Created by the devil

In their shadow lurked the devil.

"Your cousin has been found dead" Naomi informs Gia.

It would be normal for most people to freak out and yell or cry, but Gia's facial expression don't change one bit. She nods, which Naomi takes as a sign to go.

His eyes, she can't stop picturing him. Her hand rubs in her eyes to try and make the picture go away.

His begging voice follows her, "don't shoot!"

The way his face changed when she pulled out her gun. 

His screams of mercy and perhaps betrayal go from one ear to the other.

She questions her actions. She had no choice, right?

No matter which answers she finds to the questions her actions caused, they're all not enough to ease the little innocence she has left in her.

The team of men that found him, were planned. With all the attention focused on them, she had the time to sneak out herself.

She didn't need people to find him cause she knew where he was all along. It was their grandmothers home. The killing was fast, practically pain-free. She stood far enough for no blood to spatter on her blouse but close enough to hear his breathing hitch.

Her plan is going right, but she can feel the food she ate list night threaten to come out. The message as sent, she showed her presence, she showed her loyalty.

But what does she wish that she misfired that gun.

The clock on the wall ticks, she looks up and sees that it's eight AM. Time to go meet her family for breakfast.

With one breath in and out does she stand up. When she walks into the room, everybody is already sitting but waiting for her to start eating.

The moment she takes a step into the room her whole attitude changes. She doesn't want anybody to see the change in her posture. She's going to make sure nobody knows what happened this early on.

Tommy's eyes pierce the side of her head as she sits down. And it didn't change during the whole breakfast. The chatter of the other makes it obvious that not one word is exchanged between the couple.

She knows she might not be able to hide it from him. Gia sure wants to, but sometimes it feels like he can read her mind.

Once she's safe to take a deep breath far from anyone, she sits down on her bed. The silence didn't last long though, as she hears the wooden door creak.

She recognizes his way of breathing, and when he's close enough, even his smell. Tommy clears his throat and asks, "Where were you?" She turns her head and smiles at her husband. "There were just some things that needed to be fixed." She answers innocently.

He walks up to her and puts the hair that fell out of her coiffure back in place. His hand slide down to her chin which he lifts for her to meet his eye level. "You can lie all you want to me, but I'll get what I want. I always do. Don't get me wrong, you're strong-willed but not as strong as me, though."

She grins and changes the subject "We'll see about that."

Gia goes on, "Do you have any idea if Arthur, John and Michael have arrived yet?" He goes into their shared closet to choose a vest as he answers, "They should be here any moment. Finn is coming too." He puts his vest on and sees the look on her face. "Finn is not coming at all cause you made sure to hide his information papers." He realises.

"He's too young for all of this, Tommy." She sighs as she stands up to fix her make-up. "He has to start acting like a fucking man, Gia." Tommy responds.