Married into the mob (closed)

[Kililia]

The men reviewed all the ideas they agree it would be quite different but a great way to put his guard down. The men even suggested they do it now as if be a appear as a sign of weakness when it was actually a trap. One of the men suggested their don that he be allowed to call "the blood king" and meet for a discussion to avoid the war. Talk details of the contract in exchange of the hand in marriage of his youngest daughter.

The men were already armed and suggested they hide as the man arrive before trapping him in the office allowing the don to shoot first of course

 

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Though they talked freely about the idea of a bloody assassination, there was still the image they had to deal with. Calling him to the table and then stabbing him in the back, it was perfidy, a false use of a flag of truce. Many of their associates, their business partners, would not look well at him for doing this. He sat in his red velvet chair lightly puffing on a fine Cuban cigar in one hand and a bruised crystal glass of bourbon in the other, ideas racing through his head. He thought of his daughter, how, if he won, would be a free woman to grow up and marry someone proper, maybe another member of the family to keep the bond strong. But, there was always the chance of it failing, if he somehow countered their move, then what would happen. What if Zita was forced to marry the Blood King? The family would be ruined.

"Do it. Set up the meeting in a week. I want to go over things carefully. Tell him everything he needs to hear in order to soften him up. I want people on him following his every move. Where he goes, who he is with. I want a list of everyone he knows. When the day comes I not only want him dead, I want everyone in his crew, his family, his friends, everyone he does business with dead. He is a cancer that has to be cut out of the body. I don't want a single bit of his presence to be found. Anyone that so much as mentions his name, gone."

Donny nodded, "It will be done."

 

[Kililia]

Zita was so annoyed by everyone ignoring her first of all and next stuck with bimbos comparing their tits and surgians. She found herself about to tare her own hair out of her skull . She watched the closed door as the men were discusting more important things. The rest of the day mainly consisted of being quiet and entertaining their guests.

Weeks pasts as she was behaving by not ditching the guard even though she had multiple opportunities. Unawared of her father insane plans to kill a man that was reknown for being both deadly and cunning. She only knew that soon their would be an important guest at their home and she be expected to be a good host.

The day finally came, it end up being a lavsh party for friends, family and a special guest of honor. Their was buzzing among the crowd of who the special guest would be. The limos arrived one by one dropping the head of the familes and their families. She wore a long navy blue dress with her hair carefully placed in a french braid that ended at her firm round ass. A few flowers place strategecally in her braid, the color eccentuating her eyes. She wore heels that boost her derriere even more and allowed her to not look so petite around the other ladies.

Zita smiled and spoke to her family friends between greeting as she waiting on the arrival of the special guest. Wondering why her father insisted her to personally greet him and show him around before guiding him in the private quarters. It was so odd, though the room was buzzing there was still an odd feeling of tension among her father's men. She sense something big was about to happen but had no idea what it could be at the moment.

While she stood distracted in her thoughts, she fail to notice the last limo arrive with the special guest. Only at the sound of women gasps did she turn to find herself shock at the man known as " The Blood King" smiling back at her. If she didnt know of his reputation, she would of been easily drawn to his presence and appearance. She quickly recomposed herself as she extended her hand to him: "its an honor to have you at our home...Mr. Cecelia...My father ask i show you around before bringing you to his quarters..." *smiles faintly at the most feared man in their world*

 

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When he entered the room, everything came to a stop. The women stepped back and the men held their eyes on him, holding their lips together, showing disdain for him. For a man with the title of "Blood King" he didn't have the look of a massive murderer. He was well groomed and defined. If anything, he looked like another made man, but when he stepped in the temperature of the room dropped. No one said a word as he walked across the polished marble floor to Zita as she imposed her offer of a tour, "That would be lovely" he said with a smile showing his pearled white teeth.

Zita would lead the way, but one the guards had to follow to ensure that there was no funny business leaving the two Blood King's men in the reception area. They, like him, showed no disdain or even happiness. Their looks were cold, their eyes constantly moving-scanning the area around them.

