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Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 11, 2011 19:55:36 GMT -5
Vittoria was a bit taken a back when Pavi pressed his masks lips to the back of her hand. Then it hit her, he didn't know who she was, and he was flirting with her.
Vittoria had spent a good chunk of her life surrounded by nothing but females. Her mother, her grandmother and class mates at an all girl school. The only male in her life was her grandfather, who made damn sure that he was the only male in her life by scaring off any teenage boys with a variety of weapons and some thinly veiled threats. "Of course the first guy who flirts with me would be related to me." She thought irratabley unsure what to say or even what to do next.
"Si," She said looking up at her elder brother through her thick dark lashes. A small smile came to her mouth as she had an absolutely wicked idea form in her mind. If Pavi didn't know that she was his sister she could use this moment and his ignorance to manipulate him. Possibly even black mail him for future endevors and plans. As she guessed he would not want anyone to know that he had seduced his younger underaged sister.
"That-a would be nice." she said in an innocent/shy voice. Hoping to play up the innocent school girl angle and have Pavi drop his defenses. Not that that appeared to be all that difficult.
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 17, 2011 10:03:16 GMT -5
"Then-a follow me," Pavi smirked, gently taking the girl's arm to lead her around the manor. Dinner could wait for a moment, couldn't it? Especially when an attractive girl such as this was around. Completely unaware though he was that Vittoria was actually his sister, the older Largo took notice of her dark hair and thick accent. Italian, just like his family...perhaps a bit too like his family?
Shrugging it off, Paviche proceeded to show the girl around. "Here is-a the lobby, as you've-a probably noticed. And here is-a the parlor, though it is just-a for show. None of-a us ever bother with-a it." He pointed out various stops along the way, revealing just a tidbit of personal information about each room. The Largos never bothered with the parlor; it had just been put in for the newspapers to photograph for a "family" look. That was true for most of the first floor of the home, and Pavi seemed to have no problem saying so.
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Post by Lucretzia Largo on Sept 17, 2011 16:32:39 GMT -5
Lucretzia was putting the last touches on the caprese placing the slices of mozzerella on each slice of tomatoe and then a slice of basil drizzling each slice with a bit of warmed olive oil and sprinkling finely ground pepper on top. then putting a large olive ontop.
Just as she was finishing up with the caprese the oven timer went off, signling that the lasgna was finshed. Lucretzia hurried over to the over placing a pair of pot holder gloves on and took it out carefully letting it cool on the stove top. "Ora, per iniziare il dolce." She muttered to herself. Wondering what would be quick and easy.
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Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 17, 2011 23:46:21 GMT -5
Vittoria allowed Pavi to lead her around, noting that when he thought she wasn't looking he'd glance up and down at her body. If he hadn't served a purpose at that moment Vittoria would've broken his jaw for daring to leer at her. But being as it was she would allow it...for now.
As he lead her through the first floor Vittoria could tell that all these various rooms were not lived in. For starters, she noted, the floors were not worn at all. Infact the carpets looked almost new. And secondly there were no personal items laying about either, even exceptionaly rich people were apt to leave a jacket laying over a chair or a magazine laying out on the table.
Toria nodded at that. "So, none of the-a press has-a seen where-a you and your family really live?" She asked innocently hoping to garner some grain of knowledge about how the Largo family worked. Obviously the were concerned on how things appeared to others while hiding their own monsterous selved deep down inside. She had that in common with her brothes and sister at least. Infact you could almost say that she had perfected it.
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Post by Lucretzia Largo on Oct 6, 2011 15:56:25 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." Lucretzia thought to herself quietly going through the cupboards. She grabbed this and that and quickly got to work, she hoped she had enough time to get it all together. She was just lucky she had many many of her mothers and grandmothers recipies commited to memory. This dessert she would be fixing for her family was one of her grandmothers favorites, and was passed down from generation to generation. So there would be a little bit of family history along with their meal.
In a small bowl she whisked together sugar and eggs, poured milk with a bit of lemon zest into a pot and set it on the stove. While she was waiting for it to stat boiling she set a large chunk of chocolate in a double boiler and gently stirred it. As soon as the milk started to boil she added the egg and sugar mixture to it. Stirring until it was a thick cream.
