blood on your hands

Alessandra Donatelli. Medic for The Family. Thirty.

[staincdvermillion]

the night had hardly been an early one. but when alessandra had sent the message wondering where he was. what he was doing. and who he was with. luciano had understood the underlying words. and he'd retired for the evening, to the comforts of his own bed while he'd waited for her to show up. he hadn't needed to let her in, for she'd always had a key to his place. each and every one of them. and when she'd climbed into his bed, he'd welcomed her into his arms. nestled her against him, as he allowed the need for sleep to pull him under. he'd been nearly there, when her words pulled him from its depths. something about snoring, and he offered a soft huff of a laugh. all while his arms tightened around her, drawing her ever closer to him. he forced himself to shake off the clutches of rest, focused his mind on what she asked of him. " something about my day, " he repeated, while he searched for something of value. " i met with an investor. i'm thinking about expanding el despertar. "

[alessandradonatelli]

Lucky's home was almost as much her home as it was his. Just like her home was his too. They always had blended together, and there was a comfort in that familiarity. It was the same comfort that had led her to his bed tonight instead of the empty home that felt larger and quieter than it usually did. Alessandra had locked the door behind her when she entered, easily shedding her bag and coat and shorts before sliding into the familiar bed. Sleep had already started to pull Lucky under and she should have been following him but her mind wouldn't quiet. She nestled deeper into his arms, smiling as his words almost slurred with sleep. "Really? That's great news! Definitely board member worthy." She teased in the dark. "Thinking about a second location then?"

[nicocaravelli]

"The deal your father arranged." he answered simply, knowing that would clue Alessandra up practically on the instant. Strengthening The Family's tie to Echo with a marriage had always been stupid in his book, it was one he didn't agree with, and whilst he wanted it off of the table because he knew there were better ways to connect the two organisations, he wanted to also hear for himself what Alessandra thought. He had already touched on his thoughts with Giada - telling her to take it to the board, yet either way the only person he deemed fit enough to sway his opinions mildly was the woman now sitting across from him. Nico didn't want to control her life, he also wanted her to know that if she was uncomfortable with it, it was gone.

"Briefly touched on it with your sister - I'd like to know what you think. I'll be honest, forcing you to marry for the good of The Family is outdated, it doesn't have my support. That doesn't mean it won't," he thought to mention just in case this was something she wanted, "-- where do you stand with it?" it was her life, after all.

[alessandradonatelli]

So this wasn't about the vote, or well lack of a vote, like she had expected. Alessandra was actually kind of grateful as she hadn't wanted to be pulled into any of it. She'd choose her sister every time, even if she didn't want to have an all out revolution. "Oh." She simply spoke, understanding settling on her features. Part of Alessandra expected him to ask her why it hadn't happened yet, or why no engagement was announced or any sign that she had even spoke to Eren. Since her father had told her about, saying it had Enzo's approval of course, it had simply stalled. Her own rebellious trip to Brazil to process the marriage news, then her father's disappearance and death had stalled things and now she and Eren were faced with finally getting their acts in order.

But she certainly didn't expect Nico to ask her if she wanted this. Was this some kind of test? Her brows knit together delicately as she tried to figure out what the best answer was. It was kind of surprising to hear he didn't like the idea, since she knew his own father and the previous Don had been behind it. But maybe that was part of the test? "I'm going to go through with it." Alessandra assured him. "I know my dad is gone, but I'll still hold up my end."

[cfrecklcss]

closed starter for @alessandradonatelli location: rosa bianca

The one who was the most screwed up was Alessandra. It wasn't until their first meeting that Eren realized she'd been kept in the dark while her father was negotiating the terms of their deal; the one he'd proposed in the first place. One which Eren still found unreal he'd agreed to.

He'd picked rather neutral ground for this meeting. One, which even put him at a disadvantage. Not used to all the elegance and sophistication, Eren felt out of place while sitting at the table in a more secluded area of the restaurant with a glass of red wine in one hand, which he'd prefer to be a beer or whiskey on the rocks. But curious looks was the last thing he wanted right now. There were going to be one inevitable ones anyway. "I'm glad you came." He offered a polite smile, standing up to greet the woman.