 

[Kililia]

Zita smiled and nodded at him as she guided him room my room, telling a bit of the history of their home and rooms. She swallowed her fear not wanting to show any weakness but find herself eager for the day to end . It was true, he was quite handsome but his eyes send a chill down her spine. When she glanced back at him time to time, she felt as if he was more interested into her then the tour of their home. A part of her found her father's request to give the man a tour of the house unwise but since her father would here none of it, she simply did as her ordered her to do on this day.

Zita finally slowed down as she open the back door to the yard, motions towards the large acres: " And finally, this is the backyard..." *smiles at him * " I am sure you would rather mingle with the crowded than hear me talk any longer...." *slowly begins to walk past him as she stops and says" I will guide you to father's quarters in a few...father need to settle some matters first..."

 

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The Blood King was all too willing to follow. He said little during the tour, but his eyes followed Zita wherever she went. It was like leading a horse by dangling a carrot in front of it. His eyes followed her over again and again. He wasn't intimidated by the guard behind him, but he knew he stepped into the viper's layer. Everyone around him was an enemy that wanted him dead in more ways than one. He didn't say whether or not he enjoyed Zita's talk, but he did know that her father would seem him soon.

Father was in his study puffing lightly on a cigar. It helped calm him. He did that before many deals. He knew that Donny, the Blood King, was here and his only baby girl was leading the mad man around. He bit hard into the end of his cigar then finally snuffed it out in the glass tray before strolling out flanked on either side by his trusted bodyguards. He flashed a brilliant smile and wished everyone to listen as he began the party, but he wanted to first introduce his beloved guest.

 

[Kililia]

Zita nods at her guest as she returns to a group of her friends and talks of the latest movie, mentioning she was eager to see with them. She hushes her friends that watched the guest and asked. It was obvious that Zita was not the type to gossip or talk of her family business even to her friends. She might be young but wise enough to know when to mind her own business. After all the less she knew, the easier it will be when she left her family to make her own life. She pushed back the stand of hair that seem always to fall over her face before pulling something from her sleeve which was a magazine page that display the cutest dog she ever saw. Of course her friends rolled their eyes as they expected a picture of a man not a dog. But then again all her friends knew she loved anyways though her father did not allow any into their home.

Zita quickly placed it away as and glance back at the blood king, nodding politely. She quickly turn her attention away as he display such an intimidating aura. She had no doubt the man earn the nickname which was why she was trying convince her father to allow her to travel. Thankfully she knew her father would never allow the blood king to marry her.Which was the only reason she accepted to give him a tour of their home, feeling safe.

 

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When Zita and the Blood King entered the main room, there was a ripple of slow claps. The people there knew who he was and didn't want to show him any appreciation, but at the same time were forced to show something against their will. The Blood King could see it in their eyes that they were bitter, narrow and no smiles, but he took it all with a smile on his face. That surprised him. He was smiling and when he stepped out in front of Zita's father, he held out his arms out from his sides soaking it all in, relishing the attention.

"Thank you" Donny Cecelia said to them, then turned towards Zita's father. Their eyes locked and it turned into a cold leer. "I thank you for inviting me into your home for this joyous of occasions." He didn't want to bring up the idea of peace.

Zita's father, the Don, slowly clasped his hands together below his waist and looked at the man. He could just finish him off right here. He could do it at the snap of a finger, but now just wasn't the time. He knew now it was the time for everyone to enter the main dining hall for their dinner. The table was capable of seating over 50 and was already laid out with enough food to feed an army with wine imported from Sicily itself.

As the guest of honor, the Donny Cecelia would sit at the end of the table across from the Don, flanked on both sides by the Blood King's trusted bodyguards.

 

[Kililia]

Zita smiles at the blood king but glance at her father, sensing the tension into the room. She quietly made her way to her father's side as she hugged him and quietly asked if he was alright as she was concern the stress would effect his health. She join the rest of the guest to the dining room before double checking with the cook.