Lucretzia then started cutting a sponge cake into five sections than cut those five sections into smaller and smaller sections. She placed the first of the sections into small clear glass bowls, and poured a little bit of raspeberry wine onto the cake so that it would soak it up. Quickly she hurried over to the now melted chocolate and drizzled a table spoon of chocolate over each piece of cake, than did a dollap of the cream, followed by another piece of cake and wine. She repeated this process until all of the cake was in each glass. Lucretzia let out a satisfied sigh and took a look at the meal before her. At least that much of their family dinner was finished. She looked down at herself and blushed, she was a mess! "You." She said poking her head out and pointing at a passing butler. "Make-a sure this-a food stays warm and-a fresh while I-a go freshen up."
That said Lucretzia hurried to her room (or rooms) and got ready jumping into the shower and scrubbing the dried food from under her nails and arms. She smiled to herself as she washed, tonight would be wonderful, she though, tonight would be their first step into becoming a family again. As she washed out the conditoner from her hair Lucretzia began to sing a lullabye she had song to each of her children when they were still young enouch to sleep in their cribs. "Stella stellina la notte si avvicina: la fiamma traballa, la mucca é nella stalla. la pecora e l'agnello, la vacca col vitello, la chioccia coi pulcini, la gatta coi gattini; e tutti fan la nanna nel cuore della mamma!"
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Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 7, 2011 20:59:55 GMT -5
"Not-a really, no," Pavi shrugged, smiling down at the younger girl. "We don't-a exactly like unwelcome guests-a looking into our-a lives, you know." True, the young Largo did enjoy the spotlight a little, and its nice benefits, but there was a distinction between personal life and public life. Even Pavi wasn't willing to cross it.
At last, they'd reached the upper floors of the mansion, Pavi flirting and leering the entire way up. "You know...you are a very lovely young-a lady," he mentioned, his steps moving a bit slower as he spoke. The chambers they'd reached were far more private looking now; much different than the "for show" rooms down below that he'd shown her. These were obviously the more private chambers of the household, and now, with dinner long forgotten in his mind, Pavi wanted to gently ease into his real intentions with the girl.
"Would-a you like to see a bit-a more of-a our home?" he smiled sultrily, walking a bit closer to her as well. "Perhaps-a some of our more...private rooms?" He at last stopped in front of a door, gesturing his hand towards what was obviously a bedroom. Dinner could wait, because it seemed at the moment that "little Pavi" was far more in control.
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Post by Vittoria Largo on Oct 7, 2011 21:58:38 GMT -5
Vittoria glanced around, there wasn't much differance between this and the 'show rooms' downstairs. That was one very large clue to what type of people the Largo's where, that despite the fact that they all lived together and that the children had lived at home their entire lives none of them were close. There were no family photo's on the wall, nor any albums in any of the book shelves. She would be suprised if they kept any memento's of their father around either, not that she blamed them.
As he complemented her Vittoria noticed something at that moment that blocked her older brothers flirtatious words out of her mind, her mothers singing. It seemed to be coming from a room down the hall, which meant her mother was taking a shower and getting ready and might be coming out at anytime, and then all of Vittoria's plans would be ruined!(Not to mention the woman might have a heart attack seeing the way Pavi was acting towards her.)
"Si," Vittoria said quickly, not realizing the implications that were in Pavi's tone and body language. She just wanted to get out of the hallway and out of her mothers line of vision right then and there. "That-a would be intresting Signore Largo."
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Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 7, 2011 22:09:24 GMT -5
Pavi's smirk grew wider, his eyes more narrowed at the girl's confirmation of his request. Perfetto. "Then I will-a show you the way," he smiled, opening the door to the room he'd gestured at. He too could hear his mother's singing at that moment, though he did his best to conceal the tiny pang of guilt he'd felt at the reminder that she was now there to watch over them, and that she would no doubt disapprove of what he was trying to do.(Though the reasons for her disapproval ran deeper than Pavi understood.)
