Fight over power (closed)

[zydrate]

Name: Bella Russo
Age: 28

The flick of a lighter was the only sound heard in the room...and then the inhale of breath as the end of a cigarette lit up, smoke inhaled, then soon after, exhaled... The woman, who stood around 5'3" but with 3 inch heels on, she was still considered small yet she commanded so much more when she walked into a room. Her dirty blonde hair was always styled just right, as was her make up. Yes, she took pride in her appearance...one had to if one wanted respect.

It all started 28 years ago, when Bella was born... her father was just a common worker. He worked at a fish factory and for that reason, Bella hated fish to this day.

So how did someone who grew up in an ordinary family from an ordinary place become one of New York's most highest rising Mob Boss, or in this case, Mistress?

It was because of her education and no nonsense way of getting things done. That and she was young. She had fresh ideas...she was one of the top 5 bosses in NYC.... Yet, Bella wasn't satisfied with being in the top 5. She wanted to be number one.

She had no qualms about ordering a hit on a rival family or anyone trying to nudge in on her business dealings. She trusted those that worked around her and right beside her. Being the top member of a crime family was a feat within itself but then again, it was also a very lonely life.

Now, she stood in front of the floor length window that over looked the city, Bella did wish for one thing. And that was love. Oh hell, she just wanted a good fuck. It was hard because a lot of men were intimitated by her power. And was something she was not going to resign herself to. She need a good fuck. She needed a man to take power over her and make her beg him for his cock...

Sighing, she leaned her head against the glass of the window and carefully smoldered her cigarette against it, burning it out. She'd have to dwell on this more later. Tonight was reserved for a very special guest.

The son of a rival had requested to see her. Probably wanting her to ease up on his poor dying father's 'plans'. HA! As if. She knew no mercy when it came to money.

 

[dryfter]

Troy sat quietly in the velvet backed chair he had been directed to.

They weren't happy that he was here. Were even less happy that he was the son of Vincent Viscoti. When he'd announced himself, the thug at the hotel he knew she owned and operated snorted his disbelief....no doubt thinking that nobody telling the truth would be stupid enough to walk in here.

Not that he could blame the guy. Troy wasn't your usual mafioso, though he did have his nicest suit on. Still....if that thug had heard his alias....well, he'd probably be dead right now. That was how many of her men he had put behind bars.

He wasn't a cop. He was a bounty hunter. And as much as it rankled, it seems fate had decided to that soon, very soon, he was going to be so much more.

The Viscoti's were immune to his reach of course. But he made sure the other crime families weren't.....and putting mobsters away was such good money that his father only railed on him about it for an hour or two. Took him that long to find the local wanted advertisements and realize that even here....profit could be made. Troy paid his dues.....and his old man kept quiet.

But now that quiet little world was crumbling around him.

Head of a crime family? Really? Was he prepared for this? And still....he was the boss's only son. His first task....would be negotiating.....or declaring war.....on his most dangerous of rivals.

Bella Russo. The only bitch in the bunch. Every other family was headed by a male persona....but somehow someone let a woman climb the ranks. He wasn't a chauvanist.....he just knew how hard it would have had to be to do so.

In short, the woman had to be ruthless.

"Mister....Viscoti. Da boss'll see ya now."

Finally. He stood up....striding right past both thugs before they had a chance to frisk him properly. He had no intention of starting a fight....but nor would he suffer the touch of such low level trash. If he was going to run this show....he'd better start acting like it after all.

That's what would be expected of the Black Cat.

 

[zydrate]

Bella made the man wait.

She had told her men to just him sit there out side in the lobby for no reason...even though she had been ready for the past hour, she made him wait.

Now he was on his way up, she watched the security cameras as the man carried himself with confidence. He was only a few seconds from her suite, one Mr. Viscoti, Troy Viscoti.

Bella was at the bar, mixing herself a drink as the man entered. She spoke as she was stirring up her drink, "Hello Troy, would you like a drink?" she asked so calmly. Bella had taken a chance in meeting him. He was the one that had called this meeting...so in good faith, she had no weapon...no guards, just the two of them, meeting face to face.

As he told her what he wanted to drink, Bella mixed it, not saying a thing, no small talk...nothing.

Stepping out from behind the bar, she carried their drinks and as she walked pass him, handed him his drink. She didn't have to say anything about following her as she walked over to the living room, where she took a seat in a plush velour white couch. She waved her hand to the other one, "Please, have a seat, so we can get down to business."