Once she found everything in order she entered the room, passing by the main guest as she heading to her empty chair waiting by her father. She smiled at the guests as she quietly made her way to his side. The servant began to enter and bring the wine and serve everyone. She found herself wondering why in gods name had her father invited the most deadly man known to them. She started wonder if her father changed his mind of their marriage but doubted it since he would of warned her.

 

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The Don's trusted man, Donny, sat down next to the Don across from his daughter. He despised having the same man as the Blood King. Pursing his lips he looked at the Don, a man he swore his life to, and gave a half smile, a signal that everything was in order. The Don gave no recognition, his eyes were now fixed as the Blood King sat down, scooting his chair up to the table with his hands resting before him. The other guests sat down as well, a bottle of rich red wine was opened and passed around followed by another.

It was to break the tension. Alcohol tends to to that. The Blood King was given a bottle and poured himself a glass. The rich red wine came out seemed to match his name, dark as artery blood. He smiled at it. He passed the bottle on and picked up the glass giving a silent toast to Zita's father before taking a long sip.

The Don then asked that everyone begin the feast and take what they like. That was also part of making him relax by showing that the food wasn't poisoned.

 

[Kililia]

Zita found herself unable to stop glancing at the blood king as he seem to not have a care in the world. She did not see a hint of fear among the men that sat around the table and it concerned her.She sipped her wine that was poured for her, it was then that she notice her father's men did not invite their wives but the mistresses which was unusual. She glance at her father but could not read his face and sipped her wine again..

Sally Anderson was not all that tall,5'3 to be exact. She wore a tight leather dress exposing her over size cleavage (DD) which she use any opportinity to jiggle them. She had big brown eyes and look as if she done a few porn video. Her hair short with brown high lights and find the new don quite attractive. She winked at the man boldly before drinking her wine. Dipping her finger in her wine and sucking it as she smiled at him. Her man appeared to not pay much attention to his mistress.

Zita found herself horrified as she suddenly blurred out: " it is a pleasure to have you among us this fine evening...Mr.Cecelia...I hope the meal is at your standard" *hoping to distract him from Sally , not wanting her man to make a scene at the table*

Cathy West was almost 5'5 and wore her tight short black skirt and very low tank top that barely covered her C cups. She always pushes her dyed blong hair back to expose her bust and giggled for no apparant reason except get attention. She sat near Nancy Crest who was around 5'7, very skinny and had very long legs. She honestly looked over tanned and orange skin. Her mid red length hair in a pony tail as she wore a simple yet short dress that left nothing to the imagination when she bend over to pick anything. She purposefully unbutton her top to expose her cleavage . The women seem to compare their date's jewelry gifts. Whispering where the got them and their value . Till their men glares at them and they quieted down.

Zita noticed Macy Green young black african woman and seem to most arrogant and the oldest as she wore a dress that she obviously could not pull off. She tries to snob most of the other guests as she faulted her jewelry and rubbed her over size breasts against her man and glared to any woman that looked disgusted. She would throw loud comments and seem ready to fight at any retaliation.

 

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Macy Green stood out from the others with her race. In the Families, you weren't considered 'in' if you weren't Italian or Sicilian. They had to trace your heritage back to the old country, and clearly she wasn't, but she was the mistress of a Made Man. She wouldn't amount to anything in the Family. The others were the same, hiked up breasts, long hair, lots of skin. They loved to flaunt what the men gave them. The men themselves didn't really care, because they had their real wives to go back to. But this new man, Donny Cecelia, was striking them deep with his good looks but cold and calculating demeanor. You can tell just by looking at him that the gears were turning.

When Zita announced her thanks to him, the Blood King lifted his glass to her and replied, "I thank you for the invitation," then carefully sipped his glass, never taking his light eyes off of Zita. He knew just looking at her was driving her father wild, no matter how well he tried to hide it. A father is always protective of his daughter.

