Created by the devil

Gentle sin.

She places her hands around the teacup, for warmth, and blows on the liquid which causes the steam to dance around her face. The early evening hours make it already become dark outside, but she can still see Rocco with Tommy in the stables.

The young boy doesn't have much time to act like a child, but the smile on his face give away that he's enjoying his time.

They stop outside of the stables. Tommy smiles at the boy before picking him up and trhowing him over his shoulder. They laugh so loud that it can be heard in the dark corners of the house.

Gia hasn't seen the car arrive as she's concentrated on the little luck outside. The light from the inside of the house reflects on the windows as she now makes her way to the entree of the house to have a clear view.

A skimpy but tall woman steps out of the car. She seems well dressed but she doesn't outshine Gia. The woman carries herself well and proudly.

Gia observes the woman's walk as she slowly makes her way up to Tommy and greets him with a hand. She doesn't like the fact that Tommy didn't tell her about the advent but knows she has nothing to be jealous about, right?

In the end, she's the one with the ring on her finger, not her, she thinks as she makes her way to her home office.

She places herself at her desk and starts doing some paperwork. After some time, she hears the front door open and close. It's only a matter of seconds before both the boys come into her office.

She put one leg over the other and motions for Rocco to come over. Questioning her, he slowly walks over to his Godmother.

She takes the phone and places it in front of him. He looks her up and down to make out if she's saying exactly what he things she is. He has to leave sooner or later. As much as it brakes her heart that she could relate to his unhappiness, she knows she has to do it.

As he gives in his father's number, she stands up for him to take her place and walks out of the room after giving him a kiss on the cheeck.

She joins Tommy, who earlier already left the room. He's sitting in front of the fire with the paper in his hand. She walks up to the single seat and places herself on the armrest.

Without looking up, he places his right hand on her leg and keeps on reading. Gia places her head on her hand, that's leaning on the backside of the chair, and looks at the fire. The orange sparks reflect in her green eyes.

Gia looks up as Rocco walks in. She's surprised by the smile on his lips. "He said I can stay till tomorrow evening." The boy runs up and jumps on Tommy's lap.

Gia furrows her brows but still has a smile on her face. Her brother is a real mystery. Sometimes even he is damned by the gentle sin of pity.

Tommy makes a weird grunt sound as he tries lifting the boy over his head, which makes Gia's smile expose her teeth.

For the first time in months, did Tommy leave his work outside of his head and on the papers. He has something more valuable to think about from now on.

After she puts him to bed, she walks over to her bedroom and installs herself next to him "Do you reckon it'll be like that?" She asks him.

Tommy who's only wearing his boxers looks up from his book and says "No, matter how it'll be later as long as we stay together we'll be fine." She places her head on his shoulder and asks "Who was that woman?"

He laughs, making her take her head of his chest to look at him, "I've been waiting all evening for you to ask me that exact question. She's just business." 

She rolls her eyes, "Tommy, not again." He closes his book and throws it on the bed while saying, "No, truly, my love, just business that needs handelin'."

She looks at him for a couple of seconds, "I'll be your foolish fiancée this time and just agree with the answer you gave?" He smiles and kisses her lips.

The bed feels cold in the morning, once she realises that Tommy left early in the morning. They both had decided that she'd stay with Rocco today. Even though Tommy advised it more for her stress.

He had concluded her tiredness through her constant yawing and short fuse, though she doesn't understand what he's talking about.

They're having breakfast as Polly enters the room. "How did you get in?" Gia asks confused with food in her mouth.

"Don't look so flabbergasted. My house is empty, and all the boys are off to London. Can't a woman have a little bit of company?" She sits down at the table and starts smearing some butter on a piece of bread.

"I've been in a giving mood lately, so why not. Keep an eye on him for a second, please." Gia stands up as she sees Marry walk by in the hallway. "Really?" Polly exclaims with the piece of breath in her hand.

"Marry?" Gia ignores Polly and yells out as she walks out of the kitchen. "Yes, dear?" She answers as she cleans some utensils. "Could you call my office and ask for Naomi to come over, please?"

The woman dries her hands on her apron, "Of course, miss Changretta-" Gia interrupts her, "Marry, it's Gia." With a nod, she leaves Gia to stand alone.

Polly has taken Rocco to visit Birmingham a while ago. Gia almost has the house totally for her alone. She walks to Tommy's office to keep onworking there, as it's bigger, and sits down on his leather office chair.

Some loose papers are scattered around the desk, Gia opens a wooden drawer to put them aside. She stops when a letter, with the name of the prime minister written in big letters on it, catches her attention instead.

She knows she shouldn't do it but she's tempted by the scenarios in her head. Gia has met Mr Churchill on a couple of occasions but never really had to make a deal with him.

There has been a long-standing deal between him and her father. It wasn't finished, as some deals, after his death. So, they're still able to get their merchandise in and out of the United Kingdom.

She opens the already open letter and starts reading the short text. He goes on to explain what Tommy has to do in exchange for an export license. Murder. He has to kill someone in the name of the king and the pro-treaty paddies.

Most of the time's a man who works for the crown is promised not to be linked to dirty business, but that never turns out right.

Plus, the man who has to do it has to suffer the pain of killing another. When a murder happens it's always about the person who has passed. But, never about the person who has to do it.

The person who underwent the pain of death, only suffered for a couple of minutes. Yet, the one who did it has it on his mind for the rest of his life. Like, a cosntent war.

Gia feels seen and easy to get to as she finishes the letter. Everyday, things keep on getting worser.

She has caught herself a couple of time's turning a blind eye to reality and falling in love with the myth. This love might have made her feel like she was on top of the world. But in reality, she's as vulnerable as any other. We're weak because of the strongest kind of love.

The knocking on the door makes her clear her throat and blink a couple of times as if the pain of reality follows her every move. "Yes?" She voices out loud as the door opens.

The sweet and innocent voice of her secretary is to be heard saying "Ma'am, you wanted to talk to me?" Gia nods and motions for her to sit.

"The plans changed a couple of minutes ago. I'm still going to need you to plan a trip to New York for over a couple of months. So, you still have time but don't forget it, I want it done as fast as possible"

"And you'll need to spread this exact information to my men on the street and my bookies. Write up. If you get in contact or spot the man under the name Chester Campbell. Immediately, I repeat, immediately report back to me. Done."

"I will also need a hundred men equally divided under Birmingham and London on his search." She orders.

"Under the leadership of?" Naomi asks as she finnishes writing down what Gia just said. "Euh Carmelo and speakeasy." She answers.

When Naomi's done writing it up she looks up and asks, "Why the sudden change?" Gia sighs and responds "Don't go asking questions you don't want answers to. On you go." Gia lays her head on the backrest and looks at the ceiling.