Heat: A Mafia Doll Retelling

Chapter 9: Princess

Franco opened his eyes and realized that it wasn't even six in the morning yet.

He hadn't been able to sleep properly for as long as he could remember but it was beginning to get ridiculous. According to his phone the last time he used it was close to three, thirty-seven. He had only been able to sleep two hours tonight. He allowed himself to stay still in his bed hoping that maybe sleep would overtake him in a few minutes.

It never did.

He sighed in frustration and furiously rubbed his face with his hands.

The last time he had been able to get a good six hours was the night before Brooklynn had gotten engaged.

Franco got up and didn't bother to put any clothes on. He went straight to his gym and began his rigorous work out regimen. It was the only thing that had helped him keep himself in control. He wanted more than anything to sneak into Stefan McCarthy's trash apartment and end him.

One shot to the head was all it would take.

It was be so easy to clean and cover up. He had already thought of everything. It would even save Brooklynn the trouble of telling him about the Family. It would be quick and painless...

But then when he thought better of it he realized that not only would Brooklynn deduce immediately that he had been the one to kill him... she would also never forgive him for it. She probably wouldn't even talk to him anymore.

They barely talked as it was and sometimes he felt like he needed her attention like he needed air.

He dropped the weights in his hands and checked the time.

Almost seven.

It was an acceptable time to head down to his childhood home.

The drive down to see the Boss was long. He had avoided going because he still didn't have a clear answer from Brooklynn. He didn't know if she would actually get that fucker, Stefan McCarthy to agree to pledge his silence. He got his answer when he neared the house and realized that his Prius was in the drive-way.

Did she actually do it?

Franco shook his head in disbelief. He threw off his seatbelt and rushed inside. Rita was standing outside of Damiano's office. When she saw Franco she silently pointed at the door before walking away. Franco didn't hesitate to rush forward and enter the office without even so much as a knock. The guards didn't bat an eyelash because they knew the drill.

The three of them turned to face Franco.

"I'm glad you're here, Franco," Damiano said and motioned him forward.

Brooklynn looked away from him and faced forward. Stefan followed in her lead.

Franco slowly walked to stand next to Damiano and faced them both. He didn't care much for the punk so he kept his gaze fixed to her face.

"What is it?"

Brooklynn felt uncomfortable as he stared directly at her, it took her a second to compose herself, "Stefan agrees. He says he will pledge omertà."

Damiano turned to glare at the punk.

"So you couldn't tell me yourself? My daughter has to talk for you?" He asked annoyed.

Stefan looked at Damiano with cold eyes, "She doesn't need to speak for me. She just wanted to since you are her father and you are the one that's requiring this aren't you?"

"Watch your mouth," Franco growled.

How dare he speak to the Boss in a tone like that?

"Look, this is obviously between you two and me. This has nothing to do with Stefan and you know it. What else do you want from me? I did what you two asked. So now it's your turn, Papa. Give us your blessing," Brooklynn demanded.