By The Bullet (Stephen James) [On Hold]

"Her."

"Her?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm just making sure that's what ya meant."

"When have I ever vocalize things I didn't mean or want? Now, when I say I want her, I mean I want her!"

Being the seed of Queens, New York; Godiva Lyon gives to please everyone. Her overprotective parents, her picky bitch acting friends, her snooty boss and teachers and even the neighbors of her neighbors', neighbors. None of them are satisfied with what she has to give. But the one person that is easily pleased by her name, is the one person that she needs to be on her knees begging to.

Italy's precious, bloody jewel, Apollo Marino keeps his father's throne warm and his pistol wiped clean. I mean, you would think he would carry out the legacy traditionally, just like any old Boss would do. But no, not the Domain. They are raw. Quiet, but raw.

"You're so quiet."

"I'm aware."

"Too quiet, it almost drowns out my loudness."

Apollo strides over to where the mini bar is, next to the nightstand on the wall.

Godiva remained in the spot he had left her in. The less movement to less erosion. The less friction. The less time.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mistake your quietness for weakness."

Apollo let's out a barely automobile chuckle while pouring his brown liquid venom in that wicked glass of his, the smell feeling up Godiva's nose.

"I know you're not that much of a fool, although I do manage to realize that you do mistake my quietness for silence...."

Apollo says as he strides back over to the mentally paralyzed girl and leans to her ear, barely touching face

"And mio amour, I'm anything but that."