Carrie Delfavero's Story

Vincenzo/Bambi
Vincenzo sat on the wore out dirty blue couch in his friend, Joe’s run down house in lower West Belrose. Gun shots could be heard near by and the neighbors seemed to be in a pretty violent argument. He was too drugged up to care at the moment he had just shot his arm full of heroine for the second time today. He couldn't exactly focus to get up and go home, he was supposed to be home an hour ago, not that he normally had a designated time to be home, he wouldn’t listen to it even if he did, but today was different. It was important for him to be home. He took a deep breath as he pushed himself up off the couch.

“You going to be alright to drive home sweetheart?” he couldn’t exactly tell who was asking him, it was a girl he knew that much. Most likely Joe’s girlfriend Kandy. he was pretty positive she had a thing for him and to be honest he’d love to hook up with her, but he’d never do that to Joe, his best friend.

“I’ll be fine.” He answered plainly and the words seem to come out slow and elongated. He gave a two finger wave as he pushed the rickety screen door open.

His Lamborghini was parked on the street, but everyone knew who’s car that was and they knew better then to mess with it, that was suicide. The engine roared to life and he took off way faster than the speed limit as he made his way home.

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The Da’Marco estate's staff bustled around the large mansion getting everything ready for the Christmas party, that the Da’Marco’s held every year, exactly two weeks for Christmas. The VanCamp’s along with the Ravenwood’s would be in attendance, including Jenifer Epsen, Steven Ravenwood’s ex-wife who was still close with the other wives. Also in attendance would be Ethan Crowe, the hitman and if he so wished his family, The Delfavero family, one of the more involved families, along with other families. Soft Christmas music played throughout the Da’Marco mansion and it was decorated in greens and reds. The dining room was being set to Mrs. Da’ Marco’s perfection.

“Where is that son of yours.” Vivien sighed, of coursed dressed in a long elegant silver dress.

“Which one my love?” Frankie asked, his Italian accent was light, but it was there.

“Vincenzo, he was supposed to be here an hour ago” she breath worried as she leaned very the sink feeling slightly sick. Frankie gently rubbed her back .

“He’ll be here, or I’ll kill him.” He smirked teasing though he was completely serious.

“MA!” Bambi’s screamed from across the house as if she was being murdered.

“Oh dear god.” Vivien said under her breath.

“There’s no fucking way I’m wearing this pink piece of shit dress. You like it so much you fucking wear it!” She yelled as she stormed into her parents huge room, throwingthe dress on the ground. Before walking out of the room letting out a loud frustrated breath.

“Damn it Frankie say something!” she looked to her husband.

“I’m not going to force her to wear it dear.” He said smirking a bit as he headed down stairs the families would be showing up any moment now.

Bambi was in a bad mood, s she searched through her walk-in closet for a dress that would really piss off her mother. Perfect she thought as she pulled her black and red Goth style dressoff the hanger. This would also catch the attention of a few guys in particular, probably all the guys though. It was Bambi after all. She made her way out of the large closet as she set her dress down on her bed in her room, and started to strip down, before slipping it on. Her hair already done up, she heard the doorbell ring, causing her to smirk a bit at the thought of all the guys that would be there tonight. A light tap on her window brought her from her thoughts. She glanced to her window seeing her oldest brother, he did this a lot.

She opened the window though blocking it so he couldn’t climb through. “This isn’t a McDonalds you know.” She teased “What the hell are you doing, you know Dad’s going to kick your ass.” She said knowing how their dad gets when he needs them to actually participate.

“Just fucking let me in already BamBam.” He was still on drugs but, he was good at keeping it together.

Bambi rolled her eyes. “You’re welcome” she said moving so he could climb in waiting to speak aging until he was out of ear shot “ass hole.” She breathed as she slipped on her six inch black and red heels.

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Vinny stumbled to his room quickly. Stopping in front of his little brothers room opening the door looking to him.

“Hey fucker give me my eye drops back!” he said in a hush tone. His younger brother being the only one besides his father that was aware of his older brothers drug addiction.

Vinny/Bambi
The comments made about his family, completely pissed him off, yeah it was a broken family, but it was still his and he was extremely possessive of it. The oldest son was in a god awful mood now, he had to get out of the house before he strangled the lady. He made his way into the back yard. The garden was lit by the full moon and the white and blue Christmas lights. He inhaled the ocean air deeply trying to calm his nerves it didn’t help that he was still on drugs. He placed both hands on the wall of the side of the house and his temper started to get worse the more he thought about it. He clenched his fists as tightly as he could before one collided with the side of the house causing an indent and his knuckles to crack open, gushing blood, it streamed down his arm and drops hit the cement below him.
His mind started wondering, he needed to talk to Ethan. He ignored the blood the dripped from his hand and he was numb to the pain. He found the hitman sitting at one of the tables. He sat across from him grabbing one of the white cloth napkins and wrapped pressed it to his bleeding knuckles.
“I got a job for you.” He smirked, he wasn’t best friends with Ethan, but he seemed to be okay with the hitman, which was a good thing. “I’d do it myself, but…this one could get traced back to me.” He said as his eyes wondered to his younger sister. “shit am I interrupting something?” he smirked just noticing his sister sitting next to the hit man.
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Bambi playfully hit her brother’s chest “Stop sugar coating everything Gi, Danny made plenty of sense.” She watched her sister leave, before glancing back to the group that still stood in front of them “Well it really has been a pleasure, but I’ve got some trouble to cause.” She smirked giving a polite but very sarcastic curtsey. She linked arms with her brother dragging him off with her.
“I can’t wait for this damn thing to be over.” She sighed “Were l’d enough now we should be able to have our own party…don’t you think?” she asked her brother as they walked around a bit. The two of them going to a bar, asking the bartender to mix her something strong, she took the shot from the bartender taking it down quickly.
“You should really go talk to some of the pretty ladies, I’m sure they’d love that.” She smirked. “I’m going to go see what I can do about that cutie.” She said shoving the shot glass into her brothers hands before taking off in the direction of a young guy.
Though getting side tracked seeing Carrie. “Delfavero, where are those sexy ass brothers of yours?” she teased going over to the girl.

Bambi
Bambi chatted with Carrie for a bit, she had to hand it to the girl, she handled herself very well. Her eyes drifted to the attractive hit man sitting at the bar and Carrie saying she wanted to step out.

“nous devrions parler plus souvent babe.( we should talk more often babe.)” She spoke Italian to the girl knowing she would understand, most of the families being full or at least half Italian. “I’ve got some business to attend to anyways.” She smirked as she headed over to Mr. Crowe sitting next to him giving him a very noticeable look over.

“J'ai raté notre faufiler. (I've missed our sneaking around.) “ Her french was damn near perfect as she spoke to him. Bambi knew a total of four different langages. But the one she knew he knew for sure was french and now was the time it called for a private conversation. “Quand avez-vous décidé de cesser de prêter attention à moi(When did you decided to stop paying attention to me) “ she pouted. Her and Ethan had hooked up a few time nothing serious more just playful make-out sessions, that no one knew about.