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The Cops' New Toys

A Police Corruption and Mafia story by:

Marciana Abbatelli (Marci) & Ra'Arsenio Basilio (Arsen)

Part 3: The Announcement

She nodded as well, rising to her hindpaws as she set down the linen napkins they used. Picking up her purse, she smiled down at him as she waited for him to rise as well. “First, I do believe I offered to show you the honeymoon suites we have here. None of them are currently booked."

Ra'Arsenio nodded his head to her with a smile in return. As she stood, he caught a generous glimpse of her bare leg through the slit in her full-length gown. The teal-green color accented her fur and eyes and made her look truly magnificent. He stood as well and offered her a little bow. “I had almost forgotten," he murmured, but offered his arm as any gentleman should, for her to take it if she wished. He was looking forward to seeing these suites. Perhaps very soon the two of them would be occupying one, if things went well with her father.

Slipping her paw into the crook of his elbow, she smiled up at him before signalling the guards. One moved to lead the way, while the other took the rear position, with the well-dressed pair in the middle. “Just follow Adriano. He's almost as good as I am with the resort's layout. But he should be, as he was my sounding board and helped me plan the original idea."

The couple walked along behind the leading guard as he took them back up to the entrance of the grotto restaurant. The stairs wound up one flight to the indoor seating area above, but at a turn in the stairs there was another flight leading down. Here he turned and they headed into the cliff face. A short distance down a well lighted tunnels of smoothed stone, saw them enter what appeared to be the Hotel Reception area. Arsen realized that they could have also reached here from the street-level entrance, by simply descending a flight of stairs from above.

Seeing as Marciana owned the entire place, the guard walked up to the reception and simply asked if any of the honeymoon suites were currently occupied, to prevent them from walking into a room and catching a couple unawares. There were none, so he nodded and they entered the spacious elevator beside the reception desk. “It is a wonder you were able to move in all the necessary equipment to install elevators in the stone." Arsen marveled, “But then I suppose the elevator also rises, because I believe there are two floors of rooms above the street as well, are there not?" He was, of course, simply making small talk while they traveled.

She chuckled at that. “There were some concerns on my end that we wouldn't be able to, but the architects are absolute geniuses. They found the one place that an elevator could be installed in the entirety of the resort to go down. It does go up as well, but it is the reason why there are only 4 honeymoon suites here. As you can see, there are four stops below registration. And the elevator has four doors. This was truly a tricky design, but it was definitely worth the money spent."

The elevator stopped at the first level, and the elevator opened into an underwater room. This one was surrounded by what appeared to be a small coral reef. “This area had nothing in the water but plain grey rock, so I thought in some marine biologists to help start this coral reef. The coral, the sea cucumbers, the anemones are all imported from nearby areas."

She moved to a chair and sank into the soft seat. “When no one's in this room, I come here to relax. There's just something soothing to me about this room."

This room appeared to have been built underwater, on a shelf of the stone, and beneath the restaurant. Outside the glass, soft lights had been placed in the rock and amongst the coral to illuminate it in the water and give accents to focus on. He stepped from her side and pushed his paws into the pockets of his pants as he strode to the window and gazed out. The display of underwater life was impressive, and she was right. There was something soothing about a place like this. Perhaps it was the colors and decor combined with the view. He let out a deep sigh and moved to sit on the end of the bed, glancing at her, “Some soft music or the ambient sound of the sea waves and this room would be beyond romantic."

“We often pipe in music when a couple is looking for a room for their honeymoon. But usually I play sea sounds when I'm down here to destress. Not for romance, but for the sole relaxation aspect. Since mio padre's stroke, I've been down here daily when it's not in use," she admitted on a soft sigh. Running her resort as well as the family business without letting on that she's the one behind the majority of the recent decisions was taking its toll on her. But she never let on to anyone, until her quiet admission to Arsen, just how stressed she was getting.

Arsen turned from the window out into the sea and regarded her for a moment with an expression of interest, and perhaps a little concern. It did not suit her to be so stressed. She should have had one of her brothers or a trusted male help her run the business in her father's absence. Most of the time that was how it went. He imagined that control over such a large empire of both legitimate and illegal dealings was a strain. Perhaps this evening with him had been a pleasant surprise. He walked over to her and knelt on his haunches so that he could look into her face. His expression slightly quizzical, he reached up with one paw and with a murmured 'may I?' he brushed it along the side of her face. “You are a strange femme," he said softly, “Powerful and strong, but beautiful and delicate at the same time, I deem."

