Europe / Florence / Florence (Palazzo Medici Riccardi): July 20th, 2020.
(John Anotelli's POV)
*PAK* *PAK*
John smacked his hairy ass hardly and hovered it over Romeo's face and twerked it up and down while laughing and saying loudly "GYAHAHA…EAT THIS YOUR GRACE."
The room was completely silent.
A very skinny woman in a white doctors coat with a pair of glasses on the tip of her nose sighed and said with a stutter as she slid them up "J…john stop, that is the duke."
"FUCK THE DUKE, SNIFF THIS YOU STUPID FUCK." Said john loudly with anger as he let it rip.
*BRRRFT*
The room went completely silent.
A whiff was smelled.
It started to smell like eggs.
Romeo had a stupid smile on his face with his tongue hanging out his mouth. Slobbering over a baby bib around his neck.
"J…JOHN, THAT IS THE DUKE. WE ARE NOW HIS CARETAKERS." Said the nurse stutteringly loudly with a very nervous look on her face.
John hopped down from the bed and pulled his pants up while saying with a scoff "I don't give a fuck. My paycheck was massively cut because of this dumb bastard. I can't even feed my children because I'm so poor compared to the united states citizens."
The nurse had a flabbergasted look on her face and suddenly adjusted her throat and glasses while saying with a stutter "O…oh."
John sighed while fixing his pants underneath his pot belly and said "I wonder why none of the royals didn't visit this overweight bastard."
The nurse was silent and suddenly said "Your fat too."
"And you like it." Said john with his eyes landing on the nurse and squinting.
The nurse took off her glasses and said as she bit her bottom lip "I do."
"Wanna fuck." Asked john with a serious tone.
The nurse was silent for a moment and said with blushing cheeks as she started stripping "Let's fuck, my sexy potato sack."
(Gian Gastone de' Medici II's POV)
The room was silent.
Gian sat at the head of a long mahogany table with one hand resting on the silver handle of his cane and a ugly look on his old face.
Around him sat the people currently being paid to explain how badly his family had fucked florence.
Chief of staff.
Treasurer.
Chief legal adviser.
Director of security.
Lord chamberlain.
Press secretary.
Six people.
Six folders.
Too many problems.
Lorenzo bellini, the chief legal adviser, sat directly beside gian with his glasses low on his nose and several documents spread neatly in front of him.
Across the table, the treasurer looked like he had not slept in several days.
Gian noticed.
That was never a good sign when the man controlled the money.
"So." Said gian calmly while tapping his cane against the marble floor.
*Tak*
The room remained silent.
Gian's eyes slowly narrowed as he said with a serious tone "Which one of you is going to explain why florence is broke."
"Technically, sir, florence is not broke." Said the treasurer suddenly as he adjusted his throat.
Gian stared at him.
The room went silent.
"Do I look retarded." Asked gian calmly.
The treasurer was silent and said calmly "No sir."
"Then don't say stupid shit." Said gian with cold eyes.
The press secretary lowered her face to hide a smile.
The treasurer quickly opened his folder and said "Florence still possesses significant assets, but most of them are tied into property, protected holdings, historic estates and investments that cannot easily be liquidated."
Gian leaned back and said with a chuckle "So we're rich."
"Yes sir. But can't spend it essentially." Said the treasurer calmly with a look in his eyes.
Gian closed his eyes and said "Wonderful."
The room was silent.
Lorenzo slid another document forward and said calmly "There is also the matter of debt."
Gian opened his eyes immediately and asked with a serious look on his face "How much."
The treasurer interlocked his hands together and said with a chilling look in his eyes "Several billion euros between public obligations, loans and medici controlled holdings."
Gian's right eye twitched.
"And the missing money annabelle asked about." Asked gian with a very cold tone.
The room changed.
Small.
Barely noticeable.
But gian noticed.
The director of security leaned forward.
Lorenzo removed his glasses and said calmly with no reaction "We found irregularities."
"How much." Asked gian immediately.
Lorenzo sighed and said "We don't know yet."
Gian stared at him.
"Transfers between medici entities. Properties sold below market value. Trusts that have not been properly examined in years and several signatures belonging to romeo also appear inconsistent." Said lorenzo calmly with a sigh.
The room became completely silent.
Gian's fingers tightened around his cane as he said with gritted teeth "Forgery."
Lorenzo sighed and said while looking over a few more documents "Possibly."
"That's lawyer language for yes." Said gian with a scoff.
Lorenzo put his glasses back on.
The chief of staff, vittorio conti, closed the folder in front of him and said calmly "Which brings us to the more immediate problem."
Gian looked toward him and said with squinted eyes "What."
"Romeo." Said vittorio with wiping his forehead that had unusually large beads of sweat on it, a sharp contrast to his calm face.
The room fell silent again.
Upstairs.
Somewhere inside the same palace.
The duke of florence was lying in bed with no understanding that six people downstairs were discussing whether he was capable of continuing to rule.
"What about him." Said gian with gritted teeth in anger.
Vittorio stared directly at him, his eyes squinted as he said "He cannot perform his duties as duke. He is Incompetent my lo..."
"The doctors are still evaluating him." Said gian Immediately with sharp hardened eyes.
"The doctors have already made their current position very clear, my lord" Said vittorio Immediately with sharp eyes as he wiped his continuously sweating forehead.
"Current." Said gian coldly.
"Yes, my lord." Said vittorio calmly and sharply.
