Created by the devil

The black crow.

Gia's sitting in front of the fire with a book in her hand. Letting her brain work by reading is the only thing that takes her mind of the many issues she's facing during day time.

The Thursday sun has just set, leaving only a couple of specks of orange in the sky. The only sounds to be heard are those of the birds singing their last song, the fire crackling, and an eventual maid walking by in the hallway.

Her peace is suddenly ruined by the sound of a car hitting the cobblestones. stella's hair directly stands up as she starts barking "Stella nein." Gia orders while tilting her to look at the clock.

Tommy isn't supposed to be home for at least another hour. She turns her head the other way to see Marry run to the door while yelling "I'll get it." The door opening makes her stand up. She slowly makes her way to the soundless chatter making it louder.

As she closes the last couple of meters and finds herself standing in the shadow of the big door she exchanges a look with Marry. Since she detected the man Luca had sent, she's always on her guard. Walking around on her tiptoes, Never making a sound she didn't mean other people to hear.

She hasn't told Tommy yet about the encounter. And he isn't going to hear it from her mouth either. She's sure to keep quiet about her business.

"Listen, Lady, I just want to talk to her." She hears the low Italian voice of a man say. The moment the first word came out of his mouth she envisioned the owner of the voice in her head.

Without furder ado, she opens the door swiftly. The velocity of opening the door makes the wind go through her brown hair.

She has to look up to look the bigger man in the eyes. Once he greets her with a big smile on his face and welcomes himself in, she is able to see the person standing behind him.

The magnificent Roma. Gia had always loved her timid cousin but was never able to hold contact with her as a kid.

She hears her cousin giggle in content as they hug each other. It's weird seeing how she hasn't changed. Their family is very outspoken and proud, yet little Roma has the same innocent eyes as the last time Gia saw her. She hears her uncle whistle as he already went into Tommy's bureau.

Gia and her cousin follow the sound. "I see you're doing good." Her uncle kisses her on the head. "I'm comfortable, yeah." Gia smiles. "Comfortable? This place looks like a fucking palace." He goes on.

"It's my fiancé's office." She informs them. Roma gasps and directly grasps her hand to take a look at the diamond on her finger.

The pride in her uncle's eyes can be seen sparkling from meters away. "Well, you've made yourself a lifestyle alright, ma'am" Her uncle laughs the slightly emotional moment away.

"When are we going to meet this bloke?" He questions her while walking out of the room. "He's out dealing with some business." She answers him while still respecting Tommy's privacy.

"I see, as long as your happy, amore." He smiles once again. "Tío, why did you come here?" She finally asks the question that is troubling her mind. "I wanted to see how you were doing." He exclaims with his hands.

"You never go anywhere without a reason." She lifts an eyebrow to him. "Slow down! Big talk is for later. Let me first take a look around this fucking palace." He walks off down the hallway.

Gina hears Roma sigh loudly and looks over at the slightly smaller woman. Gia gives her a heartwarming smile and takes her hand before saying "I've gotta show you something" She starts running through the front door, hands locked with her cousin.

It's quite a sight for sore eyes. The two young women running around and giggling like two children. They look as happy as if they didn't have a care in the world. Nothing matters but the very second they are living in.

Out of breath, the women arrive at the stables. Gia opens the big door which makes an atrocious sound because of the portal that drags on the ground. She turns around to see her cousin wait anxiously.

She walks over to a stable where a mare rests with its filly. Gia honestly smiles at the admiration for the animals in Roma's eyes.

"What is he like?" Roma asks her breaking the silence. Gia smiles at the thought of Tommy and looks in front of her "A soldier of the living dead." Gia recalls him saying this to her as she asked him about France and his feelings.

She hears Roma giggle in content. She turns her head to Roma and says "What?" Roma kee^s on smiling and whispers "Nothing. You haven't been happy in a long while." Roma side hugs her cousin.

With Gia's head placed on Roma's, they both could've stayed there in that moment for hours but the moment is broken by the sound of a car arriving. Gia gives her a knowing look and walks outside to welcome her loved one.

Gia's smile falls s if she saw the colonel knock at her house to inform her of a loved one's passing in war when she sees his white chemise filled with blood.

With his hair in disarray, he looks bewildered. His scared eyes look  for the woman he loves. When he hears the sound of someone running towards him he turns around to face her. Gia's hands fly to his face to check if everything is alright with him.

He put his hands on her shoulders as if he visually checks her for any evidence of being hurt. "Are you okay?" He asks her. She answers with a nod as he embraces her in his arms.

With his chin on top of her head and his arms around her, she feels safe for the seconds that last before he explains the evening's events.

She suddenly wants to time travel and go back to Reading her book.

She wanted to run away to another world for just an hour to ease out the pain that the reality of this life gives her.

She only wants to be the bride of adventure when she decides.

Her uncle yells "What the fuck is going on out here?" Tommy turns around with his gun aimed at her uncle's head and asks  "Who the fuck is this?" Antonio doesn't seem faced by him and talks back "Who the fuck am I? I'm the man who's going to slap you in the face if you don't put that gun away."

Tommy's brows frown in confusion as he feel Gia's feathery hand on his shoulder. He looks at the hand and then at her glacial face construction.

Without looking at him and keeping her eye on the man who is now laughing from their encounter she reveals the o so secret identity of the man "Tommy, this is  Antonio Changretta." He looks back at the man.

If his gypsy heritage ever made sense it is now. He has the feeling he is reliving a dream, maybe a Deja vue of some sorts.

The air of the man is offputting but his sharp and concentrated eyes are telling their own fate. As the men shake hands a black crow flies by. Signifiying all the bad.