She leaned into into the soft stroke of his paw on her cheek, then smiled softly. “Most of the top women in the world are that combination. Usually not at the age I am, though. They usually get the power and strength when they're 30 or older." Turning her face slightly, a nearly imperceptible move, she gave him a light kiss in the center of his pawpad. He was the only one, outside of her parents, who worried about her like this, and they'd JUST met! No one else had ever thought she was delicate or saw that side of her. She sat for a moment, soaking in the peace of the room, of the scene of the coral reef as his paw rested on her cheek.

Arsen nodded and then smiled when she kissed the center of his paw. He was finding her fascinating as well as beautiful. An attraction that he had felt the moment he saw photos of her when he was investigating her father. This was a woman like him. Ambitious and strong, but he had found she was also delicate and soft. Perhaps it was the predator in him that sensed she needed someone. At least that was the feeling he got. His paw stroked the side of her face a few more times, gently, “But it is a great responsibility for one so young."

She nodded, her voice changing, growing stronger as she spoke, “A great responsibility, but also a great honor. And I will not let my father down!" It seemed she wasn't looking for someone to take over completely. But she definitely needed someone who understood her and would treat her as an equal when it counted. After all, she was more intelligent than most lawyers or doctors, just in a different way.

“Grazie," she murmured to him, her determination coming back to the front lines. “Shall we go look at the other three suites now?"

A quirk of his eyebrow and a smile on his lips were the only reactions to her words. Then he stood and withdrew his paw, sensing that he had gone as far as he should have in that situation, “Of course. I did not mean to suggest otherwise." He bowed his head and then stepped away from her and offered his paw once more so that she might put her paw on his arm, “Actually, perhaps it would be best if you showed me the other rooms later. We would not wish to keep your father waiting too long."

She set her paw in his as she rise to her hindpaws again, shifting her hold to his arm afterwards. “I did not mean to imply that I thought you were suggesting otherwise. But I know my younger brothers are waiting to see me fail. They don't think I'm as good as they are. But they're too young to take over for mio padre. If this had happened a few years from now, I wouldn't stop them from taking control, but it didn't. It happened now, and the four of them are total brats about my taking over until father is back on his paws." She gave him a smile and nodded. “Of course. But at least you got to see my favorite of the honeymoon suites. I try to steer the happy couples to the other suites as much as I can. Just so I have my refuge during stressful times."

Arsen smiled back, happy that he had not offended her by his words, for that was not his intentions. As she explained herself, things became clear. It was rather unusual for the daughter to take over when the father was ill, but then her brothers were too young by a few years. Still, they would be jealous of the opportunity to prove their worth to their father. “They will get their time soon enough. This is your opportunity to shine," he reassured, then nodded. “I am glad that I got to see it," then he smirked, “I suppose when you marry, this will be the suite you wish to use?"

They stepped toward the elevator, and the guards followed them in so that the first thing that would be visible when the door opened was their bodies, and not Marciana and Arsen. It rose swiftly back to the reception level, and they stepped out, with one guard excusing himself to retrieve the car while the other walked with them up to the main doors.

The elevator trip back up to reception didn't take long, and Adriano knew the shortcuts to get the car brought around faster. Fredo stayed with them, his holster safety already unsnapped and gun at the ready, should he have to pull it. As the car pulled around, he moved out to the drive, his eyes scanning the area for any threats before he allowed Marciana to leave the building. After things were deemed all clear, Marciana and Arsen were allowed out of the building and into the limo. After the two of them were seated in the back, Fredo moved to the front and got in, Adriano driving them to her family estate.

Arsen walked with her across to the limo and held her arm until she was seated, then he slipped into the back seat with Marciana. His own car was in the parking lot across the street from the restaurant and hotel, but he would have to go back for it later, unless they could send someone to retrieve it. “How far outside of town is your estate?" He asked, smiling over at her as he took in the back of the limo and glanced out to see the town moving past them.

She leaned back and softly sighed as the limo started moving through the city. “The estate is in San Vito dei Normanni, on roughly 2.5 hectares of land. Plenty of privacy. The villa has 7 bedrooms, which la mia famiglia (my family - Italian) needs. The villa is three floors and over seven thousand square meters. The grounds are fenced, of course, and we grow some of our own olives and almonds. The Abbatelli vineyards are between the estate and Bari."

