"You're not going to make me choose between one or the other, Fran. I want them both," Ares said after much thought.
Francesca laughed, as she lowered her gun.
"Do you know why I fell for the Don?" She asked.
"I don't care."
"But you must know. He was too powerful. I don't mean in the way you gangsters like to think you are. If you have any idea just how powerful he really is, you won't mess with him."
"What power? The kind that doesn't work in isolation? The difference between all of us that made it through the blood, sweat, and tears of our bastard experiences, and your lord is the fact I can walk into any room, or through any bloody path by myself, and raise hell. Can your powerful Don do that?"
"Why should he? When he has movers, and shakers at every end? You have all of your friends that have struggled with you, yet you can't even find your daughter. What use are these experiences, when even I could easily isolate you?" She asked in a taunting manner.
