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Post by Clarice Santino on Jan 26, 2012 23:54:38 GMT -5
Clarice was seething, and his little speech wasn't helping.
"Don't you realize that by pushing her away like this, you're only going to make the situation worse?" she said with a shaking voice. "You're going to drive her away... and closer to the Rossi girl! You could be making your own daughter into your worst enemy! Did you even think about that? No... of course not. You hear the name Rossi and the blood vessels in your brain burst. Or she could end hurt... caught in the crossfire, and you won't be able to protect her! Well, I'm telling you right now, Marcello, if anything happens to Gabriella, the Rossis will not be your worst enemy... I will! And trust me, you do not want that!"
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Post by Marcello Santino on May 3, 2012 0:50:17 GMT -5
"She knew what she was getting into!" Marcello shouted back. "She knew they wee bad business, she knew I would never approve and she did it anyway!" His anger boiled inside him and he could feel his temples throbbing. Not an hour ago they were sitting to a family meal and now this?
"If harm comes to her, I will be deeply sorry," Marcello said. "But she had it coming the moment she made friends with a Rossi."
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Post by Clarice Santino on May 28, 2012 15:18:02 GMT -5
"Had it coming?" Clarice fairly shrieked. Her face turned as red as her hair and she stared at him as if she couldn't believe the words that had just left his mouth. "That is my daughter. Your daughter. And if anything happens to her, you will not have time to be sorry... because I will make you pay. You think... you think all I do is sit here and cook dinner and clean like some kind of glorified house servant. But I am not your servant... I am your wife, and the mother of your children. I have endured a great deal during our marriage, and I've never said a word. Even when you chased our son out of the house, I forgave you. But not this time, Marcello. I'm done."
She whipped around and stalked out of the room, then turned around abruptly in the doorway, grabbing a vase from the bookshelf and hurling it at him before she left.
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Post by Marcello Santino on May 31, 2012 14:56:40 GMT -5
He ducked out of the way of the vase just in time as it shattered against the wall behind him. He had fallen in love with Clarice because of her sharp wit and how passionate she could be and how she would speak her mind if she felt the need to.
He didn't think she'd ever threaten him however.
He pulled out his wand and fixed the vase, placing it back on the bookshelf. Still fuming, he headed upstairs to make sure Gabriella had gone as he demanded. It seemed as if she had already packed before she even told him about her plans with that Rossi girl. Was he really so predictable that Gabriella would have planned on leaving before he even banished her from the house?
He rubbed his temples and sighed. This was not how the evening was supposed to go. But he had to put it behind him, like he had when Dante left. Tomorrow he'd get the boys together, maybe even include that new kid he found in the bar. They needed to move forward, and his daughter's betrayal was in the past.
He walked back downstairs and transfigured the couch into a small bed. It was late, and the events of dinner made him tired. He lied in bed and though. He never intended to make Clarice angy with him, but his rules were his rules, and living under his roof meant abiding by them. Dante knew that and now he was home, Gabriella would learn the same.
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