Mafia Italia

Fiorella Russo

The school walls were littered with those stupid little flyers about the upcoming science fair, Tuffy the Tiger, our adoring mascot and of course people. Yes, people. The whole student body seemed to be having their backs glued to the wall to make room for me, Fi Russo (and my followers).

I put the "Fi" in fiesty.

I wiped my knuckle on one of my followers (Janet, I think her name is) shirt to get a drop of blood off.

I put the "Pop" in popularity.

I made Obama High School's (couldn't resist...) definition of popularity upside down.

I'm not your frilly girly girl at all. I'm just like one of the guys.

I can still hear the little yelps coming out of that guys throat as I punched him in the stomach (maybe for the hundreth time, who knows?)

"You got beat by a girl." I said, walking off.

"That's right!" my followers said.

That was 5 minutes ago.

"Hey Fi! You going to the mall, with us?" I heard my best friend, Carla ask.

"Not today ladies. I promised Dominica and Catarina." I said, walking off to my car.

I drove back to the house to find my sister, Dominica hands on hips.

"The school principal just called here. Mamma's going to get you." Dominica said mockingly, sarcastically, and jokingly all at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I said, putting my backpack on the chair.

"So who did you get in a fight with this time?" Dominica asked as she washed the dishes.

"Some anti-Italian guy." I said, flippantly.

"Oh, so you actually had a reason this time to beat someone up." She said.

"Yep."

At that, I ran back to the front door to get back in the car.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I promised Catarina!" I said, already half out the door.

I always visited Catarina. She's a bit older than me but she gets lonely sometimes with just her and her father.

*I'm terribly sorry if I got Dominica wrong. Tell me to change it if I need to. Which I probably do..*

*BEGINS TO BAG*
Please, please, does anyone need a girlfriend?! Read the discussion thread.

Lol, Telina! XD

Giancarlo de Luca

The old Don ruffled his great-nephew's hair, his friendly smile completely genuine for once. His day had been a long one. The businesses of his front men had had to be organised. Deliveries had had to be made, protection money collected, bribes paid. People killed. He was having to groom his eldest son for the day he would take over. He was still trying to hide their family's truth from his eldest daughter, and bring his youngest daughter back into the fold. And he still had the problem of his youngest child, who seemed incapable of raising a smile these days.

Damarco was a welcome ray of sunshine. "Hey, bambino." He tilted his head slightly to one side, "Hang on...you've got something behind your ear..."

Damarco giggled, and Giancarlo reached behind his ear, seeming to produce a chocolate coin out of nowhere, setting it in the kid's hand. "You should check there more often, bambino. I think you're growing them!"

Hearing their father's greetings to their cousin, Valeria and Lucio appeared at the top of the stairs, then made their way down to embrace Damarco and then Bianca. Valeria hoisted the boy up into her arms, and she and Lucio talked to him about his day.

Giancarlo was about to ask Bianca the same thing, when his consigliore appeared behind him, almost out of nowhere. Fabian Cipriani: the family's completely amoral, snakelike lawyer. "Don de Luca." he murmured, "There are still many things that need to be discussed. Nico-"

“Will be here tonight for dinner. I will talk to him then." Giancarlo said, not unkindly, "In the meantime, Fabian, I want to spend time with my family. Go and do whatever it is you do when I’m not around.” The man slunk away, disappearing up to his office.

Isabella had appeared from a side door, and taken Bianca's hands in hers, smiling, "It's been too long, Bianca."

"It's been less than a week!"

Isabella shook her head, "Giancarlo and I wish we could see you all every day!" She looked sideways at her husband, "Where are Nico and Joah?"

"Nico is on his way, and Joah is only going to come for a moment or two. She has something on tonight.”

Bianca de Luca

"Joah is coming?" Bianca asked Giancarlo, a look of confusion running across her face. She hadn't seen her other cusion for sometime now.

"Just for a bit" her uncle stated and Bianca shook her head undertsnadingly.

"Uncle, was Nico working today?" Bianca asked after an uncomfortable pause between her, Isabella and Giancarlo.

"Yes, and it was a great success" Giancarlo told her with a smile. Bianca nodded and looked over to where her son was being attacked by her older cusions, Valerie with her kisses and hugs and Lucio with his tickling. It was a funny thing, the family almost looked completely normal. Almost.

Nico de Luca

He knocked on the door to his family's house. From within, he could hear the sounds of Lucio and Valeria playing with baby Damarco. Lucio's voice stopped as Nico knocked. "I'll get it." He said from within.