[alessandradonatelli]

Alessandra was glad he had offered to meet her at a place that was familiar to her, and on her territory. Though she was still nervous. The last time she had met the man had been when her father told her she was to marry the man and she had responded... not well. Alessandra still thought of that trip to Brazil with shame. Maybe if she hadn't flown off like that like a brat her father would still be alive.

This whole arrangement had been stalled long enough, and Alessandra knew that they had to finally bite the bullet. So, she pushed through the doors and told the woman at the front who she was meeting. As she was led to the table, she steeled herself for this conversation and smiled politely as she stood before him, unsure if she should hug him or shake his hand. "Of course. Thanks for coming too." Alessandra nodded, knowing this had to be as hard for him as it was for her. "I'm glad we can do this."

[emildelcastillo]

It had been a long while since Emiliano had been to one of what used to be their spots back in the day, where they'd bond over their jobs or simply drank too much to care about anything. It was never the same between them after Emil had became more active with the organization they both worked on, his drive and natural need to want more getting in the way of what once had been a friendship.

Given what happened during the vote that never happened, Emil was almost on a recon mission without even realizing it. Aware that now that he had stepped up more, it came with more responsibilities. Rolling his eyes at Ale's words, he joked, "Do you know how easy it'd be for me to make a 'your mom' joke out of that?" His tone was teasing despite the lack of humor in his face, typical for him, while he stood over her, eyes moving up at the sky. "How many planes have you counted so far?"

[alessandradonatelli]

Alessandra truthfully hadn't expected Emil to show up here. Not when they hadn't shared this spot in quite some time and certainly not since they drifted apart due to the fight. But yet, here was Emil somehow ending up in the same spot as she had randomly decided to come to tonight. Part of her couldn't help but wonder if he had often come here without her since the last time they shared the space.

Pushing herself up on her elbows, Alessandra shot Emil a look over her shoulder. "That doesn't sound like the password. Not sure I can let you in without it." Had he forgotten it? Still, she reached for one of the beers still in the case and held it up for him. "Twelve so far." Alessandra responded and laid back down once he took the beer from her. Her gaze traveled back up to the sky as she waited for him to join her - she wanted him to make the first move as it couldn't just be a coincidence he was here.

[staincdvermillion]

the moments slipped by, and dominic remained standing within the hospital. a fact that grated on his nerves. or perhaps, it was the headache that still pounding within his head. the one spurred on by the vicious hit he'd taken to the back of the head. but there was matters to attend to. he needed to speak with esra, see where the network stood. see what damage control could be done before the fire they were dealing with turned into a city wide blaze. " don't discredit me so easily. " teased words, as he remained where he stood. staring down at the woman that now possessed the greatest obstacle for him. " can you now? does it not go against the hippocratic oath to tease a patient like this? " he mused, though he had no intention of allowing her to do such a thing. well, certainly not in the hospital. " oh, and what sort of deal might that be? "

[alessandradonatelli]

Alessandra knew he was a busy man, and with the events of the yacht she knew he had quite a few messes to clean up. She wasn't trying to keep him in here just for fun, but the last thing she needed was him passing out when he was still a fall risk and hitting his head and making something that was manageable and that would go away a whole lot worse. He needed to be kept under observation for just a little longer. "Despite what you want to think, you still are human and you are right now a fall risk." Alessandra wasn't going to let him charm his way out of this one. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she stepped nearer, looking up into his gaze as she stopped just short of him. "It doesn't go against the hippocratic oath if I don't hurt you and if it's for your own good." It wasn't quite that simple, but he didn't need to know that. "Besides I'm sure I've teased you worse before than threatening to handcuff you to the bed." She knew what he was trying to do, and she was going to meet him at his own game. "If you stay for three hours longer under observation I'll get you whatever you need. A laptop? Whatever, you need but stay here just a little longer until I feel better that you won't pass out as soon as you walk out of here."

