Created by the devil

Voices.

Tommy always has somewhat of an idea of where Gia's mind is at. The light pinch between her eyebrows, and shoulders that slightly leans over, say enough for him. 

He only has to take one look at her, and the truth will be revealed. Ever since they arrived in New York, he feels as if she's sliding through his hands. He can touch her, but when he talks to her, her mind just isn't there.

Things like business plans and gossip would always be something they discuss in bed, but now she has gone quiet.

It's like his body is pushing him towards her every time she's quiet or lies, like he has no choice in even being there for her. He tries to be there for her.

He stopped all of his business plans to come here with her. To support her with a plan he didn't have any knowledge of.

The car wobbles on the street, indicating they've arriver at the harbour. He would've loved to walk there, but he couldn't with all the open dangers. Not that he necessarily loves going on walks, but he would've liked to see the city Gia called home. 

New York seems full of opportunities. Why she would leave this modern-day city in exchange for Birmingham, which hasn't changed much over the last fifty years, will still be a mystery for Tommy.

As he finally arrives at the harbour, he can already see his brothers waiting for him. The car gets to a halt. He swiftly opens the door to make his way to his brothers and Michael, who see him arrive from afar.

With a smile on their face, they open their arms, to welcome Tommy. He will probably never say it out loud, but he lives for these little moments.

After hugging Arthur and patting both John and Michael on their back, he looks up. "How was the journey?" Tommy asks. "John nearly shitted his pants." Arthur answers as they walk towards the car.

"No, I didn't! I just don't like going on bloody boats that's it." John is quick to defend himself. Tommy laughs and sits in the passenger seat. With a nod to the driver, they're back on the road.

After a ten minute drive, they arrive at Gia's villa. Michael steps out of the car and looks in admiration at the house. Arthur notices the young man's shocking exterior.

He puts his hand on Michael's shoulder and laughs, "Wait till you see her mansions in London." Michael smirks at the lifestyle and follows Tommy to the door.

Gia can't stop thinking about what the poor mother asked her,

'Will you save us?'

'Will you speak for those who can't?'

'Will you save us?'

The woman's voice keeps bouncing from one side of Gia's ear to the other. But it is stopped by another voice. "Gigi? Gi? Gia?" Before she can turn her head or even acknowledge the owner of the voice, the car abruptly stops.

"Giovanna." Mario voices loud and clear to get her attention. "Sei fottutamente pazzo?" Gia asks. "Get it together." He tells her sternly. "Excuse me?" Gia can't understand where he's coming from.

He starts driving again before answering, "You're the first one to remind us not to break down. And right now, sembri un vero disastro. People look up to you now. So, get it together." Already she can feel the weight of the crown she wears.

Gia looks down at her hands letting what Mario said settle in her mind. "Everything that happens is in my hands. I used to look at it as a power of some sort, but I have concluded that it's a burden.Every since pa past away tutto andrà a rotoli." She rattles out while looking outside.

She doesn't like telling people what she's truly thinking in times like this, it makes her feel like she needs help or be fixed.

"It took your pa years to build up to organisation by himself. You've got us. You've got Tommy, me, Gino, and so many more people who are ready to help. If you would fail though it would be okay cause we will be able to overcome that too." He reassures her.