The Family [Finished]

[yamikuronue]

"Why was someone pointing a gun at her?"

[accalia]

"Because they are an idiot who doesn't know gun safety 101. When i get mobile on my own again i'm going to black his eye.... Actually no, he discharged the gun, that's a broken jaw he earned there.

[yamikuronue]

Gabe gives a frustrated groan, glaring at Tony.

[accalia]

"Apparently he thought it was a good idea to scare him. I imagine he regrets that decision now."

[yamikuronue]

Gabe groans again, but the glare ceases. "I hope so. How does the photo album come into this?"

[accalia]

"Proving that Vic didn't do something Giovanni's daughter said he did. I had her permission for that."

[yamikuronue]

Gabe frowns, puzzling this over, then pales. "Shit, he messed around with the boss' daughter? Or was accused of it?"

[accalia]

"She said he threatened to rape her, or something to that effect. Wasn't what happened though. and now Giovanni knows it. I imagine his daughter's pretty pissed though."

[yamikuronue]

Gabe nods. "No wonder she was concerned... I only heard that she was kicked out of the Family, but not why. And that letter... She was saying goodbye."

[accalia]

"Yeah, well I don't abandon family. If he runs, I'll follow."

[yamikuronue]

"Good." says Gabe. "I wish I'd been home. I would have stopped her from leaving."

[accalia]

"She does seem to..." Tony breaks off as the door handle rattles softly, saving Tony from admitting that Vic does love to cause drama.

[yamikuronue]

"Alright, bread has been obtained," she calls, as she pulls the front door shut behind her. She heads for the kitchen, where Gabe flashes her a strained smile as she stops in the doorway.

"Hello, sister. Where have you been?"

Immediately, she get a cagey look on her face. "Out."

[accalia]

"And he just got here too... Can't he stay long enough for a cup of coffee at least?" Tony asks.

[yamikuronue]

Gabe rubs at his temples. "We were worried about you," he says, softly. "That letter... do you really feel that way?"

She shifts from one foot to the other, not meeting his eyes. He sighs again. "Vic... even if you can't work, which is debatable, we still want you around. We still love you. Not just the money -- you."