Created by the devil

With respect.

She opened the double doors and was met with people bowing their heads or saying 'Good Morning, miss Changretta.' She walked past them and up the stairs to her office. She opened the doors of her office to be met with her cousin sitting in the opposite chair. "Good morning, Carmelo. Do you bring good new's for me?" She questioned him.

"Nothing you don't know yet. I've seen that you've doubled the men on the street for protection. So, you're aware they'll be coming for you from inside out." He informed her. She just nodded and got to thinking again. "He's a fair fighter." He told her as he saw the look on her face. "Is he? In this world you can't play by the instructions. Why would he spare me?" She questioned.

"Because you are family." He told her. She scoffed and explained "Let me explain you something. Family is, was, and always will be your strength and power. But the blood that runs through our veins makes us related, not family. It's trust that makes a family."

"Explain me this, talking about attacking from the inside. When are you going to kill him?" She questioned him. He looked down and answered "He's not easy to get at. When the time is right-" He stopped himself as she looked at the clock. "Look at that, eh. Noon, the time is right." She toned.

"When he's away from his familiar territory I'll strike." He promised her. She laughed and predicted "No, you won't, you're a good man, or try to be at least. You won't betray your family, and I won't ask you to do it either. Fuck off I've got work to do." She ordered him. "Thank you, Gia." He thanked her

Luca was sat at the table eating his lunch together with the rest of the family that was present in New York. The table was quiet, and nobody was enjoying the food. Since Gia has left the lot, everybody lost their hope in rebuilding their legacy. Within ten minutes the first members left the table, after a quarter only Angel and Luca were left.

Angel threw his napkin on the table in disgust and stood up "You're going to be the death of us." He whispered before he stormed off. Luca pretended as if he didn't hear anything and went on to eat what was left on his plate. Once, he was done cleaning the corners of his mouth with a napkin, he sighed. He raised his hand and signed with his hand for the man in the corner to come over.

"Polo, l'uomo è già morto?" He asked his helper. "non ancora, l'uccisione avverrà intorno alle tre del pomeriggio." Polo answered. "i biglietti sono stati ordinati? I don't like fucking waiting around." He stated. "Certo, you'll be leaving for Birmingham in tre giorni." He answered to his don.

"wear other clothes, dress like a worker from Birmingham." Luca ordered. "With respect, si vestono di merda." He complained. "With fucking respect? Sai how many people in our organisation die in a week? Verso le quattro. And your complaining about fucking clothes. Fuck off." He ordered

"What do you have?" He questioned the two men who walked into the room. "La famiglia Shelby ha molti nemici. La cosa è she lives on his territory." The first man answered. "La cosa buona è if we wait long enough his reputation will kill her." The second mand went on. Luca grunted as he stood up and walked over to the second.

His tall frame towered over the other Sicilian man. "Good, fuck off." He walked down the hallway to his office. When he opened the door he was surprised by his son, Rocco. The first grandchild in the family and his eldest. "What are you doing here, man?" He questioned him as he disordered his fixed hairdo.

"Pa, I'm not a child anymore, I'll be ten on friday. Where is madrina?" He questioned referring to Gia. "You're right you're getting older. But you are still a child. All you need to know is that she's gone." He answered as he sat down in his chair. "I heard men talking about her. They said that your gambling our souls away-" The nine-year-old explained. "Enough!" Luca yelled.

The boy looked down "You are too smart for your own good. Now, use your anger intelligently." Luca advised his son as he wised him off. Luca's mind went over the last time he interacted with Gia. He would never admit it, but the anger that bubbled in him was mostly made out of jealousy.

Gia was looking over papers when the secretary walked in and informed her "Miss, sergeant Moss is here." Gia stood up and told her "Now, don't let him wait in the hallway. The poor man will catch a cold." She moved closer to the door to greet him.

When walked in he took off his hat and greeted her with a hand. "Please sit." Gia offered as she herself went to sit. The man stiffly sat down and waited for her to start. Gia sighed and gave him a smile as she started "Sergeant Moss, we sure have crossed each other a couple of time's, but we haven't taken the time to get to know each other. You come over as a trustworthy alliance, do you see yourself as such?"

He cleared his throat and answered, "I do, ma'am." She smiled and explained "Goodman, you see I know that you do dishonest tasks for Mr Shelby. So, I'm going to have to ask that you'll do the same for me." He stood straighter and asked, "What do you mean?" "Well, you see, you're going to keep some men out of Birmingham for me. You just have to put extra control on borders, boat's, train's, whatever that goes in and out of Birmingham." She answered.

"I can't do that, ma'am." He admitted frightened. "Yes, you can. Cause I can do it too but I won't be able to hold my men in if your people make their job harder. See, you can either obey my orders or I can't promise your safety once my brother's men are in the city." She explained. "I'll need names and pictures. It's best to give their file's too." He agreed. "That won't be a problem. It was nice doing business with you." She stood up and gave shook his hand.

As she walked the sergeant to the door of her office she called in her secretary. "Reschedule the meeting with Mr Oswald. I'll finish today's work at home so find me a driver." She ordered. It was only 4 pm but Gia had seen enough complaints and problems she wanted to go home. If her fatigue let her she would maybe even start packing out. She had Mary for such things but when she first came to live in Birmingham she had to do it all on her own and she liked the taste of being independent.

Once she heard the car ride on the coble stone's she opened her eyes to see that she was almost home. Once the car got to a stop in front of the house she stepped out of the car and immediately went inside as it was surprisingly cold for a spring evening. Before she could open the door she heard another car arrive. She turned around to see Polly and a young man, she assumed it was Michael.

Gia waited for the woman and her son. "Come on, darling. Open the door I'm freezing my tits off." Polly took Gia's arm. Once they were inside Gia took her vest off and heard Polly say to Michael "You stay here." She ordered her son. Before he could talk back John came out of Tommy's bureau.

"Would you like some fucking tea and pastry with your chatting?" He slightly yelled as he waited on his kin. Polly took Gia's arm to go into the room but Gia stopped "Oh Polly, that's sweet but he wants to speak to you guys, not me." Polly walked further as she told Gia "Your one of us now, they better get used to it."

They walked into the room to see all eyes on them. Polly voiced "Get on with it." Tommy cleared his throat as he explained "Almost two hours ago, one of our men had his throat cut in Winson Green. I had a telegram saying it was done under Mr Changretta's order. If our men think we can't look after them, they'll not work for us. He knows that. We need to get Green sorted out. Scudboat, break some windows get yourself arrested and find the bastard who did it."

"Can't I pinch a car or something? I'm still on a donkey." Scutboat laughed. "Before you all start laughing remember, one of our men is dead, a boy." Tommy ended the meeting, and everyone left. Only Tommy and Gia remained.  He leaned against his bureau and sighed. Gia slowly walked over to him and put her hand on the back of his neck.

"We will be alright." She comforted him as he looked up at her. "Certainly, so, don't be scared." He told her. "I'm not." she informed him.