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Chapter 7:

Masterlist.

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to update, I just convinced myself that the writing is bad so I change every detail from time to time :) anyway here it is.

Tomorrow I will upload extra scenes that I did not write in the chapters but that I liked. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: This chapter is a bit long. It contains the death of a close family member, scenes in a graveyard, and death, but nothing highly descriptive.

The tombstones that surrounded Gianna became more and more numerous as she advanced through the intricate stone path. The night before she had finally arrived in New York, staying at the first nearby hotel she could find. She really didn't want to see any of her family members without first visiting her brother's grave, a way of falling into the reality that he would no longer be waiting for her in her family home when she arrived. there. Thomas was in charge of buying her a ticket to the United States as soon as she found out when Campbell's work would take place, with the promise that when she arrived she would have more space than in the small house he had bought for her; because Arrow House was just days away from finishing its construction.

When Gianna finally visualized the place Michael described her brother's burial place, she walked right up to it.

Santino "Sonny" Corleone. Beloved father, husband, son and brother.

White roses were planted around her grave in symmetrical rows and several different types of flowers seemed to have been left there not long ago. Gianna bent down to place the bouquet of blue flowers (her brother's favorite color when they were children) along with the other bouquets and when she got up she took a few steps back smoothing her new black dress, the one she had bought. especially for this visit. She didn't have any all-black ensemble; She used to believe that having an outfit like this would call misfortune, of course it turned out to be a mistake.

She took a look at the other graves that surrounded her brother's and approached them, noticing that the vast majority no longer had flowers left and the dirt covered the tombstones in such a way that even the names were unrecognizable. It made her wonder who would leave her brother flowers the day everyone who knew and loved him was gone, who would remember her name, his stupid jokes and explosive temper.

It was painful to think that not even her son would remember him and that all he would know about him would only be what she and her mother told him, knowing him through other people's memories that would eventually come to their end.

Gianna heard footsteps behind her and surreptitiously reached into her small bag, where she kept her revolver. She turned around preparing for the worst, when she saw her brother standing just a few steps from her, both hands in her pockets, dressed in a black suit and a cold stare. That was the new Michael.

They both took steps towards each other at the same time and met halfway. Gianna's arms wrapped around her brother's torso as she rested her head on his chest, one hand of his cradling the back of her head, his fingers twining through her raven hair and the other hand gently stroking her back.

It is there where Gianna, finally and after so many months, she felt at home. Being in her brother's arms, while she listened to her heartbeat, was one of the few things she always knew she would miss. The fact that she was the youngest of all his siblings caused them to adopt a softer and more loving personality towards her; being her a great weakness that all the brothers shared.

As Gianna broke from her embrace, her brother's hands cupped her face, her thumbs wiping away the tears that had leaked from her green eyes. They both walked and stood together in front of the recent grave. Gianna's arm was entwined with Michael's and his head was resting on his shoulder as they both stared sadly at the carved name of her older brother.

The birds that sang happily in the surrounding trees seemed to mock the sad situation in which the Corleone brothers found themselves. At that moment, no words were shared between them, there was nothing that could be said that the other had not thought of. That was perhaps the most curious thing about the two Corleone brothers, a curiosity that only they themselves knew about; both possessed the same darkness.

Gianna was sweet and gentle with anyone who was the same way with her, bestowing nothing but kindness on anyone who deserved it. But she also loved fiercely, and with love always came loyalty. And there was no one she loved more than her family, her devotion to them exceeding many limits even when she didn't want it to be so. There are many occasions when, even when she was young, had to resort to direct action; taking the weapon that his father had hidden in the house to defend her family from small attacks that were organized against them; all this while the men were at war.

All those times where she killed in self-defense, then put away her father's gun once she was done and let the guards (who were supposed to protect them) take the credit; she wiped it off of her hands and sometimes her face the drops of blood that fell on her; neither of those times did she flinch or worry.

Gianna's hands were stained just like her father's and brothers', with the difference that they did not keep these acts a secret by pretending to be completely different people. But the small detail in this is that this way of being was not something that Gianna planned and certainly not something that she noticed as such. Inconsciously she used to responds to violence and attacks at the same way, acting quickly and whitout even flinching.

She used to forget such actions very easily, silently affirming that his family's protection during these attacks were reason enough to expel any sin, and waking up the following mornings as if nothing had happened.

Michael was as gentle as her, always joking with everyone, being respectful and chivalrous. But that had changed a lot, she could see it clearly. Her brother changed a lot after the death of Sonny and Apolonia, she understood it, but she also knew that his new traits; ambition and selfishness would lead him to nothing but bad decisions. Michael had the same loyalty to his family as always and that was the perfect justification for all the dark thoughts and premeditated actions that grew in him. They were innocent? Not at all, but Gianna knew as soon as she met his eyes, his eyes now empty and cold, that he would ruin himself.

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Gianna was now sitting in the passenger seat as Michael drove his Bugatti toward the family home. She was with the windows rolled down andher head resting on the door as she enjoyed the soft breeze of the wind on her face.

"How is your husband's business?" Michael asked, his gaze still straight ahead.

