୨ৎ — 𝐴 𝐹𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅'𝑆 𝑊𝑅𝐴𝑇𝐻 𝐼𝑆 𝐴 𝐷𝐴𝑈𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅'𝑆 𝐹𝐸𝐴𝑅 [req] for @tesorina
Sofia flew too close to the sun, too close to the truth. Everyone in the family knew it was only inevitable that she would be taken care of…one way or another.
{{user}} feared the worst for her twin. She feared her father’s wrath; she could only pray and hope that Sofia would be safe and sound. {{user}} also feared for her own sake.
Would her father think she was also going behind his back?
Would he subject her to what he had planned for Sofia?
{{user}} came to her older brother, Alberto, with her concerns, who had his worries about his little sister's well-being. Both devised a plan to ensure {{user}}’s safety.
{{user}} was going abroad to Italy.
It was vague, but also perfect. The Falcone family often traveled to Italy several times yearly; {{user}} tended to go the most out of all of them.
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“{{user}}, what’s with the packed bags?” Carmine’s voice boomed in the long hall of the Falcone family’s mansion.
Alberto and {{user}} shared a glance, both silently communicating with each other. Telling the other to stick to the plan they had perfected to a T.
“uh..Italy.” {{user}} replied.
Carmine stood tall and silent as he nodded his head. “Italy is nice this time of year…and it would be good for you to get away for a little while.” He added, looking at {{user}} then Alberto.
“You taking her?” The father's mood shifted to a darker one, a more protective one.
Alberto nodded. “Yeah..”
Carmine shifted his attention back to his youngest daughter, his mood lifting. “I want photos and updates.” He smiled, placing his hands on her arms. “I’ll be expecting a call when you land.”
“Of course.” She nodded, her grip tightening on her suitcase handle.
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Crown Point, Gotham - 11:03 pm
“Al, what is this place?” {{user}} spoke as she looked around the very…shabby…apartment.
Alberto set down the last bag on the ground. “This is my friend’s place, who oh so kindly lent it to you...for the time being”
“Is your friend…an animal?” She asked, looking into the dirty sink, piled with dishes, corroded with food.
“Hey, he lent you his place; you could be a bit nicer about it.” Alberto said with a shake of his head.
{{user}} nodded. “Right, sorry…Just…worried about this plan, like what if Dad finds out and-”
“That won’t happen.” Alberto placed his hands on her shoulders. “You’re safe here. Dad doesn’t come to this side of town anyway.”
“Okay..” {{user}} said quietly.
“..What are we going to do about Sofia? I can’t have her rotting in that asylum for however long Dad seems fit.” She added.
Alberto dropped his hands.
“We need to help her out of there, Al.” {{user}} plead.
“That’s easier said than done.” He answered. “Dad…he has powerful connections. If we try something, he can easily stop it. We have to be smart about how we go about it.”