***I DO NOT OWN THE BOONDOCK SAINTS. ALL RIGHTS GO TO TROY DUFFY! Read and Enjoy. Reviews are Welcome***

***FYI to pronounce Chiara the way I'm writing it in the story is 'Key-ar-a'. And Ciara is pronounced like Kira.***

"Chiara! Time to get up!" shouted a maid walking from the bedroom into the connecting bathroom.

The lump under the covers started to move. It tossed the covers back off its body and sat up. The girl moved her dark brown hair out of her face and looked around the room. She sighed as she heard the bathtub starting to fill up. The maid walked back into the bedroom. She walked over to the bed and pulled the cover completely off of the half awake girl.

"Your bath is ready and your clothes are laying out for you. Breakfast will be ready when you get done," said the maid walking out of the room.

Chiara climbed out of her large four-poster bed and walked over to her bathroom. She took off her nightclothes. She slipped down into the claw-foot tub and soaked a while before she started to clean off. Once she was done with her bath she climbed out and dried off and got dressed for the day.

Chiara stood in front of the mirror and gave herself a once over. She stood five foot five, which was an average height for girls. She had back length brown hair. She had an average body build; average in the aspect she had a tiny waist with slightly larger hips and double-D breasts. She brushed her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. She adjusted her shirt and put her glasses on and walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the breakfast room.

Chiara walked into the large breakfast room. Sitting at one end of the table was a balding man in his late fifties and his wife. She walked over to the table and kissed the man on his head before she walked over to the woman and placed a kiss on her cheek. Chiara sat down across the seat from the woman and started eating her breakfast.

"How did you sleep?" asked the woman.

"Fine," said Chiara.

"That's good. I was afraid the time zone change would affect it," said the woman.

"How many times have we take the trip to Italy to see your family, mom? If it starts effecting me no, there is a problem," said Chiara.

"True, true," smiled her mom.

"Gabriela, let the girl eat so we can get going," said the man.

"Going? Going where?" asked Chiara.

"I've got some business I need to take care of. You will be here by yourself. Your mother seems to have the need to go shopping in New York this weekend," said the man rolling his eyes.

"How long are you going to be gone?" asked Chiara.

"I will be back on Sunday night," said her mother. "Your father should be back sometime tonight."

"Okay," said Chiara nodding her head.

"So what are you going to do today?" asked her mother.

"Probably curl up in the chair in the library and read," said Chiara shrugging her shoulders.

"Why don't you go out and go shopping?" asked her mother. "Why don't you come with me this weekend?"

"I don't want to go to New York," said Chiara. "I don't like New York."

"Chiara, you can't just sit in that room all day," said her mother.

"I can, and I do it all the time," said Chiara getting up from the table.

"Gabriela, let her be. She is in the house and she is safe," said her dad.

"I would rather have her out of the house doing something other than reading, Dante," said Gabriela.

"She just isn't that kind of girl," said Dante.

"She is twenty-five, and she lives at home," said Gabriela.

"I would rather have her at home than somewhere where I cant protect her. Now I have to go, I have a meeting with Concezio," said Dante standing and kissing his wife.

Gabriela kissed her husband and got up from the table and walked into the library where he daughter had already found a book and was reading.

"I am fixing to leave, Chiara, if you want to come," said Gabriela.

"I'm content to stay here, mom," replied Chiara.

"All right. I will see you when I get back on Sunday," said Gabriela.

Gabriela grabbed her coat from the butler and walked out of the house to the car that waited for her. Chiara listened to the car pull out of the driveway before she looked back down at her book.