gia turns around and softly smiles to please the graying woman.

Now she can't take her mind off tonight's family meeting. Normally the oldest of the nest would be up for taking over the family's business, but everyone is aware that Luca isn't the man for the job.

Gia hears her name being yelled, so she goes to the place where the voice is coming from. "Whatcha yellin' for, fool?" She asks as she sits down at the table. "Don't sit down; I'm hungry." Angel tells her expressly.

"Well, get ya fat ass up and go make yourself something." She responds. which makes the fiance of her brother push him to go to the kitchen himself.

Once Angel is gone, she sits down in front of Gia, who isn't really paying much attention. "Your face looks a lot fuller." Anna tells her sweetly.

"Yeah, I'm done. I'm not eating for two weeks." Gia exclaims brutally as she leaves the room. The poor Anna is shocked by the little outburst but is comforted by Gia's mother, who just waves it off.

Gia can't take it anymore, all the stress and her whole family under one roof. It all made her want to vanish. She sighs loudly and stops in front of her father's room.

She and her father have a confusing relationship. Her mother always reminded Gia of how much of her father she has in her.

She loves the man, but power is a dangerous thing in the wrong hands, and the hands of her father aren't what you would call clean. She has suffered enough from his decisions, but she would never leave him to fend for himself.

Together, they have accomplished so much. The last deal they made together was a peacemaking pact with the other family's. Well, it was actually Gia's idea, but they worked it out together.

She turns the doorknob and walks in. He was already suffering from his old age, but this was a decisive decision that had been taken without their acknowledgement. She walks closer to see her father with closed eyes.

He is facing a terrible death, bleeding out. There is only a certain amount that the medical department and prayers can do. His soul had served its purpose on this earth.

The trick she used on Ada's child was one with a double result. When you save a life, you lose one. That's the rule.

There is a special place made for people like her dad. It's neither in heaven nor hell. It's in a place in between the two.

Maybe one day she could see it for herself; until then, this will be their final goodbye. Gia seats herself partly on the bed but quickly bows her head to be sure he can't sense her tearing up.

He would probably tell her that the world had gone rotten and she needed to be strong, if only he could say that.

All the pain and stress she has kept together fall apart when she looks up once more. She puts her hand over her mouth so that no one can hear her cries. There, she is making assumptions about what her father would say to her while holding his hand.

That's when she mumbels "Pa, I'm so scared. I just want this all to be over." She quietly cries. Her eyelids open to show her red eyes; she bends over and places a kiss on his forehead. Out of both her parents, it's her mother who would die the most painful death, a broken heart.

She mentally sighs as she recalls something her father always said to them as children. "Fairness is for happy people" wasn't that fitting for the situation. She doesn't want to go, but she knows she wouldn't have the power to come into this room a second time.

She is scared to lose his scent and ways. Was she going to forget the first man who ever broke her heart?

Tommy and Inspector Campbell arranged a meeting in Chinatown. Tommy didn't want to go, but the guns had become a burden to him. His deal with the IRA was already closed.

He walks down the streets, his vest fluttering in the wind. He looks for the older man. Once he has his eyes on him, he starts to walk faster, but still not fast enough to look suspicious. The red lights of the town fall beautifully on his skin.

Once he is standing next to the inspector, he takes out a paper with the faces of the men in the IRA on it. He gives it to him and warns the instepctor, who wants to say something, not to waste his breath. He wants to leave as fast as he can. Yet he turns back around when he hears her name leave his lips.

"Giovanna Colosimo Changretta almost didn't get her whole name on her information pass." He laughs out loud. "We are getting on just right; let's not ruin it." Tommy warns him yet again. "Trouble in paradise?" He keeps on grinning. Tommy isn't in any way amused by this mockery, but he doesn't want that to be clear.

"Word got out about a massive war between the rulers of the city. They bite to kill; she must be on the run."The inspector explains. "Why are you telling me this?" Tommy asks him shortly.

In truth, the inspector wants Tommy to be emotionally vulnerable so he can take it to his advantage, but the chance is small that it will happen, or is it?

The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is when he doesn't know he's in a prison.

"What does a lost child do first? It tries to find its way back home. She grew up in New York, but her family is from Catania, a place in Sicily. Very religious family; even if her oldest brother is a bastard, they don't take kindly to any sort of outsider." He keeps on explaining.

"Well, I hope she has found her way back home, ey. Are we done?" Tommy asks. "We sure are." He smiles and takes a long smoke from his pipe.

It might not have been visible on the outside, but the plan of the inspector sure worked.