Created by the devil

Taken by the wind.

Gia's foot trembles lightly as the phone goes over, "For who is it?" A man answers. Her voice sounds low as if she doesn't want anyone else to hear the conversation she's about to have, "Mott Street 25, New York." The phone is picked up about thirty seconds later, "With Changretta company, how may I help you?"

"I need to talk to Luca." The woman pauses and waits before she answers, "I'm afraid he won't be able to answer." Gia argues, "Well, go and get him. It's about a family matter." The woman on the phone doesn't seem faced, "I'm sorry, but he isn't able to come to the phone right now. Maybe if you give your name, I'll be able to see what I can do."

Gia mumbles, "My name is Shelby." the line goes silent. "Giovanna?" The woman realises. "I would appreciate it if you go and get Luca." Gia's patience is on the verge of losing against her fiery personality. "I regret Gia, but he isn't in the country anymore. He left three and a half hours ago. He's expected to be at the Cumberland hotel in London in an hour or so." Gia puts the phone down and slowly closes her eyes.

She has been part of their organisation and knows how fast they work, but some part of her can't believe it's already happening. Everything was fine about four hours ago, but now she finds herself looking at a reflection of who she used to be and what she used to do.

The door slowly opens to show Tommy, who hasn't gone to bed either. The light that's on in the hallway shines against the back of his body, forming a dark silhouette on the ground. His husky voice sounds loud in the silent house, "Who was on the phone?" Gia slowly opens her eyes but doesn't focus on the question.

She whispers, "He's already here." Tommy carefully walks up to her and asks, "Who is?" Gia looks up at his blue eyes, and for a small second, she forgets about the whole situation. "Luca, but it doesn't make any sense. I didn't tell him about my mother." Gia realises.

"Your mother?" Tommy questions, quite confused about everything she's saying. Gia stands up as if it's going to help her think better, "My mother passed away this evening-" Tommy looks at her worried about her restlessness, "Gia you didn't tell me-" She turns around to face him, "Somebody who works here accepted the call from the hospital, directly after she died, because that's what I asked for. Whereas I was informed an hour after she had already passed."

Tommy stands up from the one-seater he was leaning on. "What are you saying, Gia?" He questions her, scared of the answer he already has in mind. She looks back at him and answers, "They're already here. Luca was informed long before I was. It's like he waited for my mother to die to do what he has wanted all along. They're in our house, Tommy." He sits back down with his head in his hands. "He probably had this planned for months."

He suddenly stands up, and orders, "I'll call the rest. You should get Elijah. Let Mary know she can leave to see her family." Gia makes her way upstairs towards the maid's bedroom. Her bare feet don't make a sound on the wooden floors. The only thing she can hear is some whispering. Gia stops in her track and looks around. All the doors are closed, but the light shines beneath the door of one room.

She silently steps up to the door and puts her ear against it. "Penso che ci stiano capendo." The words are almost unrecognisable because of how low they're being whispered. Gia takes a step back and looks at the door. She decides against her intuition to leave and knocks on it. The house falls completely silent. The only sound to be heard are those of footsteps.

The door opens in one swift motion. Eleonor looks surprised at Gia, who now has a small smile on her face. "Can I come in?" Gia asks. Eleonor looks back at her room to check if nothing important is out and nods her head. Gia looks around the room and questions, "How long have I known you, Eleonor?"

The woman seems uneasy, but closes the door behind Gia and sits down on her bed. "Uh, a couple of months maybe? I haven't really been counting." Gia turns around and stares at her, "Mhh." She steps closer towards the bed and stops right in front of it. "You never told me where you're from." Eleonor smiles awkwardly and looks down at her hands, "Uhm I'm born in London, but raised here in Birmingham."

Gia looks at the telephone that's close to the door and keeps talking, "That might declare that accent of yours." Eleonor suddenly stands up in front of Gia and declares, "I haven't been here long, I wouldn't want to wake anyone. I'm quite tired myself." Gia looks her in the eyes and explains, "Yet, you seem quite awake. You know what I think, Eleonor? I think that you aren't lying about being born in London. In fact, I think you might love London a lot. You like it so much that you even work there. The only thing I can't place is for who you work."

Eleonor breaks eye contact with Gia who keeps on going, "I think that the store that burned down wasn't really a store, but just a house. Because you're not from here, are you?" Eleonor falls to her knees and begs, "Please, spare me or at least my child!" Gia places her finger underneath Eleanor's chin and forces her to look up at her.

"Don't act so pathetic and stand up." The woman slowly rises to both her feet. Gia continues, "I'm going to walk down the hallway towards Mary. I'm going to have a conversation for two minutes. When I walk back down this hallway, your room will be empty. You take anything you can hold and run. If I ever somewhat hear from you again, then I will make sure that your daughter doesn't see another Christmas ever. Did I make myself clear?"

Eleanor nods and turns around to grab what she can. Gia watches how de woman scurries herself all over the room. Her hand slides into her pocket and takes out a piece of paper with an address written on it. She lays it on the bed and catches Eleonor's attention. "Make sure this get's to him, then I don't want you around those fuckers anymore, capisce?" She refers to Luca.

The moment she threatened Eleonor and her daughter there was this feeling of resentment towards her and her family that shot through her body. This is not how she wants her life to turn out. She doesn't want to have to walk around town with a gun in her purse because the enemies are always watching. This isn't the way she wants her kids to grow up, but she gave up on those dreams long before that golden ring became stuck around her finger.

Mary would leave in the morning, and there will only be one maid who will stay. The married couple put their life in three leather bags before they wake their son and leave the arrow house behind them. Half an hour later they were gone and going where the wind would take them. Small Heath.