The door opened a second later to reveal Lucio. Comparing the two, they looked like polar opposites, although there was no mistaking that they were brothers. Lucio’s hair was perfectly done – he’d probably been to the hairdresser’s that morning. His blue eyes gleamed far brighter than Nico’s, and his suit was immaculate. Nico, on the other hand, had come fresh from ‘work’. His hair was slightly messed up, half-obscuring his eyes. His eyes were dull as ever, but there was a gleam of murderous intent that hadn’t fully faded away from his job.

It fact, it appeared to have half-surfaced at the sight of his older brother. His jacket hung open, the holsters of his pistols half visible. A bloodstain showed itself on his white shirt.

Lucio’s face was twisted into an almost contemptuous snarl, “Couldn’t you at least clean up a little? Valeria and Damarco are here too, you know.”

Nico stared back at him, apparently deadpan, although that spark of anger flared a little in his eyes. Mister Oh-So-Perfect. What do you know about life? You’re as sheltered as Valeria. He buttoned up his jacket, the guns and bloodstain concealed.

“And smile.” Lucio growled.

Nico forced a slight smirk to his lips, then pushed past his brother. “Hello everyone. Sorry I’m late.”

Joah de Luca

Joah rounded the corner of block nine from the bank, and headed up a slanted side street. There wasn't much up this direction besides the de Luca residence. A few small townhomes and apartments, but they were mostly empty. It was on a street where all the action seemed to surround it--popular locations on both sides. But there was nothing of interest on there street and, being a on way street, it was rare to find much traffic here either.

She tucked a long dark curl behind her ear as she turned and made her way up the cement steps to her father's residence. The home was gorgeous, and although Joah wouldn't even pretend to know how much it has cost, she would guess in the millions. It was huge, and had more rooms than she and her siblings and parents had ever been able to fill with beds. A hidden mansion, it seemed.

Joah turned the doorknob and she stepped inside. She still considered the home her own, even though she was rarely there anymore, and never waited to be let in. Her heads clicked on the hardwood floor as she closed the heavy door behind her and made her way into the foyer where the rest of her family seemed to be congregating.

She smiled sweetly, "hey!"

Damarco looked up to her and smiled, doing one of those trip/run/falls her direction until she leaned down and scooped him up and they were both laughing for a second. "You're getting so big, bubby!"

Damarco just smiled and played with Joah's necklace, as she turned and glanced to her family, unsure as to why they all seemed to be there...randomly...and wondering if she had just been told to come over for some sort of family meeting without being given the information that it was, infact, a family meeting.

Catarina Russo:

The house was silent except for the oak clock sitting on the fireplace mantle ticking off each second with a sort of urgency. Catarina sat in her father's armchair, legs swung over the arm rest and hands curled at her side gripping the family knife. Her eyelids were finally beginning to droop. It had been a long night at the warehouse with her father and she'd had to take the place of his normal body guard.

"I hope you're not too tired for another mission, Cat," a familiar voice cooed from behind her. She didn't move. The sudden smell of cigar smoke filled the living room. Adam Russo.

"Of course not, Father,"she mumbled into a pillow, resisting the urge to let unconsciousness engulf her.

"I have a special mission this time for you and Salvatore should be of assistance."there was a pause,"Catarina, dear, I know you're angry with me but...." His voice droned on as she finally let sleep take it's hold. Fi should be hear soon....

She dozed off only to have images flash all around her.

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"Sweetheart, me and Antonio will be home by five, okay?"

"Whatever" I had muttered grudgingly to my mom with such hate. But now....now I only wished to see her one more time...just one more time.

Memories of the ambulance come back to the surface and like a scab my shield is being picked off letting the pain seep through. The officers words,"I'm sorry,"are inevitable even in sleep and I can almost feel the familiar gut wrenching guilt. Two simple words that had set me running through the front door, down the street, and after the flashing ambulance at full speed. No one had tried to stop me, they just stared. Eventually the sirens faded and I had known they were gone. Even as the rain came down pelting my skin and tears stung my eyes i couldn't let go. The only word running through my head was 'no'.

No it couldn't be my family. No it couldn't be someone I loved. No, no, no!
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"Catarina!" shouted a voice pulling her back to the present nearly knocking her off the chair.

"What?"

"You were screaming in your sleep and crying. I didn't know what to do," It was Fi.

*yay! another russo family member*
Fiorella Russo

"What's wrong? Are you ok? If someone wants to hurt you, boy I'll-"

"You're not going to be doing anything." Cat said, rubbing her eyes, "Its me who's going to be doing something."

"Cat...what's going on? You were screaming bloody murder." I put my arms around her.

Even though I'm the tough girl, I've always been protective of the ones I love. Cat is one of them.