Nodding out the window, she looked at a white building they were passing. “The Basilica di San Nicola is where we spend our Sundays. I imagine that is where I will be getting married when the time comes. It's also one of the biggest tourist attractions in Bari, along with the Russian Church that came about for the Russian pilgrims who wanted to see the Basilica. Or the artifacts of Saint Nicholas, who happens to be the patron saint of Bari."

Arsen was not new to Italy, however this part of the country he had not traveled in extensively. It made sense, and indeed seemed almost expected, that the residents of every town participate in Sunday services at the local Church, Cathedral, or Basilica. “A grand structure. Though I know Italy, and indeed have traveled all across Europe, it still amazes me that the people of so long ago could build structures that last till this day. The age of some of these buildings astounds me."

They made small talk, discussing this landmark or that structure as Adriano whisked them along out of the town of Bari and along the coastal highway toward their destination. From all descriptions she gave, their Villa sounded like a grand place indeed, and not so unlike many of the other Villas around. This one would be marked, chiefly, because of the status of the family that lived in it.

After about an hour of driving along the coast, the walls of the estate came into view. But from where they were on the coastal highway, it took a few more minutes to get to the road that lead to the road that the estate entrance was on. A full fifteen minutes after they saw the start of the walls, they were at the entrance to the estate and Adriano was calling the guard station to let them through. The gate finally started moving and he eased the limo forward through the gate, which started closing as soon as the back cleared the area. Another five minutes passed before the limo slowed once again, coming to a smooth stop in front of the doors. Fredo jumped out and moved to open the back doors, allowing them to emerge from the limo.

Arsen stepped from the limo first, and held out his hand so that she could take it and he could help her climb from the low-slung vehicle. When her paw met his he tugged her out and waited for her to arrange herself before they moved toward the mansion. The guard driving the vehicle moved off with it toward the garage, and the other guard mounted the steps ahead of them to get the door. Since they were inside the protected walls of the villa, security was slightly less strict here. “The grounds and villa look beautiful under the moonlight. I look forward to seeing it during the day."

After emerging from the limo and getting herself situated to head inside, which didn't take too long, she slipped her paw onto his arm again before they headed up the steps behind Fredo. Her dogs followed them, not one of them running ahead of her. The trio had been quiet in the limo, only Gia climbing into her mistress's lap. As they entered through the doors Fredo had opened, an older male fur in a black tuxedo came over to them.

“Giovanni, it is good to see you again. Mio padre is…?" she asked the male.

The older male straightened up and smiled. “Tua madre ha lui a venire giù per la cena. Sono ora nel salone, dopo aver terminato i loro pasti, signorina, (Your mother got him to come down for dinner. They're now in the salon, having finished their meals, miss, - Italian)" he replied.

A wide smile crossed her muzzle as she heard that news. “That is wonderful news, Giovanni! We need to see mio padre."

Arsen remained quiet as they entered into the main entryway of the villa. He was instead taking in the sights and sounds around him, examining as was his wont. He smiled to himself to hear that Marciana's father was doing well. Well enough to come down and eat dinner with her mother. That was a good sign, it meant that he would probably be able to take a brief time to conduct business between them.

Giovanni looked at her and gave a small bow, then motioned with his hand, “I will announce you...who?" he looked toward Arsen, inquiring what name he should give, and Arsen proffered, “Ra'Arsenio Basilio, he should be expecting my arrival." He bowed his head in thanks as the elder male departed to make the announcements.

She smiled to Arsen and nodded after Giovanni. “Shall we? It wouldn't do to keep father waiting too much after the announcement. But we can walk slow enough to give Giovanni time to get there before us." Tiziano and Amore ran up the stairs, heading elsewhere, but Gia stayed with Marciana, following her mistress down the hall towards the salon.

It didn't take too long for them to arrive behind Giovanni at the salon, and after being announced and entering, she let her paw slid from Arsen's arm as she hurried to her father's side to kiss his cheek. “Papai! (Daddy - Portuguese) Are you feeling much better? I heard you came down for dinner tonight! That's wonderful!"

Arsen, for his part, waited just inside the door of the salon, allowing Marciana to slip away from him and move toward her father. The older male's eyes lit up when he saw her and he straightened slightly in his chair. He smiled a little and lifted a paw to touch the side of her face. “I do feel better," he confirmed with a delicate nod of the head. His wife, seated beside him, reached over to put her paw on his arm. Giancarlo glanced at his wife, “Your mother has been doting on me all evening, of course." He glanced up and down his daughter for a moment, then his eyes sought out Arsen. “You look lovely this evening, daughter. And I see you have brought a visitor." He put a paw on top of his wife's, “Darling, leave us for but a short while. I have business, I believe."