As he stepped into the bedroom, leading the girl by the arm as he walked, Pavi flicked on a dim light, illuminating the contents of the rather large room. It resembled a hotel suite, with perfectly clean surroundings and crisply folded bed sheets inside. The carpet was like red velvet, a perfect contrast to the light beige color of the bed and most of the furniture. It was Pavi's bachelor-like style, and it suited him. Stepping further inside, he led Vittoria to a chair beside the large bed, sitting down on the edge of the seats himself as he gestured for her to take a seat.
"Do you like it?" He asked innocently, gesturing around the room as though it were a normal thing, bringing an underaged girl into his master bedroom. Which, in all honesty...it sort've was.
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Post by Vittoria Largo on Oct 7, 2011 22:46:42 GMT -5
Vittoria looked around, it was more tasteful than she expected. Considring Pavi's flamboyant and rather garish personality (as well as his various sexual kinks and face stealing) she had expected quiet frankly sex toys every where, loud colors and possibly a wall of stolen lady faces. But this was....tasteful and clean. Though she just knew under the surface that's what she would find. "Yes." Vittoria said taking a seat and crossing one leg over her knee. "Did you-a pick most of-a it out yourself?"
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Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 7, 2011 23:11:54 GMT -5
Pavi leaned forward, his chin resting in his hand as he listened to her speak. He was unable to help but smile to himself as she spoke, noticing the thick accent in her voice once again. It was cute...almost sexy, for someone as young as she. Then again, it was Italian. Anything was sexy in Italian, at least to Pavi.
"Most-a of it," he nodded, still wearing the same flirtatious smirk. It was rare that his ways of seduction required this much talking; strangely enough, he was enjoying it, as most of his lovers weren't too interested in talk. "I received some advice-a from a decorator or two." Which I afterwards fucked, he added mentally, smirking a little more at his source of payment to the women - or had it been men? - that had helped to decorate his room.
Little else was in the room besides the bed and furniture, aside from a boudoir that was covered in various boxes filled with makeup, jewelry, as well as a few of his faces hung on small hooks. The look of the room hadn't really been a big deal to the Largo, as his lights were usually off and the whoever he was with didn't really care so much about what it looked like. It was all about creating the proper atmosphere.
"You-a know, it isn't-a usual that I allow-a someone into my quarters," Pavi lied, reaching over and gently putting a hand on the girl's leg. "But in-a this-a case, I thought-a that I could-a make an exception for such an attractive-a girl."
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Post by Vittoria Largo on Oct 8, 2011 18:32:03 GMT -5
Vittoria kept herself still when Pavi put his hand on her leg, though she wanted to jump back at the sudden contact. She wasn't sure what exactly she should do, not only because she wanted to keep the charade of being just some girl instead of his sister going (for blackmail purposes) but also because Vittoria did not like being touched nor was used to it.
Though she would put up with a little bit of discomfort if it meant reaching her goal. She thought for a second or two what to say, what would be the best way to manipulate Pavi without him realizing what she was doing. (Not that he'd be smart enough to realize it anyway.)
"No, I'm-a not." Vittoria said shaking her head and looking him inthe eyes, deciding it would be best to tell parital truths. "I've-a never had-a boyfriend, been on a date or been kissed."
All of the above was true, but mostly because A) most of the boys who met her quickly learned to be afraid of her and B) she didn't want a boyfriend or love life. Not that Pavi needed to know any of this...yet.
Vittoria had to keep herself from cracking up at the thought of the look on his face when she told him who she was, she also wondered how far she should take this. If she wanted to extra cruel (and not a virgin) she possibly would've slept with Pavi, then told him.
But being as it was, she wasn't going to do that. Not because she was saving herself for the 'one' or any other sentimental crap, but simply because she was terrified of STD's or getting knocked up. "What-a makes you think I'm attractive any way?"
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Post by Lucretzia Largo on Oct 12, 2011 22:26:39 GMT -5
Lucretzia finished up in the shower, blissfully unaware of what was going on just a few rooms down the hall. She sat at the very large vanity mirror and began to put on her makeup and do her hair. Nothing fancy, after all it was only a family dinner. Although, that didn't mean Lucretzia was going to dress badly or just not do her hair correctly. Rather it meant she wouldn't be wearing anything but the simplest of jewlery and clothes with no frills, glitz, or was in any way shape or form clingly or showed of any skin.
