Sinful Veils (18+) [GxG]

⌈5⌋ Conspiracies

My room was not a place of solace for me to bury my head into my pillow and mourn again for my dead mother, may she rest in peace.

Instead, I heard the not so hushed whispers of men outside my room door, talking about business that wasn't meant to involve me. I remembered Al Greco's words and took a deep breath, knowing that if I were to get anywhere in this world like I had wanted, I'd have to take matters into my own hand and take the leap of faith. I needed information, so I sat up from my bed and tip-toed to the door, eavesdropping on the soldiers outside.

"Scaletta's not gonna be a happy man." one of them grunted with a terribly raspy voice - a gross after-effect of all the smokes.

"The fuck did our men leave post for?" another sounded angrier and louder than the previous.

"Fuckin' race. They made bets on some French schmuck drivin' the fastest race car in the west. Was on the radio in every bar. Guessin' they dipped post for it." a third voice stated. I heard the flicker of a lighter.

"Hold on." the first voice rang out. "So we're bustin' our balls here, puttin' our necks out in this fuckin' brewin' war between two violent men, for that group of jerk-offs in our family to leave for some cars?" 

"The Don ain't gonna like this. Not one bit. There ain't an excuse in the world that'll stop him from cuttin' off their-"

"Shut the fuck up." one of the men hissed out. Silence stilled them for a few moments - it sounded like they realised how close to my room they were. "Not one more fuckin' word. Let's take this someplace else."

I gritted my teeth at the sound of their footsteps thudding and fading away. Swiftly, I swung my room door open and stepped out, hoping to follow them. I took steps down the foyer, leading to the main hall of the estate, just to be stopped at the end of the stairs by a familiar man who was about to make his way up.

"Fina." the man called out my nickname.

"Elio." I responded, mirroring our interaction from a few days ago.

He had a disgruntled look on his face, and his usually kept chestnut hair was befuddled in front of his eyes. Elio looked tired, and a little furious.

I stared into the capo's soft brown eyes, trying to understand his emotions, before taking a step closer to him. Elio was a good friend of mine, and I was certain he'd help me understand the current situation, though I had never asked to be involved in the family's business before - he understood the grief I went through after the passing of my mother.

"I need to speak to you." I told him. He had an impatient look on his face, but not at my words. "Are you okay?"

"Business." he scoffed out, visibly annoyed, though not at me. "Fuckin' Barbieris, what else is new?"

"What happened?" I raised a brow. His face contorted into curiosity as he eyed me carefully, confused as to why I was asking when I had never once been interested in such affairs.