[nicocaravelli]

@bloodnglorystart location: summit tower.

A few days had passed since his official takeover - since he had gotten the attention of the masked player on their board, and Nico was right where he wanted to be. Admittedly the growing thought of The Hollow having somebody on the inside feeding them information was strong, predominant enough for Nico to have already directed Sullivan to sweep the boardroom for bugs, an action that developed into the office he sat in being turned upside down. It was spiralled from paranoia, yet the paranoid survived and Nico wasn't leaving anything to chance.

Still, every step of progression he had taken prior to May 5th (and ones that continued) were thought out in meticulous precision, and because of the reception he had already predetermined he was allowing a silent grace period for those within The Family. It stretched across the entire board to give one opportunity to approach, letting whoever that decided to walk through the open doors to his office a single chance to speak their mind - because once it ended? He wouldn't give it the time of day.

Nico was sat behind his desk, currently in the process of confirming the funeral arrangements for his father. Whilst Enzo Barone was, undoubtedly, the biggest piece of shit to ever walk the earth, they had to stick to the upkeep of appearances and give him a send off he didn't deserve. It was, however, easy for Nico to disassociate from, run on autopilot, and get it done before he finished his cappuccino. The only - on the grand scheme of things - thorn in his side was his own mother, she was the sole reason his phone was continuously flashing. There was something funny about him having to step up and be even more of a caretaker for her now, especially when he had never had such affection from her. Cry him a river, however, because he couldn't.

He glanced up to the figure that approached past the threshold, there's no warming indication of a greeting as he stayed silent for a beat, if anything all there was, was the continuation of him eating the blueberries that filled the small punnet before him. "You can sit -- the chair's not gonna bite."

[alessandradonatelli]

Alessandra had never set foot in this office before. Hell, she'd never even set foot on this floor of Summit Towers before. Why should she? What reason did she have to go to the Don's office as a medic when Enzo ruled over them all? And to tell the truth, Alessandra had been glad. Anyone could see the man was a cruel one from a mile away, but being among the founding family members meant she had witnessed and heard the stories of what went on behind the closed doors to those who shared his last name. But no one had been able to do anything about it for they all knew they'd have a bullet in them if they tried.

But now that man was gone, and his son had stepped up into the role of Don adding yet another Barone to the long line of Barones who held that title, though of course there had been others from the other families to break it up now and again. There had been a time not too long ago Alessandra had tried to imagine what it would have been like had it been her sister in that chair now occupied by the eldest Barone, but that had been snatched away.

Was that what this was about? The vote, or well lack there of as Nico took the title by force? She'd been in the room that day and had watched him seized it, had seen her sister touch the gun before leaving. Was Nico tying up lose ends with the Donatellis? Alessandra might be kind of miffed on behalf of her sister, but she wasn't about to throw a revolution or anything.

She paused by the chair, studying him before she finally sank into the chair opposite his desk. "You, uh, summoned me?" Alessandra finally spoke when it became clear he wasn't going to start. This was all new territory for her. "So um, what is this about? What did you want to see me about?"

[alessandradonatelli]

WHO: Giada Donatelli @giadaxoxo LOCATION: Giada's place

Alessandra was waiting for her sister to say something as she sat on her couch and watched her oldest sister. The new Don and the way he had seized power instead of waiting for any kind of vote was hanging heavy over all of them, especially since Alessandra felt like the only one who was any real competition was the woman sitting across from her. Reaching forward, Alessandra refilled her own glass and topped her sister's glass off again. She had been called over for dinner earlier and though the conversation had flowed easily then, Alessandra could see that something heavier was weighing on her sister's mind and she had a few guesses. As the silence stretched between them, Alessandra bit her lip before finally pushing out a stream of air in a sigh. "Okay, what is it?" She finally broke the silence. "You want to say something, Gi, so... what is it?"

