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Mafia Protection

The Dimecurio's Mansion

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a part of Mafia Protection, by jadedragon66.

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The Dimecurio's Mansion is a part of Japan.

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Lexia Slade [0] Either you shut up or die..
Chesire [0] "Let's watch boys and girls."

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Belinda breathed sharply at Rosalie's words, but her surprise did not register to the expression she wore. Her eyes remained in a cold glare through the window, unconcerned when the car reached top speed. Long ago Belinda had learned one's emotions were best kept to themselves, hidden from the world's view. An open heart only begged to be broken. It was much easier to appear cold and unwelcoming. At least that way, she couldn't get hurt if no one would come near her. If she didn't care, then she couldn't become upset when her father forgot to call on her birthday or if the card, obviously signed by one of his mutts, was off by two years. Or even that she hadn't seen or talked to him since moving to Japan and hardly at all while still living in Italy. Unfortunately for Belinda, she did care. Even if she refused to let the world see her weakness.

In response to Rosalie's statement, Belinda drummed her fingers harder against the car's door. "Whatever," she muttered bitterly. She couldn't help but wonder what her father did for this girl to have her feel such loyalty towards him. She found herself glancing toward Rosalie, questioning what that woman had that she didn't. Why her father would take interest inside a complete stranger rather than his own flesh and blood. Quickly, in a usual response to such thoughts, anger flared inside her. "It's wonderful to see my father cutting corners by taking free help in protecting me," she said nastily. "You must have been a pathetic mess for him to trust that you wouldn't turn against him and just kill me yourself. HA! I wish I could have seen you then."

Belinda chuckled to herself, shifting slightly to better look through the window. From the mirror she could see the two men following her. However, she could also see a third figure on a motorcycle. Another mutt. Great, they just kept coming, didn't they?

As the gates opened and the two pulled into the Dimecurio's mansion, Belinda had lost herself in thought. Bitter words did not settle easily into her mind, but they served the purpose of her mental protection. "I'm Boom Boom Bobbi. Who the hell are you?" Belinda's eyes flickered to the girl that spoke, a smug look settling upon her face.

"Really? That's the best code name you could come up with? Isn't that a character from the Fintstones or something?" Belinda rolled her eyes as she began to walk away. "If my hitmen are anything like you guys, then I won't even need bodyguards." As she said this, four large Doberman, two males and two females, began to wander around her. Belinda patted one of the males on the head and sent a snickering glance to the girls. "Careful, they bite," she said before leaving them to go in the house.

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Belinda lounged on the couch in the main room, flipping through a magazine with little interest. A small, grey tom was perched upon her midsection. Its green eyes wavered open with each turn of a page before drifting asleep once again. Belinda sighed, resting the magazine down to get a better view of the small creature holding her captive. "Long day, Lucca?" Belinda chuckled, rubbing the kitten's chin. "Poor you. So many people moving about in your house. No wonder you didn't get any sleep."

The kitten stood up, turned twice, and then nestled down once again. She smiled to him, noticing his dainty white paws and perfectly groomed pelt. He was a house cat only. She would have to stress the point to the guards now that... that Lucca was all she had left. She had gotten him one week before her mother's death, one week before walking in to her home and being the first person to find her mother slaughtered upon the floor. From the blood, even naive Belinda knew it had taken painful hours for the mother to die while she was safe in school.

Safe. Japan was supposed to be safe. He moved them here to stay protected and looked what happened. She was dead, and Belinda was next. Her knees curled to her chest, lightly crushing the cat as she wrapped her arms around its delicate body. Her shoulders shook slightly, eyes rimmed with sorrow.

Suddenly she heard footsteps in the next room. Using her scarf, Belinda dried her tears and returned to her prior position of relaxed lounging. The kitten picked up its head in an upset glare, but quickly gave in as it settled down into a deep slumber. Belinda snatched the magazine from the table, replacing her frown with a devilish smile as she peered over to the boy that walked into the room. Emotions were easy to manipulate on the surface. She had been doing to for years. The boy wore a black tee and torn jeans; a contrast to the suits the others wore. He seemed ignorant of Belinda's presence in the room. That couldn't do.

