Vincenzo/BambiVincenzo 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, throwing
the 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.---
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.