Giuseppe
My wife is resting comfortably, as I cook her dinner. What a perfect couple we are!
There's a knock at the door. I sigh, taking along my handgun.
Shit. Already. And here I thought she'd be late.
I open the door.
"I trust you've come to terms with the woman?" She starts lowly.
"Yes, my wife and I have reached an agreement," I reply. "What do you have for me?"
She casts a sideways glance. "They're coming for your blood," She states slowly, emphatically.
I snort, sneering. "Aren't they always?"
"The people aren't happy, Giuseppe. They smell blood, and what do sharks do when there's blood in the water?"
I bite my lip. "And you? Where do you stand on this."
She stands silent for a moment. "I have no opinion on matters of the House since I was told I was not capable to rule i