"Nothing, nothing. I'll...I'll tell you later." Cat said, grudgingly, getting up of the rocking chair.

"You don't need to tell me later. I already know. I just want to know why." I said, firmly.

"Look, I had a long day at the warehouse. Father wants me to do some stuff..." She started.

"A mission?" I asked, perking up. I couldn't help it.

"Don't even think about it. You're only-"

"18! I know! When am I going to be able to learn everything? Do everything?" I pleaded.

"Soon." Cat said, winking at me.

"So, how was your day?"

*sorry if I got Cat wrong!*

*No, no. I actually like that you gave Cat more personality*

Catarina Russo:

I took a deep breath. Everything would be okay now. Fi was here.

"Are you positive you're okay?"

"Yeah,yeah. So about my day. It was boring, pointless, and I got a little frustrated with Salvatore."My words were the plain truth and I couldn't help, but feel happy about it. Fi brought out the best in me and it was so easy to talk to her.

She let out an exasperated sigh for my benefit. Her hands were set on her hips and she pursed her lips,"What did he do now?" I laughed. She knew how to lighten up any mood even if she had to protect her tough girl image. And she really was tough, but sometimes she was a little too rough.

"Seriously stop it, Fi!"I flung a pillow at her playfully,"And if you must know. Well he...he asks too many questions."

Almost immediately her smile dropped,"How is that a bad thing, Cat? You know as well as any of us that if something happens to you he has to take your place. Quetions will only help him do the job better." Her words were brutally honest and there's how she was rough. I winced a little at the intensity her eyes sent in waves toward me. As usual she was right.

"Miss Catarina Russo, your father would like to speak with you in his office."Rau, the butler, called. No one in our family knew whether or not he knew what the Russo's were all about.

"Of course,"I sighed after giving Fi a reasuring hug. I headed to my Father, the Don's office. This 'mission' must be important if he had sent Rau instead of just coming himself.

*in my next post it will be from Adamo's POV*

**Hope this is OK**
Name: Alexis Blake
Undercover name: --Soon to be released--
Age: 23
Undercover Age: --Soon to be released--
Occupation: Special Agent, FBI
Undercover Occupation: --Soon to be released--
Appearance: She’s a natural beauty, long blond hair, slightly wavy, making her timeless. She has green eyes. She’s tall and athletic - the exact body an FBI agent would have. In addition, her smile is irresistible; it radiates a certain charm, which is appealing to everybody.
Undercover appearance: --Soon to be released--
Personality: This is a tricky one, she can change because she works undercover, so she becomes whatever the job needs her to be. She’s very smart though, a quick thinker and hard worker.
History: Born and raised in New York. She comes from a rich father who she loves dearly.
Alexis was 17 when she was five minutes late picking up her baby sister from school. Her sister was held for ransom and found ten days later, asphyxiated and badly beaten, among other things. Ever since then Alexis has made it her job to put everybody who’s even vaguely crossed the line of right and wrong behind bars.
Her family disconnected themselves from her but her father attempts to see her when she's not on a case, he tells his wife that he's going on a golf trip with the boys from work. He also sends her money, which she refuses to use, so right now it's sitting in account, growing at an outrageous rate.
She finished High School early, by home schooling. She went and got a series of degrees and was found by an FBI agent who thought her varied education could be of use, now at 23 she’s a successful special agent.

OTHER: She's one of the few Chicago Bears fans! She drives a silver Nissan GT-R. She loves Starbucks.
She has a slight hate for the FBI, she thinks they are stuck-up.
*I'll keep adding onto this**

Where does that leave the Mafia? Wait and find out.

Special Agent, Alexis Blake

“Special Agent Alexis Blake? Is that you?” Jake, a young dark haired agent opened the door to Alexis’s office. “You do realize this is your office right?” He threw his hand up, exaggerating his disbelief. This was the first time he'd seen her in her office, let alone behind a desk.

Alexis continued to scan through a ‘high profile’ she wanted to take on, trying her best to ignore Jake as he flopped himself down on a chair in front of her mahogany desk.

“Your office,” he raised an eyebrow, “which I can honestly say looks like a show home, do you ever think about putting pictures up? Maybe a plant?” Jake placed his feet up on her desk. While trying to look nonchalant he extended his arms, flexing and placing them above his head.
What a show off, she thought, finally unable to ignore him.

“No,” she said, not looking away from her computer screen, “pictures are personal and plants die.”

“Yes, they are.” He tilted his had and put on his best coy smile, “And if you didn’t notice, that door has ‘Special Agent Alexis Blake’ written on it, meaning this is your own personal office!” He took his arms down for a brief second to cheer.