Thaís Abbatelli looked between her daughter, who was dressed to kill - figuratively-speaking, of course, to the male, who was dressed much more casually, that she had brought home with her. Whatever she saw in him made her nod to herself before her attention went back to her husband. Her demeanor changed as she focused on the one male she loved more than anything. A fur could just see and feel the love pouring off her as she looked at Giancarlo. “Of course, my love," she said, leaning towards him for a kiss. As she kissed his cheek, she whispered, “He looks good for our Marci, love. Your choice in her husband is perfect." Straightening back up, she looked to Marciana as she rose to her hindpaws. “Don't let your father get too stressed over this work stuff, Marci." The maned wolf walked from the salon, her own teal gown only knee length and off the shoulder, but it suited the fact that dinner was at home and not in public. Her stiletto heels clicked on the hallway tiles as she left them to handle business.

Marciana smiled as she moved to sit near her father, ready to get him anything he needed as he took care of the business with Arsen. “Thank you for the compliment, Papai," she said softly, then chipped in with her usual sassiness. “You know Mamãe (Mom - Portuguese) always dotes on you. This just gives her more opportunity to dote, Papai."

The elder canine graced his daughter with a warm smile of love as she sat beside him, “Only the truth, figlia (daughter - Italian)." His eyes hardened only slightly as he turned back to the waiting serval, who still stood respectfully at the far end of the chamber, waiting to be acknowledged. Arsen respected Giancarlo's status, wealth, power. Even after the stroke he did not appear to be weak or infirm. Giancarlo waved a hand toward him, “Signore Basilio...come here, don't just stand there. Approach."

Arsen did so, but stopped a few feet away and bowed his head for a half a second, “Sir, I was concerned to hear that you were fallen ill, but I am overjoyed to also see that you are recovering. You have my hope that you shall be well again and wholly yourself soon." He paused, “But now, to the business at hand." All of the furrs in the room knew where they stood. Arsen viewed himself as an equal participant. Not necessarily equal to her father in status, but he did not doubt himself and therefore held himself straight, “I don't want to take up an unnecessary portion of your time. Our initial business was completed, I hope to your satisfaction."

Arsen glanced toward Marciana for a moment, “There is only the matter of payment. I also have the….delicate information that we spoke of. Ready to be provided to you."

Giancarlo nodded. “Very satisfactory," he said before looking at Mariana. “Figlia, you will be marrying Signorelli Basilio in 6 weeks. Go let tua Madre know so you can get to planning."

Marciana's eyes widened and she looked from her father to Arsen and back. “Si, Papai," she said, rising to her hindpaws and following her mother from the salon. Finding her mother, she gave a shell-shocked smile to the beautiful maned wolf. “Apparently, I'm getting married, Mamãe Signore Basilio will be my husband in 6 weeks. We are to start planning and shopping for my wedding gown."

Thaís smiled and hugged her daughter. “You knew your father was going to pick for you, darling."

Hugging back, Marciana nodded. “I know, Mamãe. I just didn't expect it so soon. I ….. I barely know my husband-to-be. I think I'm scared, Mamãe. The child who was never scared of anything is now scared….. of failure as a wife…."

Her mother put her paws on her daughter's shoulders, “Then use the next 6 weeks to get to know him, sweetheart, if possible." The maned wolf's paw stroked her child's face, and then drew her back to her breast for a moment, “It is natural to be afraid. Just remember as we have taught you. In six weeks you will belong to him as his own." She smiled down at Marciana, “Do you like him? He looked like a fine male to me."

Marciana thought back to her first impressions of him and nodded. “He is good-looking as well as smart. When he put his paw on mine to stop me from leaving to come here, so we could share dinner and some wine, I felt a spark between us. He knew just how to add to the compliments and praise that we had to heap on Signore Lotario for his fine meals and creative displays of his art. The Insalata Caprese was done as little ladybugs tonight." She paused and lay her head on her mother's shoulder for a moment. “He seemed to really like my favorite of the honeymoon suites and read the exhaustion I hide from others. He was gentle with my pups and Amore seemed to like him."

Straightening up, she gave a firmer smile to her mother. “I think we need to get started on those plans, Mamãe. And I need to find the perfect wedding gown!"

