[ P ] My demons know my secrets

war in my veins

Sitting in his fathers office, he listened to the old man and their associates drone on about things that were already finalized and set in motion. Thanks to him. It was amazing anything got done before he was given any sort of control, all they did was talk in circles. After a lifetime passed, they all agreed that what he had already done was the right course of action. Thank fuck because there was no taking it back now. The birds had been sent, the marching orders given. Per usual, Enzo's hands were clean of it all.

He was a ghost in this side of the business. Those that knew his face, never saw it again because they never saw the light of day again. Lorenzo Vincenzo would sit at the head of the table one day and he would be squeaky clean despite the blood that dripped from his finger tips. Because nobody but his father knew that it was Enzo who showed up when everyone else had failed. When all the failsafes crumbled, Lorenzo walked in, wearing a crisp black suit and leaving his sleeves rolled up and crimson speckling his skin.

It was both a blessing and curse it hadn't happened in awhile. There was no denying that he craved the outlet, the rare opportunity to let go of it all and ride the high of his animalistic instincts. But the aftermath was rough, putting the beast back in his cage was no small feat once he had been allowed to play.

Rising from his place to his fathers right, he would shake hands and exchange pleasantries, a brisk goodbye to each. You weren't paying attention. The moment the door clicked shut behind the last wolf, his father was on him. Unbothered eyes turned towards the aging wolf. "I didn't need to. We've discussed is a hundred times." At least. The old bastard growled. How am I suppose to trust you to lead the family one day? His father snarled. It struck a sensitive nerve that had Enzo whipping his head around to face his father. Lorenzo wasn't a boy anymore, he didn't shy away from his fathers wrath, he didn't tuck his tail in submission. He met the old fucker head on.

"Because I've been running this family for the last year." The moment he had reached maturity, his father had thrust the family mantle onto his shoulders, testing to see how much he could endure. Enzo hadn't buckled or even wavered. His father knew. The old wolfs face contorted with barely contained rage. Get out. He seethed. With a victorious hmph he would pivot, walking out of the office without another word. Stepping into the hall, he let the door click shut behind him.

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There is always a different tune to the estate when business is being conducted; guards are posted outside the entrances to the property, to the rooms each of the state's inhabitants and guests occupy. Bodies are flushing in and out with refreshments or paperwork, voices are booming with either laughter or commands. Alessa pads lighter in these moments, slows down as she passes closed off rooms, tries to coax the pretty guard boys posted outside more important rooms into giving her a little insight on what's being discussed. She thinks it's unfair, really–not being in on the business at all times. Her father gives her information when she needs it, if she needs it. And she's learned as of late that he doesn't provide her with the information as whole, and rather hands it over in pieces for her to put together the best she can, and questions usually go unanswered.

She's paused completely outside of her father's office, ears are tuned in to the sound of her father and Enzo exchanging words. The dynamic, or perhaps lack thereof, is for from what Alessa and her father share, and what Alessa and Enzo share. She has a far fetched idea of the family she believes hers to be: close knit, loving, protective. They are all of those things, but only to certain faces, and each aspects are warped Ina fucked up, Vincenza way. Her father may hide things from her, but she believes him to be the protective, loving man a daughter should have to look after her. She doesn't realize it entirely, but Enzo is that man for her more times than not, stepping in where a father should and bearing responsibilities he shouldn't have to- brother or not. That reason alone is why she tries to remedy the bitterness between them whenever and however she can. She can hear the animosity between them, focusing so much on it that she doesn't realize Enzo is stepping outside of the room.

There is no need to hide what she was doing, so she walks over to Enzo as he shuts the door behind him. "Pensavo che forse tu e papà avreste avuto fame, dopo essere rimasti seduti lì tutta la mattina." ("I thought maybe you and Papa would be hungry, after sitting in there all morning.") she said calmly, gesturing to staff slowly making their way through a corridor from behind her with a collection of meats and beverages.
"Naturalmente, papà può godersi il pasto nel suo ufficio e tu—" ("Of course, Papa can enjoy his meal in his office and you—) She trailed off with a questioning tone. Her father's meal was being taken in behind them as she spoke of the arrangement. She looks up at him, studies him and his movements and the way his face changes- likely sorting through the meeting he didn't want to sit through, or rather didnt need to sit through.



"matteo"
"alessa"