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Isabella Giagabioni
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October 1974
Isabella knew what she liked. She liked the good life. She liked good food, good wine, beautiful clothes - everything that given Daddy's power could give her.
But then, that was the way that she had been raised. Mother had died when Isabella was 5 and she had pretty much been raised by dear old Daddy. And Daddy was Vincenzo Giagabioni, the head of one of the 5 families of Cosa Nostra (Our Thing), or as sometimes called in the states, the Mob. Isabella was well aware of what Daddy did. After all, it paid for her good life. And she was just fine with it.
To tell the truth, there was probably a lot more that went on that she was not aware of. All she knew was that Daddy could, and would, give her money whenever she asked for it. A simple stroll into his office and a hand out would easily result in Daddy reaching into his pocket for a wad of bills that could choke a horse. The estate they lived on was 40 acres on Cosa Nostra, complete with stables, tennis courts, huge pool, gates and plenty of guards. She even had her own bodyguard, though usually Isabella was able to give him the slip with some effort.
What was very amazing was that overweight, rough, tough, and basically ugly Vincenzo could produce such a beautiful daughter. The willowy beauty had long brown hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones, straight nose and full, sensuous lips.
Despite her beauty, she could pretty much guarantee that despite any man that should be attracted to her, once he discovered just who Daddy was, he would immediately lose interest, usually due to self preservation. Therefore, having reached the ripe age of 19 and no young man in sight, she spent much of her time driving fast in her Porsche or clubbing or riding her favorite stallion, Thunder, or shopping in one of her favorite places on Fifth Avenue, or whatever else struck her fancy.
Right now, she was waiting for Daddy to finish with his meeting before interrupting him for cash. She may be his Princess, but business was business and it took precedence over her whims. She looked up at Benny standing by the door. Benny, his nose somewhat bent, grinned back at her.
"Benny, you know that gun just ruins the silhouette of your suit."
"Yes, Miss Isabella." He was one of the few who could call her by her first name. He had watched her grow up into the lovely young lady.
She looked at her nails. Definitely in need of a manicure. "Any idea how much longer?"
"No, Miss Isabella."
Isabella Giagabioni
http://www.addhairstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/141.jpg
October 1974
Isabella knew what she liked. She liked the good life. She liked good food, good wine, beautiful clothes - everything that given Daddy's power could give her.
But then, that was the way that she had been raised. Mother had died when Isabella was 5 and she had pretty much been raised by dear old Daddy. And Daddy was Vincenzo Giagabioni, the head of one of the 5 families of Cosa Nostra (Our Thing), or as sometimes called in the states, the Mob. Isabella was well aware of what Daddy did. After all, it paid for her good life. And she was just fine with it.
To tell the truth, there was probably a lot more that went on that she was not aware of. All she knew was that Daddy could, and would, give her money whenever she asked for it. A simple stroll into his office and a hand out would easily result in Daddy reaching into his pocket for a wad of bills that could choke a horse. The estate they lived on was 40 acres on Cosa Nostra, complete with stables, tennis courts, huge pool, gates and plenty of guards. She even had her own bodyguard, though usually Isabella was able to give him the slip with some effort.
What was very amazing was that overweight, rough, tough, and basically ugly Vincenzo could produce such a beautiful daughter. The willowy beauty had long brown hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones, straight nose and full, sensuous lips.
Despite her beauty, she could pretty much guarantee that despite any man that should be attracted to her, once he discovered just who Daddy was, he would immediately lose interest, usually due to self preservation. Therefore, having reached the ripe age of 19 and no young man in sight, she spent much of her time driving fast in her Porsche or clubbing or riding her favorite stallion, Thunder, or shopping in one of her favorite places on Fifth Avenue, or whatever else struck her fancy.
Right now, she was waiting for Daddy to finish with his meeting before interrupting him for cash. She may be his Princess, but business was business and it took precedence over her whims. She looked up at Benny standing by the door. Benny, his nose somewhat bent, grinned back at her.
"Benny, you know that gun just ruins the silhouette of your suit."
"Yes, Miss Isabella." He was one of the few who could call her by her first name. He had watched her grow up into the lovely young lady.
She looked at her nails. Definitely in need of a manicure. "Any idea how much longer?"
"No, Miss Isabella."
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