“Yeah, I did notice,” Alexis pulled herself closer to her desk and leaned in, crossing her arms on the desk, “so what are you doing in here? You sure the heck don‘t look like Alexis Blake!” Alexis couldn’t help but let her smile take over.

“Right you are. If I was, I would be the one with my own fancy office,” he added, somewhat bitterly.

“Well, this is your lucky day because I‘m your new partner, now you can learn from the best! When you work as diligently as me, you can get the fancy office,” she winked.

“Nah, it’s because you’re a chick with long legs.” He teased, Alexis was one of the best agents in the Chicago area. She had given up the majority of her life to dedicate herself to every high profile case. She had gone undercover so many times that she would sometimes find herself signing the wrong name on a personal check, or giving out the wrong number to a cute guy in the grocery line.

There were times when the job got tough, but as cheesy as it sounds, Alexis got tougher. Unfortunately giving herself over as a special agent who went undercover so many times, she’d missed Christmas after Christmas with her friends who sub in as her lack of family. Instead she had to spend it with some Major Theft Lord. Or with a group of intelligent officials, working on a Counterterrorism case instead. Now she’s without 'family', the one thing that held her together.

At this point, the only thing keeping her standing is her job.

Jack

I walked into the warehouse were hopefuls hoping to become mobsters and part of the family. Sadly for them I knew that when you worked for the De Luca's that unless someone didn't want you dead you wouldn't be around long. I pulled my purple suit blazer around me tight and my black leather trench coat over that.

"Hello" I called out to the people in the room some turned around quickly while others turned around slowly when they saw it was me however they quickly looked sharp.

"now do you want to work for the family" I shouted at them shouts of yeses came from the group of 6 and I smiled.

"so you want to kill people make money but what I'm really asking is what are you prepared to do for the family I mean you scratch are backs and we'll scratch yours now are you sure you want to do this" more yeses came from the group. I smiled and told them to follow me. We walked into a big empty room where their were other members of the family.

"okay empty your pocket of everything take of anything an undress, then these nice men are gonna search your clothes and you then their gonna give you a cold shower, sorry about the thoroughness of this but the FBI are topping their search methods I know one guy undercover agent who had a recording device put in his arm but we found" some looked like they were regretting coming here one brave soul asked a question.

"what did you do to the arm recording guy" I smiled.

"well we tortured him and let all his screams get recorded than we cut of his arm and sent it to the FBI " This comment sent shivers down their spines.

After they were searched I asked them one more question.

"have any of you seen some one die" most of them shook their heads. I quickly took my gun out and shot one of the 6 "now you have" I said before leaving the other family members to deal with the body and the recruits I had to go report to the Don.

**This is going to be my actual other character, Damarco is just kind of... there. Also I'm making this for Telina and I'll edit Bianca's profile later**

Name: Dante de Luca

Age: 28

Family: de Luca

Personal Family: Uncle- Giancarlo Cusions- Valeria, Lucio, Nico and Joah Sibling- Bianca Nephew- Damarco

Fight Style: Gun

Personality: Dante is an odd man. He often acts childish, but he smiles just as much as his little sister. Photography is a hobby of his and one almost never see's him without his camera slung around his neck. Calm and sweet nature basically describes him.

Appearance: (It pains me ever so to have to use this picture...)

History: Was born in Italy four years prior to his sister, Bianca. He grew up a motherless son and pretty much avoided his father when he was younger, not wanting to discuss taking over the 'Family Business'. He moved to Chicago with his little sister at the age of 21, soon after their father had died.

Other info: Telina's Man, XD

* sorry, I haven't been posting. I'm finally able to get back in the order of things *

Salvatore Russo

Beer was the only way to go. Between the stress and living a double-life, Sal needed a neutral entity. And that entity happened to be Budweiser. It was cold and the scent was sweet like revenge or the thrill of killing someone with your own two hands. He knew Jo didn't like him talking or acting in that way, but he couldn't help it, this was his life.
"Joah," he breathed, looking at his watch.
They were supposed to be going out to dinner that night and she hadn't called. It was going on 6:30 and there was not even a message on his cell. Sighing, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. The smoke spiraled up in gray swirls spelling about the frown on his wife's face if she knew about the secret stash he had. Grunting, he threw it down and stepped on it. Joah was the only woman he would die for and maybe even betray his family over. She was his family, the only one that he had. He knew that his uncle respected him and was very proud of his ability to do missions quickly and efficiently but the truth was, he had Pisano blood in him and that was too hard to ignore. It was like a black rose in a sea of red ones and he had to live with that everyday of his life.

*I hope that's alright*