Created by the devil

Never out of words.

Polly slowly closes the door and walks up to the desk. Gia motions with her hand for her to sit. Polly takes place across from her and looks like she doesn't have words, but Polly Grey is never out of words. She breaks the silence by saying, "You were expecting me."

"I was; news travels fast, you know." Gia answers as she stands up to get the two women something to drink. "Yeah, your men are around every corner. It isn't hard to miss." Polly jokes as she's served a glass of whiskey.

"I heard about your father; my condolences." Polly tells her truthfully as Gia leans against the bureau with the glass in her hand. The only response she gets is a weak smile "Grazie."

"I'm sorry for your pub." Gia speaks louder. The moment she walked into the room, she sensed that Gia didn't have anything to do with it. What Polly doesn't know is that Tommy has already found the guilty ones.

Polly remarks that Gia seems to have changed, not only physically but mentally too. She sees that Gia hasn't taken a sip from her whiskey either. "I didn't have the chance to come by yet. I am going with my cousin to the races tomorrow. I might see you there." Gia lies.

"I can't promise he will be there." Polly reads between the lines. "How is he?" Gia finally gets over herself and asks. "It's Tommy; you can never be too sure about him." Polly answers.

"Business is going well; I hear no reason for him not to be happy." Gia suggests. "Oh, please, don't even try. You fucked him, and he can't get over it." Polly cleverly tells her off.

Which makes Gia slightly smile and tilt her head backwards. "How would you know we fucked?" Gia plays along as both women smile. "Because you're pregnant." Polly became serious again.

Gia avoids the woman's statement by laughing loudly. She stands up and places her glass on the silver platter.

"I'm serious, you haven't touched your whiskey, and your face is fuller. I would say that it's early, but the blouse you're wearing is an indication that you're already showing." Polly goes on as she stands up and makes her way to Gia.

Gia sighs and turns around to face the woman. This is a version of Gia that Polly has never seen. Now that she gets a closer look at her, she can see the dark circles under her eyes.

Polly can't help but feel sorry for the young woman. She opens her arms and welcomes Gia into them. Polly breaks the short hug apart and leans back to look her in the eyes. "Do you want to keep it? You know it's your choice only to make."

"Of course I know that. I just can't help but feel like this is something good, but at a terrible time." Gia whispers.

"You've got to tell Tommy." Polly tells her. "I know..." Gia puts her head in between her hands. "Cause if you won't, I will." Polly shows her true colors yet again. This makes Gia look up at the older woman. "I have to go. Can you show yourself out, please?" Gia watches Polly leave.

Gia wasn't planning on having children at all. She didn't want to give birth to a human in a world as cruel as this.

When she finally came home, she didn't even try to undress herself; she just laid down in bed and fell to sleep. She has been so caught up in her work that she has missed real life.

As Polly arrives home, she sees that there is light in the betting den and goes to take a look. Thomas is sitting at her desk, searching through the papers. "What are you doing?" She interrupts him.

He looks up. "Why did you change the fucking combination on the safe?" She walks up closer to him. "Because I knew this would happen. You are doing all this by yourself without talking to us about it." She explains.

"Give me the combination, Poll. I need it for tomorrow." He sighs. "No." She tells him curtly. "Poll." He tries again. "No." She keeps her word. He gives up. "What happened to the pub is Irish business. For everyone's safety, it's best that things stay undisclosed."

"Why tomorrow?" She asks about the money. "The London bosses will be at the races. We are taking the opportunity to show our hand."

"The Italian gangs and the Jewish gangs have been at war for about 6 months. The Jewish gangs are suffering and need an ally. Combination." He explains it to her.

She stands up and gives him his money. Before he can take it, she takes her hand away and says, "The other day you made a speech to Esme about women being equal, yet when I talk, you don't listen."

"Maybe you don't trust us, but she was one woman, Thomas. I can't tell you what to do, but if you love her, then you should know that she'll be at the race tomorrow." She pats him on the back and goes to the kitchen, leaving him standing alone.

Gia and Donna, the wife of her cousin Mario, left in the early morning the day after. Gia has a pant in London for when she does her business over there; that's where they will be staying. Somebody has to stay behind for business, so Mario was the obvious choice.

She took some men with her for protection; they're driving in the car in front of them. Only one man is ordered to be with them in the car to give them the privacy they need. Once they have arrived, the men gave each of them an arm to walk out of the car to the door.

"It's beautiful in here, Gia." She takes notes as she looks around. "Right? made it a couple of years back." Gia smiles slightly as she puts her bag down on the table. "I heard there is a party in a bar not far from here this evening." Donna makes herself comfortable in the setee.

"And from whom did you hear that?" Gia asks. "From a euh friend." Donna laughs. "Christ, Donna, you know you're married to my cousin, right?" Gia smiles.

"You were my friend first. Come on, I don't get to go out often anymore since I have kids. They take all my attention and time." She pleads. "Let's get you drunk then." Gia laughs as her friend hugs her.

What Donna said made Gia think about everything that will change in her life over a couple of months, only making the "fun trip" more stressful.