It is early in the evening as Alessio makes his way through the halls of the main estate, searching for his cousin, Antonio. He has just finished informing Severo of the situation and the proxi-kiss is no doubt scrambling about for the necessary tools. In 15 minutes, he will meet them outside, ready for the business at hand.

Alessio carries his briefcase, containing all legal and financial documents pertaining to Bellisa or her assets, as well as an recently polished 2,000 year old Etruscan ceremonial dagger. He has everything he needs.

He strikes Antonio's door with a quick, three knocks. He is eager and anxious. He has not felt this way in a long time. Few things could cause him such emotion, but he holds back the tides of elation. He will not indulge in the feeling, not until he is certain that fesso troia is ash.  

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If this is one of the dumb-fuck manor staff pounding on my door I am going to break their neck. I stomp across the room in an obvious enough tantrum and throw open the door to see Alessio.

'Ah, Cousin. What can i do for you?'

I ask, with a sudden shift in demeanor. I am a prick, but Alessio is dangerous.

Inwardly, I smile to myself, keeping my demeanor neutral.

"We have business to attend, cousin."

With that, I turn, leaving Antonio standing in the doorway. I don't feel the need to explain myself, and in truth, I am doing him a great service. Perhaps this little adventure will burn off some of his repressed anger. Knowing how I first felt upon arriving in Georgia, I am sure he has plenty of it.

Heels clicking on the polished marble floor, I make my way to the front of the estate to await Severo.  

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'What kind of...?'

I trail off when Alessio walks away and glare at his back for a moment. I will turn into the room to gather my coat and follow Alessio outside.

Within a few moments a black suburban pulls up before the grand building. Severo exits the car, quickly opening the door for Alessio and Antonio. He is wearing a plain, though well tailored, black suit and has an air about him of someone who knows he is about to get layed, though he keeps a detached expression.

He resumes his place in the driver's seat and heads for the Banshee.

[move to The Banshee: Strictly Business]