“Your father would never give you to a male that he thought was wrong for you. No matter what faults your father has, one of them is not a lack of care for his family." She kissed her daughter upon the brow. “It sounds as though you were already interested, even if your father had not chosen already." She looked at her daughter, allowing the younger femme to pull back from her. “Yes, we must start on the plans. We should look online for dress styles that you like, and then we can contact the dressmakers and begin to have it prepared. The kind of dress we need for this wedding will probably have to be custom and that takes time."

Marci's inner ears turned a little red and she ducked her head a little. “Well, we tried to avoid talking shop during dinner, though it was rather difficult. And there is definitely some interest, Mamãe. But I think it was more of a surprise to me that Papai made that proclamation than to Signore Basilio. It almost felt as if he was courting me at dinner. He deferred to me to place the order, and I doubt that he normally does that." She leaned against the wall. “Let's boot up the computer, then, Mamãe, and get to looking for the perfect dress! We still need to book the cathedral for the wedding. The resort will host the reception, and that is where we can stay for the honeymoon. And we need to figure out the guest list!" She waited for her mother to turn to startup the computer in the library, then turned and ran back to the salon, rushing to her father's side and kissing his cheek. “Grazie, Papai," she whispered to him.

Straightening back up, she gave her father a demure look, “Perdonami, papà. Posso prendere in prestito signor Basilio di chiedere il suo parere su alcune cose per il matrimonio? (Pardon me, Daddy. May I borrow Signore Basilio to ask his opinion about some things for the wedding? - Italian)"

Thaís nodded at her daughter, “I believe that he might have spoken to your father about all of this before the meeting. He is a smart one. And I still say that it seems you were taken with him." She smiled warmly and moved over toward the computer in the library and turned it on. “Please him, darling, and he can take you, and the family, very far, I think." With that she fell silent and let her daughter rush off toward the salon once again. The elder femme shook her head and sighed, smiling to herself.

Arsen looked up when she came rushing into the room. He had seated himself near her father and the two men were actively speaking about Ra'Arsenio's plans for the business and what he had envisioned for his own part in it. Also about Marciana and the upcoming wedding. Arsen's family would have to be notified of course as well. His eyes sparkled and he smiled at his soon-to-be wife when she asked her father to permit them to go discuss some things. Giancarlo chuckled softly at the excitement and energy in her voice and waved a hand, “I am just happy that you are pleased with my choice. By all means, take your fiance. Don't keep your mother up too late. And see to it that Arsen here is comfortable tonight…" his eyes flashed, but then he looked a little tired and relaxed back into the chair, “I shall retire to bed soon, so I'll bid you goodnight now."

“Mamãe booted up the computer in the library. We could go there and I could send her back to help you, Papai, if you'd like. I know most of the decisions for the wedding should be made together, but the wedding dress could be both, though once it's here for the fittings, Signore Basilio can't see it. Bad luck for the couple," she said, moving to her husband-to-be's side and slipping her paw onto his shoulder as she stood beside him.

Arsen reached up with one of his paws and laid it atop hers. He squeezed her fingers in his own and then glanced toward her father, “Goodnight then, Signore. May you rest well." He slowly stood and turned to take Marciana's paw in his own. Giancarlo nodded, “Goodnight to both of you. And yes, darling, if you would send your mother back, that would be appreciated." He heaved a sigh and closed his eyes, resting now.

Arsen moved toward the door that she had both left, and returned through, and when they were in the corridor he waited for her to lead him into the library, so that they might make plans for their approaching wedding. His tail was swaying back and forth and his ears flicking a but at the various sounds from around the villa. Somewhere in the distance a pan or two was clinked together, probably the maids finishing up the dishes from dinner. All of this was a whirlwind for Arsen. Marciana had been in his plans since he began to plot his own goals for the future and had decided upon her family as his vehicle to riches. But all of that made him sound rather too...cold. For the moment he had seen her, and then subsequently met her, she had drawn him as a woman he wished to possess, to make his own. Yes, it was safe to say that, for him at least, it was something like love at first sight.

Marci followed Arsen out of the salon, then lead him to the library where her mother was. “Mamãe, Papai was looking rather peaked and said he's retiring early tonight. Signore Basilio and I will work on some of the plans together, and leave notes for you about what decisions we made and what still needs working on. And Papai wants me to make sure he gets situated in a room tonight. You go dote of Papai and leave the rest to me tonight." Thaís nodded and rose from the seat in front of the computer, giving her daughter a kiss and Arsen a hug. “Welcome to the family, Signore Basilio," she said with her exotic, Brazilian accent. She hurried out of the library and down the hall to the salon where her husband waited for her.