She appeared uninterested as she continued flipping through the magazine-- that bored her terribly by now-- with her eyes occasionally glancing to the boy. "And which one are you?" she said, breaking the silence.

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Belinda laughed as he sat beside her, inquiring about the magazine. "Oh really, I'm supposed to believe a tough guy like you cares about fashion? Besides, even I can hardly follow what these Japanese girls are wearing. Too much glitter. Apparently cosplay is all the rage, though." She smiled wickedly, raising an eyebrow at him as she leaned in closer to him at a too close for comfort distance. "Now... What would you like me to dress up as, hmm? Come on, even a tough guy like you must have some secret desire."

Belinda snuggled back and chuckled at his expression. "Jason Cross," she said slowly as if letting the name wash around her tongue. She abandoned the magazine, looked to the kitten in her lap. It yawned and looked to the boy, blinking in confusion as it stretched and jumped down. Poor Lucca didn't care for strangers. "I do believe you are the last one for me to meet," she sighed, returning her full attention to Jason. "What a group you are. You all are... Very different. Tell me, Jason, did you have a good trip? I'm sure Daddy got nothing but the best for my protectors."

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Belinda smiled in amusement, sensing Jason's discomfort. He would be an easy one to play with. Perhaps Adrian would be too, if he learned not to break her things. As for Gervosz... He would be a bother. But something told Belinda that he would make an interesting companion, she always liked a challenge. And the girls... Rosalie seemed kind enough, however, Belinda found it difficult to believe she was working without pay. Those types could never be trusted. And for Bam Boom, whatever... She couldn't tell yet. But then again, she really didn't know any of her guards yet. Perhaps she was being too harsh on them.

Belinda sighed thoughtfully, focusing on her perfectly manicured nails. "I'v been here about five months now." Belinda frowned, her hardened exterior cracking slightly. "One more month and it will be a new record for me. That is... If I live that long." The last words escaped before she could control herself. Annoyance slipped into her eyes. "But enough about me Jason. I'm sure Daddy gave you all the information you need in the file. Tell me about yourself; before you joined the mafia. What made you so special for Daddy to trust you?"

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The job went pretty smoothly. Those guys were... a bit of an idiot. Adrian drive back the the mansion, driving through the gates and parking his car. Locking his car with a small click, Adrian walked inside the mansion and headed straight into the kitchen. Sighing quietly to himself, the hitman grabbed something to drink. Wanting to change out of his suit, which was stained with blood, he quickly walked up to his room, closing the door behind him.

Adrian took a shower and changed into something more.. comfortable. He made sure he had his weapons with him, just in case anything happened. He sat on his bed for a few minutes, thinking over things. Maybe it would be better to just have Belinda be home schooled. Then again.. she's a pretty stubborn girl... and she might now agree to this. "Hm.. I'm thinking too hard," he told himself.

[[FAILED POST! ... it's mid-night here. nothing's coming to mind.. I'm half dead. :( sorry for the horrible/rushed post]]

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Belinda huffed in satisfaction to Jason's response. He seemed trustworthy, as trustworthy as any of them could be she supposed. "Maybe one day you can show me some of your other scars," she said with a coy smile while tapping gently him on the arm as she leaned back into the couch.

His words came back to her slightly. "Belinda, your father hired us to make sure you live much longer than a month, and I assure you, he wouldn't have hired anyone but the best to do so for his daughter" For some reason, she didn't put much faith into what he said. Rosalie had said this also, about her being safe with them. Perhaps it was because Belinda never knew what safety felt like. Moving from one house to another, constantly scanning the faces in a crowd, having to keep her identity a secret from the world... Did that sound safe? And now her secret life was out. Someone had messed up there so who was to say these people wouldn't mess up too? It was only a matter of time in Belinda's mind. Her goal was to enjoy what little life she had. That was why she acted so tough. Tough people always seemed to be having fun, didn't they?

Belinda sighed as she messed slightly with her hair. It was starting to get long for her personal taste, but that was how Daddy liked it. And what Daddy wanted was what Daddy got. Even she wasn't foolish enough to challenge him.

