Created by the devil

Gentle sin.

She placed her hands around the teacup for warmth. She blew on the liquid which, caused the steam to be dancing around her face. The winter hours made it already become dark outside, but she could still see Roc with Tommy in the stables. The young boy didn't have much time to act like a child, but the smile on his face gave away, that he was enjoying his time.

As they walked out of the stables, Tommy stopped. The leather gloves made the snow in his hand crunch loudly which, alerted the little boy. He turned around with a red nose and was met with a snowball in the middle of his face. The coldness of the snow stung his nose as he threw it on the ground.

Gia hadn't seen the car arrive as she concentrated on the little luck outside. The light from the inside of the house was reflecting on the windows. Gia moved to the entree of the house to have a clear view. She saw a skimpy but tall woman step out of the car. The woman was well dressed but didn't outshine Gia.

Gia observed the woman walk slowly up to Tommy and greet him with a hand. Gia didn't like the fact that Tommy didn't tell her about the advent but knew she had nothing to be jealous about. In the end, she was the one with the ring on her finger, not her.

She placed herself at her home desk and started doing some paperwork. After some time, she heard the front door open and close. It was only a matter of seconds before both the boys came into her office. She put one leg above the other and motioned for Rocco to come over. Questioning her, he slowly walked over.

She took the phone and placed it in front of him. He knew he had to leave sooner or later, but here he could be a kid. As much as it broke her heart that she could relate to his unhappiness, she knew she had to do it. As he gave in his father's number, she stood up for him to take her place and walked out of the room to give him his privacy.

She joined Tommy, who earlier already left the room. He was sitting in front of the fire with the paper in his hand. She walked up to the single seat and placed herself on the armrest. Without looking up, he placed his right hand on her stomach and kept reading. Gia placed her head on her hand and looked at the fire. The orange sparks reflected on her green eyes.

Gia looked up as Rocco walked in. She was surprised by the smile on his lips. "He said I can stay till tomorrow evening." The boy ran up and jumped on Tommy's lap. Gia furrowed her brows but still had a smile on her face. Her brother was a real mystery. Sometimes even he was damned by the gentle sin of pity.

Tommy made a weird sound as he tried lifting the boy which made 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 had something more valuable to think about from now on.

After she put him to bed, she walked over to her bedroom and installed her next to him "Do you reckon it'll be like that?" She asked him. Tommy who was only wearing his boxers looked up from his book and placed his hand on her thigh "No, matter how it'll be later as long as we stay together we'll be fine." placed her head on his shoulder and asked for him to start read out loud.

Tommy had left soon in the morning leaving their bed to feel a bit colder. 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.

They were having breakfast as Polly entered the room. "How did you get in?" Gia asked confused. "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 sat down at the table and started smearing some butter on a piece of bread.

"Keep an eye on him, please." Gia stood up as she had seen Mary walk by in the hallway. "Mary?" She questioned as she walked into the kitchen. "Yes, dear?" She answered as she was cleaning some utensils. "Could you call my office and ask for Naomi to come over, please?" The woman stood up and dried her hands on her apron, "Of course, miss Changretta.""Mary, it's Gia." She interrupted her. With a nod, she left Gia to stand alone.

Polly had taken Rocco to visit Birmingham a while ago. Gia almost had the house totally for her alone. She walked to Tommy's office as it was bigger. She sat down on his leather office chair and stacked some of his papers in a drawer. As she opened the wooden drawer she saw a letter with the name of the prime minister written in big letters on it.

She know she shouldn't do it but was tempted by the scenarios in her head when she first read the name. She had met Mr Churchill on a couple of occasions but never really had to make a deal with him. There had been a long-standing deal between him and his father. It wasn't finished as some others after his death. So, they were still able to get their merchandise in and out of the United Kingdom.

She opened the already open letter and started reading the short text. He went on to explain what Tommy had to do in exchange for an export license. Murder. He had to kill someone in the name of the king and the pro-treaty paddies. Most of the time's a man who worked for the crown was promised not to be linked to the dirty business, but that never turned outright.

Plus, the man who had to do it had 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 had 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, in the war.

Gia felt seen and easy to get to as she finished the letter. She had 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 was as vulnerable as any other. We are weak because of the strongest kind of love.

The knocking on the door made her clear her throat and blink a couple of times as if the pain of reality followed her every move. "Yes?" She voiced as the door opened. The sweet and innocent voice of her secretary was to be heard saying "Ma'am, you wanted to talk to me?" Gia nodded and motioned 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. 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 ordered.

"Under the leadership of?" Naomi asked. "Euh Carmelo and speakeasy." She answered. When Naomi was done writing it up she looked up and asked, "Why the sudden change?" Gia sighed and responded "Don't go asking questions you don't want answers to. On you go." Gia laid her head on the backrest well and looked at the ceiling.