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Francesca Capone
Francesca “Frankie” Capone Age: 22 Daughter of Lucian Capone Owner of Wilson's Drugstore Co Owner of Rita's |
“Oh no, no…”
“I only was following your thoughts…” He appreciated what Francesca told to him. “You know I feel attraction for art, but I have no plans for this. And I know nothing about plants and gardens.”
“Plants aren’t that hard, so long as you get the right ones. If you’re looking for advice, I know Zelda has one hell of a garden herself.”
It was the end of the summer of 1920 and prohibition was in full swing, although to those in the know, nothing had really seemed to change.Certain people’s pockets were overflowing with money being made off of the alcohol ban. It had turned into one of the nicest things the government could have done for mobsters.
Frankie had just returned to the state after visiting Montford for the summer. After getting herself settled back in at school, she took the first train into the city that she could catch. The twenty year old missed the excitement of the city and the fun she could get into. It didn’t take long for Frankie to learn that her uncle had a job for her, one that fell into her area of expertise. The family he worked with was having problems with a wealthy European immigrant that was trying to muscle in on their liquor sales. To those in the know, New York was a city chopped up into little pieces, and it was people like Frankie that enforced those invisible lines to remain intact.
It was a job that she could handle easily enough on her own, but Frankie was much more interested in catching up with Amanda. Both of which could be done together while they reminded this man just who it was he was messing with. As soon as Amanda opened her door, Frankie beamed. “Uncle Ricci has a job for us, I hope you aren’t busy.”
“And I don’t have the patience to keep up with all the trinkets. I’ll be sure to keep you in check.” Rhett chuckled, grabbing her hand as they continued down the block.
“There is one thing that I won’t let you leave Shanghai without though, and I want to catch them before the sun goes down, so if you see anything you like, you might want to purchase it now or forever hold your peace.”
“Then lead the way my love. I’ll browse along the way.” Frankie squeezed his hand as pulled her down the street, slow enough that she was able to look at all the wares from the street vendors. One shop caught her attention right away and she insisted they go in. Even if she wasn’t putting them to use anymore, Franke was never able to say no to a beautiful blade.
After making a few purchases along the street, Rhett stopped in front of a shop. “Are you ready to tell me what I must buy now?”
Frankie,
I hope this finds you well. I had intended to keep my letters brief and sparse, I did not want to interrupt your vacation with my babbling, but Mr. Perri is surprisingly friendly these days. I wonder if he was so cold all these years from the stress of handling your antics. In any case, I finally feel at ease sending a letter. Mr. Shaffer was attacked not long ago - I can only assume you knew it would happen. You need not try to explain. I did not mean to assume you would want to explain yourself. I just wanted to… I don’t know. I’ve spoken with Mr. Torrio of the job you gave me, and the conflict that it caused. I am now confident that whoever gave the order made the right decision. A chi dai il dito si prende anche il braccio. Mr. Esposito cannot afford to lose ground to the Irish. I’m grateful for Mr. Torrio’s help in reaching this peace, but I wish you were here. Things make more sense when I have you close by.
All my lo
Safe travels,
Brie
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Good to know Luis followed my orders…
Perhaps I should bring Brie out here to us.
*Smacks her on the ass, kissing her cheek*
Don’t be smart with me. Show me the inside of this place.
I thought you liked it when I was smart with you.
*grins and takes his hand as she hears the driver approaching with their things*
Its already furnished, so we don’t have to worry about that. Unless of course you don’t like it.
*turns the knob and pushes the door open*
After you…
Rhett raised his hand once more as on of the young waitresses holding a tray was coming around to their table. She smiled and nodded as he asked for coffee in her native tongue before scurrying off to obtain their order.
“One coffee coming right up. Then after that we go out and see the world.”
Kissing her forehead, Rhett couldn’t help the waves of excitement and nostalgia that coursed through his veins. He’d never in his wildest dreams imagined they would actually go through with this hair-brained scheme to travel the world, yet here they were in China of all places and he couldn’t be happier.
“Sounds like a plan.” She sat back up in her chair as she tried to force herself to wake up. Frankie nodded her thanks to the woman as she brought the cup of coffee out. Taking it from her, she downed it quickly, not caring that is burned the whole way down.
“Ready” she grinned, pushing herself up from the seat. They made their way out of the restaurant and started slowly walking past all the street vendors peddling their wares. “Promise me you won’t let me start buying everyone back home presents. I don’t have the time or the patience to actually send them back.”