"He took over all of Sabini's brokers, legalized his business, and has connections to Churchill," Gianna replied in a monotone as she stuck her hand out the window and pretended to make wave shapes, her eyes still closed.

The connection to Churchill and his business was something of great interest to Michael; taking into account that now he had replaced his father's place in the family and the connections that his brother-in-law had were of high importance in future businesses that they planned to carry out "And married life?" I ask.

"Well, let's just say monogamy isn't part of it" she turned her head towards her brother and raised an eyebrow, they both laughed at that. None of them were really loyal to their mates, not even Michael, but how could he? Kay was not Apollonia…

"Your designs?" Michael asked in an attempt to steer the conversation and thus his thoughts in another direction. Gianna was the one who always sewed her outfits when they were younger; He used to leave the battered clothes on a kitchen chair while he attended to other business, and when he returned he would find his outfit in perfect condition and with a note from her telling him how much the thread had increased that week. When they grew up, there were no longer arrangements, but creations, since Gianna designed all the suits for the men in her family; being her father and hers Michael who wore them most proudly.

Gianna sighed, resting her head on the seat and her gaze was lost in the other cars that passed around her "I put it on hold at least for a while" she answered in a low voice. She really hadn't used one bit of her imagination since her brother died. Since his death, all she had done with herself was pace around her little house while she tried to figure out who had arranged her brother's death, all with the few crumbs Michael had given her over the phone. She certainly would never have imagined that Carlo was an accomplice, or well, that was at least what Michael believed.

Carlo was practically disliked by the entire Corleone family, except for Connie. Although Gianna's family was always involved in violent affairs, they all grew up seeing how her parents' relationship was moderately healthy; Carmela was a very submissive woman (a characteristic according to the time) who accepted everything her husband said and never meddled in matters that were not her concern, but despite that, her husband never hit her or spoke wrongly.

Vito Corleone raised all of his children with the teaching that there was nothing more important and of greater value than family; all members of it deserved due respect. That is why Gianna could not understand how her sister allowed herself to be beaten and deceived by who was supposed to love and respect her, after all that was what they swore in the eyes of God and both families.

Now, Gianna knew that her prejudices towards Connie and Carlo's relationship were a complete irony when she looked at what her relationship with Thomas was like; but the difference lay in that from the beginning they had agreed that their relationship was a mere agreement that is supposed to benefit both parties, exclusivity would not be part of their marriage.

"We're going to a charity dinner in a few weeks and Kay wants you to do some alterations to her dress" Michael commented as he parked the car outside the family residence.

"Do you think that's fair?" Gianna asked turning around completely towards him.

"What thing?" her brother asked.

"Kay…you don't love her" she answered softly.

Michael sighed and as Thomas always does with these types of conversations that surely end in some kind of mental release, he took a cigarette. He looked at his sister silently asking her permission to light it, an ancient custom. Gianna nodded and he turned it on as she spoke.

"You don't love the man you married either, Gianna, but you're not a child anymore and you have to stop living in your fantasy life and understand that there are certain things you can't help. Maybe we won't be highborn, sons of some important politician, but we have obligations to fulfill and we must carry them out; what we do are mere commercial agreements"

"At the expense of others? Hurting people who don't deserve it? Kay is a very good women Michael"

"Tell me what you're trying to get at because you know me too well to believe that i could hurt her" she said in an exasperating tone. For both brothers there was never an difficulty when it came to communication; even the looks were enough to understand each other, but Michael knew that the new lifestyle of both of them would surely bring difficulties in many situations and this was one of them. He really did not know where her sister wanted to go and did not have the time or patience for her typical words of calm and love, he was no longer the man who listened to her ramble for hours, happily answering all her questions.

"She will not accept the lifestyle or the man you will become once our father dies. What you need is someone like our mother, who will accompany you in this life without complaining when you are late due to your business and who accepted each of your decisions without complaining about them, someone truly loyal" he replied while moving his hands in an attempt to accentuate his words.

Michael's cigarette, which was lying between his fingers on the ashtray in his car, was going out little by little, because with those words her sister had taken all his attention.

"I need someone to take care of the family business once I die, I trust Kay and I know she will be a good mother to that someone" Michael replied in a dangerously low voice as he forced himself to remain calm.

Gianna laughed, biting her lip between her teeth as she shook her head "You've never been so stubborn, brother."

He gave her the same look of annoyance mixed with amusement "And you've never been so nosy, don't you dare judge my decisions"

At those words, the entire temper of her younger sister transformed. As if a button had been pressed, the young woman stood straighter and tilted her head to one side of her. Gianna, like her mother, enjoyed a certain respect within the family; Her siblings didn't tease her or insulted her like the Shelby siblings did with Ada.

Gianna took on many responsibilities from a very young age and was involved in making many important decisions within her family; who he was and what he did wouldn't be lost to his brother's outbursts. "Don't let your new position cloud your judgment Michael. I'm the only person looking out for you and not my own interests and as if that wasn't enough; the only person who will never betray you" the Bugatti suddenly felt smaller, both brothers giving each other hateful looks for the first time in their lives "My patience has a limit, don't test it" she finished with a grim voice before get off the car.

All Michael did was watch her walk away as he lit another cigarette.

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