Cathy took a drink and asked, "Do you like to ride cars?" towards Donny Cecelia. Her breath was heavy with alcohol already. She deduced that a man like that had a lot of money that he would like to get rid of. Perhaps he could shower a few his way. But as she and the other bimbos of the table tried to vie for the man's attention, he didn't let up looking at Zita as he ate.

 

[Kililia]

Zita smiled at The Blood King as he raised her glass at him, she quickly look away as his attention seem to be on her. It was obvious that she was not used to have attention from men as most didnt dare knowing her father. She ran her slender fingers through her hair nervously as she could feel his deep gaze on her. She faught the urge to excuse herself from the table since her father made it clear to stay and act properly

Sally seem to notice how Zita appear shy as the 'special guest' seem to have his attention on her. She drank down her wine as she demanded a refil and blurr out: " Baby...that's not the way to get a man.."*points at Zita chest* " let the girls out to have some fun...me and the girls can introduce you to some fine men willing to pay...hehhe"

Zita tense up as she restraints herself from cursing the mistress out. Forces herself to smile " I assure you, dear ...none of your "fine men" could afford me... "

Sally glares at her: " dont need to look down on me...i bet your still a stuck up virgin with no man" *Smirk*

Zita open her mouth only to feel her father squeeze her hand as a warning. Zita bite down her tongue as she tries to calm down and not make a scene. She was shocked her father let some whore talk to her in such a manner in front of an important guest*

 

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Sally wanted to say something further, but the sudden plain of her earring being pulled by her man towards him made her yelp. He coldly warned her, "Shut your trap". Zita was the Don's daughter, and by extension to insult her was to insult him. Insulting was a one trip way to a body bag. He let go of her ear and resumed eating.

That's when Macy decided to take things one step further. The black woman rose up suddenly from her chair and walked over to the Blood King, thrusting out her chest as she walked to the Blood King. One of his men noticed this, but Donny Cecelia silently nodded to him to remain at ease. She wasn't a threat. The black woman then walked behind him and placed her long fingers, showing a lot of gold, on his shoulders and started to massage him. Her pursed lips fell by his ears and started whispering a lot of things that the others couldn't hear. It was without a doubt a lot of raunchy promises, what she could do to him. But, the Blood King didn't appear to be persuaded by it, even as she started pressing her massive jugs against the back of his head gently massaging him over his bristled hair.

When that didn't seem to stir him, she went back to her seat. Perhaps he would like some white chocolate? That's when Sally stood up to try her turn. She strutted and brushed her fingers over his shoulders, through his hair. This time she was open about what she wanted reaching down, grasping his cold hand, and having him wrap around her mammary glands. But, to her dismay, the man let go of her and continued eating. Twice. Rejected twice.

Perhaps he would like a fine redhead. Nancy rose up to try her thing. The men didn't bother to stop her. They wanted him to have his fun before he met his end. This was the last sweet flavor he would savor before going to Hell. Nancy thought, you don't sleep with a redhead, she tried like the others with whispers. She was a firecracker, she loved sex with many men, but her stuff did'n't set off the fireworks. The Blood King was cold as ice.

Cathy was the last. After seeing the others failed, she started to have doubts that she could get a rise out of the man. Even with her perky knockers, she touched the man and didn't feel the energy. Maybe, if all four of them got together? Maybe enjoyed a good gangbang? What man wouldn't with four well endowed women? They tried, even smothering the man with their chest, but it didn't work. The man seemed to have the eyes only for Zita.

 

[Kililia]

Zita smirked as her man pulled on her fat gold earring, pushing back her long hair as she enjoyed hearing to woman whelp. She turn noticing Macy get up, her eyes bulging as she boldly made a move. Gasps as one by one they took turn to seduce the man, she turn to her father shocked a he allowed this to happen at their table. She was horrified as the women took turns, open her mouth to stop them only to feel her hand crushed by her father's grip. She honestly started to think she be waking up from this embarrassing nightmare.