[alessandradonatelli]

WHO: Lucky de la Cruz @staincdvermillion LOCATION: Lucky's place

Alessandra nestled deeper into the covers and into Lucky's warmth, her fingers mindlessly tracing the lines of his palm as she tried to still the running thoughts in her mind. It wasn't uncommon for Alessandra to feel like her place was too quiet and to show up to Lucky's home and let herself in with her own key and either join him or wait for him to return. Tonight, he had already been in bed though it was hardly early and she had slipped right in. "You're snoring again." She murmured in the dark room, knowing he was hanging on the balance of sleep. But she couldn't still her mind and she was about to make that his problem. Everything seemed to be moving too fast but also hanging precariously on the edge. Her own sister had been insulted, there was her looming engagement, the fire at the trailer park, the whispers she heard that Nico didn't want her marriage, and so much more. "I can't sleep." She finally sighed, closing her fingers around his palm and wanting desperately something else to focus on. "Tell me something about your day."

[alessandradonatelli]

WHO: Ty Hatch @tysonhatch LOCATION: A neutral bar

When Alessandra saw him across the bar she almost did a double take. With everything going on it'd been a while since she had seen the other at the hospital and given the state of everything she was not surprised she hadn't received any messages to help out with some injury like she used to. She paused, hovering by the bar with her own beer and weighed the options of approaching him. Of course Alessandra had heard about the fire, and the names of the victims had come out. Hatch... the name matched his and she had heard she was his sister. In any other circumstance, Alessandra wouldn't have hesitated approaching him to give her sympathies, but with the rumors about who was behind the fire she wasn't sure if her sympathies would be welcomed. Eventually the urge to at the very least give her condolences even if he turned away won out and she approached slowly. "Ty?" She spoke, her voice steady. "I uh... I heard about your sister's passing. I wanted to offer my condolences." Alessandra made no move to sit down on the stool next to him, at least not until he showed any sign of if he wanted her there or not.

[alessandradonatelli]

WHO: Emil de la Cruz @emilianodelacruz LOCATION: A rooftop

Alessandra hadn't been up here in a while, but this had been one of the places she used to meet Emil when they wanted to hang out somewhere that was quiet and in public. She just wanted a chance to get away, to get away from her sister, from the others on the board, from those singing praises of Nico's reign and those whispering of taking over from the man who had now put them all in free fall. Things were bad and only getting worse and though her last name brought her in the conversation, her position kept her truly out of it. She just felt more and more like a pawn with every passing day. Taking the last swig of a beer, she set the empty bottle back in the pack and took out another one popping the cap off and laying on her back to look up at the stars. Or more likely planes, but there were some stars that shone through the light pollution. She heard the footsteps, but didn't bother sitting up. "What's the password?"

[tomhatch]

“Knocked ou—” The words barely made it past his lips before a bolt of pain lit up his jaw, cutting him off mid-sentence. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to steady himself, piece together what the hell had landed him flat on his back this time. He’d had blackouts before — bad ones, even — but nothing that felt quite like this. Not this sharp, not this brutal. When he managed to open his eyes again, they locked onto hers. He didn’t dare move his head, just gave a stiff nod. “Feels like I got clocked with a fuckin’ sledgehammer,” he muttered, doing his best not to move his mouth too much. And then, slowly, it all started coming back in jagged flashes — the yacht party, that text, him and León, and the Kurtlar brute  they were told to take out. His stomach turned. Then came Alessandria’s voice, calm but serious, saying something about his jaw being dislocated and that she needed to pop it back in. “Yeah—okay. Okay. Just…” He paused, eyes flicking down to his pocket. “Can you grab my weed pen first? I’m not tryin’ to be sober for whatever hell that’s gonna feel like.”