Lucretzia looked at herself in the mirror and made a note to go see a Surgene soon about her crows feet, and get an appointment to get her roots done again, a few gray hairs were showing up. She sighed and began to slather on moisturizer before applying a concealer and powder foundation. She smiled though, recalling how family dinner's used to be when she was still with them. It would be just her and her children eating together and sharing their day, Luigi on her right side, Pavi on her left, Carmella next to Luigi. Rotti, as usual, was working and only met his family for dinner when they were out in public.
She wiped a tear away, wondering who ate with her children while she was away. Who made sure they were eating properly and getting enough food? A Nanny probally (at least when they were young) who only so raising them as a job rather than a previlage.
"Rotti." She thought angirly. "I hope you're burning in Hell for taking my childrens childhood from me. I should've been the one to cook for them, to help them with homework, to help them with scraped knees and other problems. Not some woman who was on the clock!"
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Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 13, 2011 22:52:04 GMT -5
Pavi smiled at the false shyness the girl was displaying, blissfully unaware of the game that Vittoria was actually playing. He had her now, or so he thought. A few more sweet words, and he knew that she'd be willing to do anything for him. And, if not, there was always the alternative.
He could take it from her anyway.
She wasn't too strong looking, and rather short in comparison to himself. Even now, as Pavi was ogling her, he was mentally assessing just how much pressure he'd have to press down on her windpipe in order to properly restrain her and press her against his bed.
"Ah, many things, tesoro," Pavi smiled, his hand remaining on the girl's leg. "Such beautiful dark hair...it-a reminds-a me of my mother's. Those-a eyes, how do you not-a see the beauty in-a them? But what I like-a best," Pavi paused, leaning in and slowly sliding his hand further up her leg. He leaned in close enough so that he could have kissed her if he'd wanted to, his voice lowered to a near whisper when at last he'd spoken again.
"...is-a that perfetto Italiano accent. It is really quite-a beautiful," he smirked, brushing a stray lock of hair out of the girl's face as he leaned in closer. "But-a you say that-a you've never been-a kissed...what a shame. Maybe the Pavi can-a help-a you in that department..."
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Post by Vittoria Largo on Oct 14, 2011 0:32:08 GMT -5
What Pavi didn't know about Vittoria was that had he attempted to wrap his hand around her throat she would've easily snapped his wrist. Among other things. Since she was eight her nono had made damn sure that she would be able to defend herself by giving her lessons in martial arts and weapons. And had even gone so far in her training to take her on several of his 'business trips' to China. Where she learned from the best of the best, until she would be able to take on, frankly, just about any man who tried to mess with her.
However Vittoria didn't use what she learned unless she had no other reason to....most of the time. When he talked about her hair she couldn't help but smirk, she reminded her of their mother and he still couldn't see who she was? This was funnier than Vittoria could ever imagine! Then Pavi's hand began to go up her leg getting closer to her and with his other hand he brushed hair out of her face.
Did she dare go this far or father with her little game? She thought a moment. Blushed and looked down. Silently preparing herself for what more than likely would come next.. "Si può se si desidera." She said looking back up at him. She really had never been kissed, but she didn't think she'd ever get a chance like this to embarass/blackmail her brother, it was just too good to pass up!
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Post by Lucretzia Largo on Nov 9, 2011 9:52:48 GMT -5
Lucretzia, completly and blissfully unaware of what her youngest son and youngest daughter were doing a few rooms away, was fixing her hair in her bathroom mirror, drying it and brushing it until is was shinhy and silky smooth. She than began to the front part of her hair back and braiding it carefully. With most people this would take time but Lucretzia had practised with her mother and Vittoria's hair enough times to know what she was doing and to work fast. Once she had one long braid dangling on the back of her head she began to wind it up so that the braid made a bun. With her free hand she began to take several bobby pins and sticking them in the stratigic places to keep her hair in place.
That done Lucretzia moved on to her face, she frowned a little, she was beginning to look her age. And she was sure with the added stress of manging her four children would only add that. As soon as she was able she would pencil in a facelift and tuck. But until then she would have to make do with her lotions and makeup.
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