She lowered her gaze as she blushed as the girl tried their best to seduce him, her heart pounding in her ears. She started think her father lost his mind, glance at her painfully crushed hand. She strangely sense something as she turn to face the man, only to find him focus on her making her turn beet red. She looks away as her heart was racing and tried to break free of her father's grip. She whisper to her father: "What is the meaning of this...please stop this or let me go, father. I dont wanna be here..."

It was obvious she was not used to such display and wanted to feel from it all. She was panicked by all that was taking place, fearing the outcome*

 

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The Don held on to her hand tightly not wanting to see her leave. He wanted her to see this. Why though? The idea was to show that Donny Cecelia couldn't have what he wanted most, even when it was so close. If she left the room, then he would leave as well. Everyone had to see what was going to happen. It would show his power as a Don. If he could topple Donny Cecelia, the Blood King, then their turf would remain theirs for another 70 years.

Though the women continued with their playful attempts in wooing the man, it didn't make a crack. Then they tried to do it on his men, and they were just as cold. The Don's men couldn't believe what they were seeing. No man could resist a busty bimbo, but these men were like machines, no emotions. "Maybe they're fags" the Don's man, Donny, snickered to his boss. That was a possibility. Macy, the black girl, even sat on the guard's lap and ground her bubble butt on him, and couldn't feel anything.

"What the hell is going on here?" she muttered to the other girls, "Did they cut off your Johnson when you joined the crew?"

They didn't even answer to that making Macy shudder, "This is getting creepy."

All the while the Blood King continued to eat and not take his gaze off of Zita.

 

[Kililia]

Zita was completely panic by the whole display that she tried to pull her hand away even if hurt. She glance at the stupid women that dare touch the most deadliest man and his guards in a degrading way. She felt she was gonna faint the way her heart was pounding in her ears. She gulps as she notice how " The Blood King "stared back at her it was as if...she dare even think it...had only desire for her as his woman. She paled at the idea that he truly desired her which made no sense to her as they never met till this day. Yet his eyes seem to want to devour her and the fact they dangles her like a steak to a hungry wolf terrified her.

Zita turns at her father's man that dare make such a comment before these deadly men. She glance at the bimbos rubbing against the men and even dare speak so disrespectfully to them. It was worse than creepy, it was pure terrifying as they seem to have come with one thing on their mind. She looks at her father in despair as she fear the outcome of such a bold insult to a man such as the blood king. Fearing the men will kill them one by one , including her. Whispers: " Father stop this..you gone to far...they will kill us...all"

She boldly stands up and tries to pull free and fails miserably, she closes her eyes as if waiting for bullets to start flying and kill them all*

 

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Now it was time for the final toast. Zita's father continued to hold on to his daughter with one hand while lifting up his glass with the other. "I would like to make a toast to Donny Cecelia, for accepting our invitation for peace between our families."

The Blood King lifted his glass in return and nodded. "May there be peace between us," he said.

That was the cue for one of the servants to come forward. It was one the Don's men disguised as a servant. He wanted to be a Made Man, and this was his final test. If he could do this, one shot with a .25 caliber bullet to the back of the Blood King's head and the man would be set for life.

The servant came forward quietly with a white cloth draped over his gun hand and holding up a tray of more wine glasses. Zita's father saw him approach and kept his gaze on Donny Cecelia. He wanted to see the Blood King's face when that bullet burrowed into the back of his head. He imagined that when the bullet ended his life he would make another toast to his corpse and drink it while his corpse bled out.

When he stood directly behind the Blood King, the servant turned his hand to place the pistol behind his head, hammer cocked, finger grasped around the trigger. One little squeeze and it would be over. Zita's father looked on with a smile slowly growing upon his lips. His grip on his daughter's hand tightened to vice like.

He didn't suspect a thing. The guards were still eating. Then came the bang that made everyone at the table jump, but then came Donny, the Don's man, throwing himself over the table in front of Zita's father and landing on their food. The servant threw aside the silver plate and fired again, the bullet burrowed into Donny's stomach and he rolled and knocked over the Don. Her father's grip on her hand pulled Zita down with her until the three were a pile on the floor.