[alessandradonatelli]

Alessandra worked quickly in the dim lighting, settling into a steady rhythm from her time at the hospital and working on anyone who needed her help as a medic. "You were in a fight." Alessandra told him, already telling from the way he winced and stared into the difference as if he was trying to recall it that he didn't actually remember what landed him on the floor. "You and someone else jumped another man. But he knocked you out pretty quickly. I think he slammed his head against you." She had heard the crack before the thud of his body, but she wasn't sure how the other man was still standing and ok. But Tommy was in the worst shape and therefore Alessandra was more focused on him. Her gaze left his but followed it down to his pocket where she slipped her hand in and pulled out the pen. It wasn't the best solution, but it would at least dull his pain some, even if she didn't recommend him using it too much after. The last thing she wanted was him injuring himself again because he was too out of it. "Fine, but then stop talking, okay? It's going to hurt, but you'll thank me later. You need your jaw back in place." Alessandra pressed the pen into his hands, giving him a gentle squeeze before her fingers moved back to his head and started feeling for any other bumps, scrapes or injuries.

[staincdvermillion]

there had been an uncertainty, to whether her words held any truth. the pain still radiated, his vision still a mess. but he otherwise felt fine. clearly able to lift himself from his bed, to return into his own clothes. without the added assistance of anyone else, nurses included. " perhaps it was you that hit your head then, hm ? " he questioned. if only because he was already tired of this conversation. dominic did not have time to worry over whether he'd be able to stand on his own two feet for more than ten minutes. or if he risked the potential of passing out again. there had been a direct hit upon the network's yacht, at their own party. and that required his complete focus, lest they find themselves on the shit list of her own organization. " alessandra , " her name was spoken with ease, yet his tone held an edge. " as much as i do enjoy your concern over my wellbeing, i do not plan to stay in this hospital. i have matters that need to be taken care of, ones that cannot be handled from a hospital room . " he straightened, even as his head throbbed. " now, unless you plan to manhandle me into that room. which, i wouldn't necessarily be opposed to. you can tell me whatever it is i need to know about ensuring that i do not pass out again . "

[alessandradonatelli]

Alessandra could all but read his mind about what he was thinking. He was practically itching to get out of this room, and while Alessandra couldn't blame him with the events of the yacht, the last thing she wanted was him showing up here again after falling and hitting his head. Perhaps doing more damage than he had already. Yes, the Network had taken quite a hit and had quite a mess to clean up. "You'd be no good to the Network if you pass out again." Alessandra pointed out as she stood her ground in front of him. Her eyes flickered to the bed behind him, unable to stop the small tug of her lips into a smile. "Don't tempt me, I am thinking that's more and more of a good idea." Her gaze flickered back to his. "I can restrain you to the bed, you know." But she knew he wasn't going to listen to her, just as she knew his head had to be pounding and in a great deal of pain and the idiot was still trying to walk out of here. "Look, what if we make some kind of deal?"

[alessandradonatelli]

WHO: Giada Donatelli @giadaxoxo LOCATION: Giada's place

"Are you ready for the vote?" Alessandra asked her sister as she settled up on her sister's kitchen counter as she watched her cook. It was coming up soon and just knowing the politics of everyone else on the board right now, Giada and Nico were really the only two viable candidates. She poured herself another glass of wine taken out of the wine cellar and topped off her sister's glass. While she knew who she and Sirena would vote for, and she could guess Lucky's vote, she wasn't sure who else was for sure in her sister's pocket. "What are you going to do if he wins?" Alessandra asked over the rim of her wine glass.

[giadaxoxo]

"Oh honey, if he wins, he wins, and we'll learn just how many stunads there are in this organization." Giada told her sister simply as she looked up from the marinara sauce she had been expertly crafting. Because it was in fact that simple, and anyone who had been paying attention would have known. Known that Giada wasn't spoon fed the crown, or groomed to believe the empire would all be hers one day. She had to earn her stripes not just within the organization, but from her own father, and that's what made her the right choice, and it's also what made her dangerous.

"In all seriousness though, I just ask for a fair vote." Giada added as she went about her cooking. She cupped her hand beneath a wooden spoon and gently blew on the sauce before bringing it over to Alessandra to taste. "Plus, mi amore, I've been playing this game for a long, long time now, and if there is one thing I know for sure, it's that every head of The Family has a neck..."

