Drew nodded, "We understand." On the inside he was freaking out, that was their entire job!
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(Where are they in the world)
(Oh good question, I don't know. Italy?)
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(New York? There's mafia families there, supposedly)
(Yeah, that works.)
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Juliette was worried.
"Welcome to the Bonanno family," he said warmly, and proceeded to kiss both of them on each cheek. "This friend of ours will be your godfather." An older looking man stepped forward. "He will guide you through your new life."
Drew smiled, "Hello," He said to the godfather.
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He gave them a short nod. "Come, follow me," he instructed them, leading them out of the initiation room.
"Are you married?" he asked them, raising an eyebrow.
This question was so absurd to Juliette that she snorted.
"Uh, no. Neither of us are." Drew replied, glancing at Juliette.
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"Why are you here together?"
"We're good friends."
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"Then I will put you in the same room." They came to a door colored a soft grey. "Do not allow any turkeys to treat her impolitely," he said to Drew. "They all know what the boundaries are, but some of them forget." With that curious statement, he opened the door.
"Oh, and if you need anything, come to me. I live in that room over there," he told them, pointing to a dark red door down the hall.
Drew nodded for about the hundredth time that day. "Thank you."
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"My name is Giuseppe. Get yourselves settled in." He walked away, leaving them to explore their new home.
Juliette went slowly into their room, scanning everything with her eyes.
The main room had one large window on the far wall, a nice looking sofa, and a low table. The floor was a thin carpet over hard wood. Over their heads hung a ceiling fan with a single lightbulb.
"What you thinking?" He asked as he looked around the room, "It's not bad."
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"Oh, nothing…just getting myself acquainted with these unfamiliar surroundings…" She wandered off, finding a small kitchen not unlike the one at their apartment. Did they leave anything behind? she asked herself, feeling a small nervous pang.
I suppose if we did, we could just ask Giuseppe if we can go get them, she thought, opening all of the kitchen cabinets, and finding nothing inside.
He hummed, walking into the kitchen behind her. "We need to go grocery shopping."
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"Duh," she said, shutting the empty fridge. "And did we leave anything at the apartment? I'm assuming we did…"
"Yeah, there's a good chance we did." He said, going back into the living room.
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She found two separate bedrooms, both virtually the same; queen-sized bed, small side-table, good sized closet.
"Which one d'you want?" He asked, checking out the rooms.
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"Either one is fine," she said absently, remembering when they had first moved into the apartment. Felt like such a long time ago…
He shrugged, "I guess I'll take this one," He said claiming the room closest to the kitchen.
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She smirked, and went into the other one, laying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
He looked around the room, checking inside the closet, under the bed and ensuite bathroom. He knew that this place had more a chance of being bugged than the other one did.
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"Wonder what we gotta do first," Juliette said aloud, looking for patterns in the paint on the ceiling.
After he had finished looking around he flopped down on his bed. He sighed, thankful that the initiation was over.
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"Hey! What time is it?" Juliette called, to lazy to get up and check it herself.
"Uh," He checked his watch, "10:37." He called back.
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"AM OR PM?"