In a flash one of the Blood King's guards produced a long dagger and stabbed the man sitting beside him in the crotch and into the stomach. He got in eight power thrusts before the man could react and all the wounded man could do was rise briefly and fall to the floor. The other associates rose reaching for their hidden pistols, but the Blood King, sitting there with a smug grin, still sipping the wine as his guards reached for their own pistols and gunned them down. Like dominos they fell fast.

"Get up!" Donny called to Zita and the Don. Though he was wounded he reached for his pistol and pulled the Don to his feet and tried to make for the door and escape. "Run! Go!" shoving the two out of the dining hall. The Blood King's cold killers fired several shots but all missed. They were left with the cowering, crying bimbos. The room only had their cries as they hid under the table while the Blood King's men followed Zita, her father, and Donny to the room.

"Keep going. Get to the car!" Donny cried in pain. He was losing a lot of blood, but he kept going. Out the door they went towards their car. It was armored, the glass bullet resistant. "I'll drive. Get in the back," Donny coughed.

Zita opened the back door and jumped in, but just before he could get in the car with his beloved daughter, there was a sharp pain in his back that made the Don yelp in agony. Then came the hot sensation of some liquid rolling down his back. With his old eyes focused on his scared, screaming, and vulnerable daughter, the Don's hands gripped the edge of the doorframe mere inches from his daughter and safety inside the car. Then came the final words he would hear, "The Blood King will take good care of your daughter."

In a flash his whole life passed before his eyes, being a kid in Sicily, coming to America on a small ship, then building an empire by being a Made Man, his first whack, his beloved wife, Zita's birth, watching her grow up in a somewhat troublesome, but a fine woman, now he felt the darkness and the cold rolling through his body as he fell to his knees. His lips quivered wanting to say one more thing to his daughter, but nothing came out as he fell on his side on the rich green grass of the lawn as Donny towered over him with a long dagger in hand.

Zita looked at him with water filled eyes as Donny smiled. He was shot twice but showing no pain and to prove it he reached inside and pulled out two empty squibs and dropped it beside her father.

Out the door, walking with a wide smile on his lips, came the Blood King himself. Behind him were his two guards pushing and shoving the bimbos with them. Without a word the Blood King slipped inside the car with Zita as Donny, the traitor, closed the door sealing her inside with him. He would drive them out of there while his two goons took the bimbos in with another car.

In a flash the empire was gone.

 

[Kililia]

Zita stood there in horror as everything unfolded like a movie, she found herself to terrified to move or say anything as she realized her fathers plan to humiliate and kill the man before all of the men. Yet there he sat calmly as it was plain obvious that the blood king realized it far before she herself realized which send a chill down a spine. Hey eyes bulges seeing the servant press a gun in the back of the Don's head, opens her mouth to say stop but no words came out.

Zita looked at her father in horror and back at the blood king as she gasps in horror at what was about to happen before her eyes.She gasps as she found herself falling on the ground just as her eyes met the man's eyes. Donny command snapping her back to the present as she began to run and do as she was told .To terrified to be shot and killed for her father's insane attempt to kill a man.

Zita turn to her father as she jumped in the car only to see him be killed before her eyes. Screams at the top of her lungs as she looks up at Donny is disbelief as she realized he betrayed them.

She looked up from her father's corpse to find "The Blood King" walking towards her. She turns to escape by the other door only to find it lock. Just as she turns , gasps as he slips in the limo casually. Back away from him as far as the vehicle allowed her distance, fearing he would kill her slowly now to send fear among the families.

