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Tommy always has somewhat of an idea of where Gia's mind is at. He only had to take one look at her, and the truth would be revealed. Ever since they arrived in New York, he felt her slide through his hands. He could touch her, but her mind just wasn't there.


 He would normally, be aware of her business plans, but now she has gone quiet. He wants to be there for her. He tried 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.

He made his way to the harbour in a car. 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 seemed 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. He made his way to his brothers and Michael, who saw 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 lived of these little moments.


After hugging Arthur and patting both John and Michael on their back, he looks up. "How was the journey?" Tommy asked. "John nearly shitted his pants." Arthur answered as they walked 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 were 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 smirked and followed Tommy to the door.


Gia couldn'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 kept bouncing from one side of Gia's ear to the other. But it was stopped by another voice. "Gigi? Gi? Gia?" Before she could turn her head or even acknowledge the owner of the voice, the car abruptly stopped.


"Giovanna." Mario voiced loud and clear to get her attention. "Sei fottutamente pazzo?" Gia asked. "Get it together." He told her sternly. "Excuse me?" Gia couldn't understand where he was coming from. He started 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 could feel the weight of the crown she wears.


Gia looked 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 concluded that it's a burden. Every since pa past away tutto andrà a rotoli." She rattled out. She didn't like telling people what she was truly thinking in times like this. It made her feel like she needed 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 reassured her. "Fail? I'm not planning on failing. One chance or nothing." She finished her sentence as they arrived back home.

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