The girl tapped her fingers on her leg, annoyed by the lack of conversation that had bloomed into an awkward silence after her last comment. She wondered if Adrian would be this sensitive to her words. She stood up suddenly and went over to the fireplace mantel to look at some of the artifacts. "The maids are falling behind," she said to herself with an annoyed tisk. She wiped her finger across the dust. Shadows of missing picture frames could be clearly seen in the dust. After her mother died, Belinda had removed all trace of the woman from the house. At least twenty pictures sat untouched in a box nestled in the basement. In fact, the entire house was void of any personal touches.

Belinda sighed by the thought but was distracted by a soft nudge on her ankle. She smiled down to Lucca who suddenly decided to walk off and jump back on the couch. He froze at the sight of Jason and then crept forward slowly to investigate. Belinda watched for a moment in distaste, thinking that Lucca was hers. "You can play with him if you like," she sighed as if feeling he needed her permission to touch the cat. She hesitated slightly. "He's teething. Don't get upset if he bites or paws at you. He probably just thinks you're a new toy." She turned around once again and continued her inspection but found nothing of interest. She wasn't used to entertaining herself around company and him being one of Daddy's dogs made it even worse. She sighed and sat in a chair opposite to him. "How many people have you killed?" she asked bluntly. "I'm sure none of you are saints." She watched him carefully, pressing her lips tightly together to avoid another question from slipping out. Where any of them my age?

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Belinda turned her cold gaze from Adrian to Bam Boomy. "Yeah, Ma- Mother moved it into the basement incase they ever wanted it back." Belinda said 'mother' without emotion, catching her miss-word. It was foolish to refer to the dead woman as Mama anymore, no matter how much it hurt her to think this.

Suddenly Belinda's gaze turned suspicious. "How would you know about that? Oh." The Mafia Princess leaned back in her chair, watching Bam Boomy. "You were here before, weren't you? What was it... Roberta, no?" Belinda sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. It disturbed her that this guard knew her previously. Before her mother's death Belinda's personality had been so different. With her mother, Belinda had allowed her emotions to show freely. But not anymore.

She opened her eyes and looked to the girl. "I suppose I have to get it for you, don't I? Imagine that. Daddy's little girl playing fetch for a mutt," she said with a sigh.

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Belinda frowned as Bobbi decide she could come along. How rude, really. But then again, nothing could happen to Daddy's little princess. Not after his queen had just died.

Belinda's frown increased into one of sorrow. It was exactly two weeks now that her mother had died, a concept difficult for any person to comprehend let alone an eighteen year old girl with her whole life in front of her. What life? she thought bitterly. What life did she have? Forsaken by birth as the enemy to people she had never met. Her mother was innocent. It was her father that deserved to die, not her. She had been the only friend allowed to Belinda. The servants came and went, the houses her merely temporary places of resident; there was no time to foster any sense of relations with other people. Not even her own father. How long had it been since he had seen her? Two... Three years? Would he even recognize her on the street, would she him?

Belinda felt a soft nudge on her hand. Alda gazed at her with pleading eyes, sensing her emotion turmoil and self pity. The girl's eyes hardened, too proud to even let her dog see her as weak. Even so, she turned toward Bobbi, a question burning on her lips. "Why do you work for him? What could he have to offer you that someone couldn't?"

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Belinda regarded Bobbie carefully. So, she had no choice in the matter. Perhaps if Belinda had any connection with her father she would have understood Bobbi's decision, but she did not. If she was in Bobbi's situation, she would have left and let the bastard die. "So, you're just a toy for Daddy then. Is it really worth it though?" The girl knew she would hit upon sour notes, but continued probing Bobbi ruthlessly. "If your father was weak enough to give you up as a bartering device, how can you say he even cared for you? If he studied the Giordanios so closely, he knew what type of life you would lead under my father. How could he have done that to you, his precious little girl?" Her tone was almost malicious, as if she was taunting Bobbi. She wanted a reaction for the woman. "How can you really know? Maybe he was glad to hand you over. Maybe it made things easier for him that way if he felt he didn't have to worry about you anymore. Under my father, you aren't his problem anymore."