(( Terribly sorry, Viola! We missed you, of course!))
Monica's body tightened when the sounds upstairs began to take the notice of the members the the familia. The animals weren't fighting anymore; one of them turned out to be Ali, so she assumed the colourful bird was of Rosa's doing. Lidia was back from whatever she was doing, and so were others.
". . . . You don't suppose that was something of yours being broken up up there, do you?" Monica heard Queenie say bemusedly beside her. Others began to ask questions and Monica wasn't having any of it. Her breath had sped up with the frequency of the shattering, her nails digging into her pale palms.
Her guilt got the best of her, overtaking the conscience screaming at her not to tell them about Feline yet. "Don't hurt her!"
Monica screamed just as a viscious snarling cut through the atmosphere. "She'll be fine, I swear, just don't hurt her!"
She streaked upstairs, to her room to catch her youngest sister before she could be seen by the rest of the Mafia. To her absolute horror, the thick door was entirely splintered outward, the items used to vainly block it in undiscernible pieces.
Feline, however, was nowhere to be found.
((Wow that was everywhere. I think my writing skills have degenerated.