Her pause was deliberate, a knowing smirk playing at her burgundy pout as she outstretched her hand and hinted at her contingency plan should odds not fall in her favor. "...and the neck not only supports the head, but can turn it any way she wants. Remember that."

[alessandradonatelli]

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[alessandradonatelli]

WHO: Giada Donatelli @giadaxoxo LOCATION: Giada's place

"Are you ready for the vote?" Alessandra asked her sister as she settled up on her sister's kitchen counter as she watched her cook. It was coming up soon and just knowing the politics of everyone else on the board right now, Giada and Nico were really the only two viable candidates. She poured herself another glass of wine taken out of the wine cellar and topped off her sister's glass. While she knew who she and Sirena would vote for, and she could guess Lucky's vote, she wasn't sure who else was for sure in her sister's pocket. "What are you going to do if he wins?" Alessandra asked over the rim of her wine glass.

[tomhatch]

His eyes snapped open, confusion slamming into him like a truck. Everything was too fucking bright. His head throbbed, his jaw felt like it’d been pried off and reattached wrong, and he had no clue where he was. “What the—” He tried to sit up, but pain ripped through his skull and down his neck, sending him flat again with a groan. He licked the moisture pooling from his lips – copper. That was the first real thing he could taste; blood and pennies. He tried to speak through the stiffness in his jaw, but it came out slurred. “Ow—shit. Fuck. My—” His breath started to quicken, panic clawing its way up his throat as his eyes darted past the light, landing on the woman now kneeling beside him. “Uh—are you—” He blinked hard, like that would somehow bring the world back into focus. “—am I dying?” Sincere question. Zero sarcasm. He didn’t even think he was being dramatic.

[alessandradonatelli]

At least he was conscious. That was a good sign as the beating he had gone through was intense and if it had knocked him out cold she'd be more worried. She expected him to be a bit disoriented, so her hands went to his shoulders, gently pinning him down so he wouldn't hurt himself further. "Shh, it's okay." She tried to soothe him as she continued her inspection of him. "You were knocked out, but it's okay. I'm going to take care of you." She tried to give a reassuring smile in the dark room. But as he asked if he was dying, she let out a soft breathy laugh. "No, you're very much alive. And you aren't dying. At least not on my watch." As her fingers deftly passed over his head she felt his jaw and swallowed. Definately dislocated. And now that he was awake this was going to hurt so much more to get it set back right. But she had to do it, it'd do him more harm to put it off. "Your jaw is dislocated. I'm going to have to put it back in place.. and it's going to hurt."

[staincdvermillion]

FEATURING    ›     dominic & alessandra ( @alessandradonatelli ) LOCATED AT    ›     the hospital

" your concern for me is touching, really. but i won't be staying . " there had been no need for him to. the wound at the back of his head had been treated, patched up by the doctors. the tests had been run, no permanent damage. which meant that dominic had no further reason to remain within the hospital. sure, his head pounded from the brutal hit. and yes, the edges of his vision did swim at times. but the attack upon the network yacht, at the network party required his immediate attention. he needed to make certain that no blow back when come down on them. from the family, from the police; from any that had been aboard the ship at the time .

[alessandradonatelli]

"I saw you sway." Alessandra countered, her eyes narrowing as she inspecting the somehow still cocky man in front of her. Earlier during the party, when she'd seen someone escaping in his clothes, Alessandra had of course wondered what Dominic had to do with all of this. He couldn't possibly be working for the Hollow could he? Still she said nothing to the police when they questioned her. But it wasn't until Dominic was discovered later in one of the bedrooms knocked out in a different set of clothes that Alessandra put the two together. He'd just been another pawn. And now he was her patient - her patient who was trying to cut out before he was truly okay. "Answer me honestly, is your vision still swimming?" She questioned him, stepping in front of him and blocking the door. "The last thing I want or need is you passing out and hitting your head again."