"Meaning temporary." Asked gian with a sharp gaze.
"Possibly." Said vittorio uncaringly while opening the folder in front of him filled with documents.
The room went completely silent.
Gina sighed and said tiredly as he gripped his cane tightly "Then there is nothing to discuss."
Vittorio leaned forward while adjusting his tie and said "There is everything to discuss."
The room went cold.
Gian stared at him.
"Government departments are delaying decisions. Creditors want assurances. Investors want to know who has authority to negotiate. Nobody knows who is legally speaking for florence while the duke lies upstairs unable to speak for himself because he is Incompetent, not to say that he wasn't when he was still mentally present." Said vittorio while wiping his forehead with a rag.
Gian tapped his cane.
*Tak*
"Then do your fucking jobs you diabetic piece of s..." Said gian coldly.
"We are." Said lorenzo calmly with a sigh as he closed his folder.
"Doesn't sound like it." Said gian with gritted teeth as a vein appeared on his forehead.
"Ahem…we need someone who can sign." Said vittorio while wiping his forehead with a rag.
A bulging vein appeared on gians forehead as he said loudly with anger "THEN FIND A FUCKING PEN."
The press secretary coughed into her hand.
Vittorio ignored it and said calmly with a serious look on his face "We need a regent."
Gian's face went still and said with a wave of his hand "No."
"Gian, don't make my job harder than it already is. I haven't gotten any pussy in a year so don't make this difficult for me." Said vittorio with a sigh.
"I said no." Said gian flatly.
"You are the obvious choice." Said lorenzo while adjusting his glasses.
"I'm ninety five years old." Said gian Immediately.
"You are also gian gastone de' medici." Said the director of security in the background with a look pleasing look on his face like the bootlickng orange faced weasel, fat ass that he was.
Gian scoffed and gestured at himself and said like it was obvious "Unfortunately."
Vittorio slid a document across the table.
It stopped directly in front of gian.
TEMPORARY REGENCY OF FLORENCE.
Gian stared at it.
Then slowly looked back at vittorio and said "You already prepared this."
"Yes." Said vittorio calmly
"Before asking." Said gian calmly with squinted eyes.
"Yes." Said vittorio calmly as he wiped his forehead with a rag.
"Arrogant bastard." Said gian angrily with a scoff.
Vittorio waved the rag and said pleasingly "I work for the medici family's comfort, my lord."
The director of security looked down.
The press secretary bit her lip.
Gian stared at vittorio for several seconds.
Then chuckled.
"Hah."
Vittorio remained serious and said "This isn't permanent. Until romeo's condition improves or succession becomes necessary."
Gian's smile disappeared Immediately, his eyes became sharp as he said "Succession."
Nobody spoke.
Gian looked back down at the paper.
Romeo.
His grandson.
Alive.
Breathing.
But somewhere far away inside his own body.
"No." Said gian quietly.
Vittorio's eyebrows creased and ask "Why."
"Because I'm tired." Said gian calmly as he looked at his own wrinkled hands.
The room became silent.
Gian slowly looked around at everyone and said with cold eyes "I've spent enough years watching this family create disasters and then looking toward the oldest bastard left alive to fix them."
Vittorio leaned forward and said "And who else."
Gian stared at him and said "Annabelle. Go ask that bitch, the bitch is older than me and seems to walk perfectly fine."
The room went silent.
The treasurer visibly swallowed.
Vittorio shook his head and said with a loud uncontainable sigh "Lady honorable has already said she doesn't want the title, otherwise I would not have asked you my lord."
Gian smiled faintly and said while looking down at the financial folders "She didn't ask for the title. She asked for the books."
Nobody spoke.
Gian's smile slowly disappeared.
His left hand suddenly felt strange.
He flexed his fingers.
Nothing.
His eyebrows creased.
"My lord, regardless of what annabelle intends, florence needs someone now so I advise you to just accept this regency." Said vittorio with a sigh as he rested both of his hands atop the table, a large bead of sweat trailing down his face form his forehead.
Gian looked toward him.
His face looked blurry.
Gian blinked.
Once.
Twice.
The room did not sharpen.
"What the fuck…" Said gian softly.
Lorenzo turned toward him and said with confusion "My lord."
Gian's cane slipped from his left hand.
*CLANG*
Everyone froze.
Gian stared at his hand.
It wasn't moving.
"Sir." Said the director of security as he stood quickly.
Gian tried lifting his arm.
Nothing.
His mouth opened.
The words came out thick.
Wrong.
"Call…"
Lorenzo's face went pale.
"Stroke."
The room exploded.
Chairs scraped backward.
The press secretary screamed.
The director of security rushed around the table as gian attempted to stand.
His right leg moved.
His left didn't.
His entire body collapsed sideways.
*THUD*
"MY LORD." Said vittorio loudly.
The director of security caught him before his head struck the floor.
Gian stared upward at the golden ceiling.
His breathing became rough.
One side of his face refused to move.
Lorenzo held his phone to his ear and said "GET THE DOCTOR IN HERE NOW."
Gian's eyes slowly moved toward the table.
The regency document sat exactly where vittorio had placed it.
Unsigned.
Vittorio followed his eyes.
The room went completely silent for one second.
Romeo could not rule.
Gian had just collapsed.
And annabelle de' medici remained standing.
Vittorio stared at the unsigned document.
Then toward the doors as doctors rushed inside.
Florence had wanted a temporary regent.
Instead.
It had just lost another option.
…
THE END…