Created by the devil

Change of plan.

Pacing around her living room, Gia felt as if she was losing her breath. The bad news kept on coming in. At one point, a maid asked her if she wanted to sit down, which she reclined. Her two men who were undercover in Luca's organisation were found strangled in a ditch, to only start with the bad news.

Within an hour since the first men were sent parading on the streets, the location of Mr Campbell was found. He was staying at a whore house not far from Birmingham, which made Gia question what the man was up to. She knew he had a bad relationship with the city. If he could, he would never place foot there again.

As the clock hit five pm, she opened her front door. With no protection but that of a gun, she was on her way. For any protestant, he was worse than the devil himself. But she had seen the devil himself before, and he didn't have his smile nor dangerous glint in the eyes.

After only ten minutes of driving, she stopped in front of the whore house. She opened her gun to see the glint of the six bullets smiling right back at her. She proudly stepped out of her car and walked to the door. The woman who opened the door was around forty and had a questionably look in her eyes.

She fastly stopped herself from saying something as she saw the gun Gia had taken out and put in front of her lips "Sshhhh." she shushed. The woman understood who she was coming from and wised to the stairs with her bony trembling finger. Gia walked past right past her as if she wasn't even standing there.

One step after another, she slowly walked up the stairs making sure none of them made a noise. She walked over to the only door that showed signs of life. Slowly but surely did she make her way over. As if he could see through the door, he narrowed his view on the door.

When he turned back to reading his papers, he heard three odious knocks on the door. Before he could even stand she opened the door. "What a pleasant surprise." He acted his surprising thoughts off. Sinds the last time she saw him he had become greyer and more cunning.

"It isn't." Gia scoffed as he sat down. "Brave woman to come here alone." He noted as he started reading again. "I'm not afraid to stand here alone. I just came to talk" She stated as she sat down on a chair near the door. "You know, it's funny. All I have been hearing is watch out for Giovanna Changretta. To what I have to say, why be scared of a dog that barks but can't bite." He explained.

"Do you want to hear something funny too? huh? What if I tell ya, that about half an hour ago, in Belgravia, Field Marshall Russell's house has been burned down by an incendiary device put through his mailbox. Why aren't you laughing? Isn't that funny?" She laughed out loud.

He looked up at her to see if she was being serious. To his bad luck, she was. "So, now that the target isn't going to be home for at least three months, we are going change the plan according to my rules." She stood up and looked him right in the eyes.

Still searching for words to answer her, she took the chance and went on, "When the cat's away, the mice play. Isn't it right? You waited until Tommy was gone to come over and take Michael and Arthur to prison. It's pitiful. Do you think it's all going to go upwards for you from on ay? All I have to do is snip my fingers, and they're out again." She checked her watch and told him, "At five-thirty they're out."

"Ah, you bastard." He got up and started collecting his stuff. She walked closer to him until he had no choice but to look her back in the eye "I'll keep you posted on my plans." He scoffed and said, "You think Mr Churchill will listen to a heathen like you? You're pregnant of a bastard, not married and handling a man's world."

With a smile on her face, she told him, "Do you mean the head of the CBE company's, a CBE herself and part of the richest American family in history? I think you're in deep shit, Mr Campbell." He scoffed and told her off "You're from America, you can't behold the title of CBE."

The longer their conversation lasted, the bigger the smile on Gia's face got. "Any British national can receive a Commander of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire title. Thanks to my great-grandmother I can, soldier." She mocked his absence in the war. Once, he got everything he needed, he left the room in a hurry.

She held her word, cause at exactly five and a half, all restrictions were taken back against Arthur and Michael. The free men walked out after less than five minutes since they went to get them from their cells. As both were released a car was waiting for them in front of the prison's doors.

The men started walking when they heard someone whistle. The driver stuck his head out of the window and yelled, "You're to be brought home under the order of Giovanna Changretta." They looked at each other and slowly made their way to the car. Gia could be a big secret. She astonished people on the time's they least expected it, leaving her mark.

The Shelby family was in deep conversation when both Arthur and Michael walked through the door into the betting den. Polly blinked twice to be sure she was seeing everything right or if the smoke of Tommy's cigarette got in her eyes. Her hands flew to her mouth as she ran over to her son. John got up and greeted his brother by patting him on the back.

Polly broke the embrace by saying, " How did you get out?" He looked over at Arthur who said, "Apparently, we were let free under the order of Giovanna Changretta." He smiled wildly as he put his arm on the shoulder of a sitting Tommy. He wanted to turn around and ask if his brother was sure, just like the rest of his family. He was interrupted by the sound of a boy yelling, "Madrina, finally."

The doors that connected the betting room to the kitchen were still open and showed Rocco hugging Gia. As she smiled at Rocco, who was hugging her growing stomach, she looked up. She saw a happy family and couldn't keep herself from feeling slightly jealous. The first one to say something was Michael, who went over and hugged her and thanked her.

As the family slowly started to plan what was going to happen, Tommy didn't say a word. His eyes were fixed on Gia, who was talking and laughing with Rocco. He didn't like the feeling of not being in control and disliked the feeling of her alone out making a deal, even less. She could feel his eyes on her, it gave adrenaline just like the first time.

When she looked up, she saw that this look was different. His eyes will always be dreamy, but this time instead of mixed with lust, they were mixed with disappointment. In who exactly she couldn't tell.