Zita found her voice after a few minutes: " Just kill me already and be done with it! " * As she prefer to be killed than tortured or sold or any other terrifying plans he had for her*

 

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"Why would I do that?" the Blood King said as he sat on the plush leather seats in a relaxed state with his arms stretched along the headrest and his ankles interlocked. He had the air of invincibility as Donny, the traitor, drove them away from the house. Behind them were the bimbos all crammed in the car with the two guards. Their future was in doubt, but for the Blood King, he had what he wanted.

"Right now the police will be responding to your house and will find a massacre. Your father tried to run for his life while his associates are gunned down. But that's all they're going to find. Don't expect a rescue from the police, or from your father's loyal subjects. They all belong to me. They all belong to me. Have been for some time. How do you think I've been able to hack at and steal so much of your father's empire?"

Beside him was the wet bar. He opened it, took a glass and filled it up with some whiskey, "I will say, your father has great taste in everything," giving a toast to her before drinking.

The limo took them through the city and towards the docks. The further they went the more Zita realized how isolated she was. There was no one that could help her or even hear her as they pulled up to a massive warehouse at the docks. Several men were standing outside and when the limo came to a halt they opened the door and out came the Blood King now officially a king. "Come out" he said to her coldly then extended his hand to her to accept.

 

[Kililia]

Zita looks confused by his question as she pales fearing what he planned for her be worse than death, watches the man in disbelief as he appear so relaxed after all that had happened. Pales as he mention what the cops will find at her home, gripping her dress as he reminds her they all belong to him. Shocked as he revealed how he manage to have her father's allies turn against him for their own lives.

She glared at him as he complemented her father's taste and toasted to her, she wanted to lunges at him but knew it would be unwise. She grip her dress till her knuckles turned white. She glance out the limo as it dawned on her , she had no idea where she was heading now. They seem to get further away from civilization as they finally arrived at the docks. Pales seeing men waiting for them, looks around and back at "The Blood King" who steps out of the limo, not knowing whats to come now. She looks up at him as he spoke before she reaches out, taking his hand, he could feel her trembling as she step out slowly. As she wondered if he plan to cut her in piece and drop her corpse in the water as a symbolic gesture.

She vowed she would find a way to get revenge on all that killed her family. She was so grateful that her two brothers were not at the meeting. She now feared what would now happen to her mother and two brothers,now that the head of her family was dead. She was unaware that her father had left her everything since she might be the youngest but always calm and collected when taking large decision. She had a lot of her father skills to run a business even one that be related to crime. She tried to hide her fear, refusing to look weak before these men and especially "The Blood King" She could not understand why he brought her here when he could simply shoot her with the rest of the men at her home.

 

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Taking her small, delicate hand, the Blood King led her into the large warehouse, flanked by his guards. As they came in they noticed the extent of the criminal empire with pallets upon pallets of smuggled goods including large green cases that could only mean weapons. When he took control of the docks he took control of all of the shipments coming in and out of the area and their tariffs. With them he was able to buy off the Customs officials and ICE.

Behind them came the struggling bimbos as they were stripped of their fine jewelry and ordered to march in the bare feet across the harsh ground. They were no longer women, but items.

The Blood King led Zita to the warehouse loft where the warehouse manager's office was. When he opened the door there was a man sitting behind the desk who immediately stood up in respect. "Boss" he nodded.

The Blood King nodded to him then stepped aside and pointed towards a large leather couch for her to sit on. He went to the doorway and looked down as the bimbos were clustered together. Surrounding them were a lot of eager men.

"We did it, boys" he called down to him. "The Five Families are now one!"

They cheered.

"I promised you that there would be more than enough to make you set for life. I am a man of my word. Now comes the time to share the loot. It will start with these five. They're yours. The money is on the way." Indeed it was. What Zita didn't know was, the Blood King had tracked down the banks where her father had laundered their money, their investments, and raided them and drained them completely. There was going to be a new way of making money and it starts with the collapse of her family and the rise of his, like a orchid flower needing to feed off another in order to bloom.

 

[Kililia]

Zita slowly followed him to the warehouse, looking at her surrounding, it was quite obvious that he had planned this for much longer than her father plan this man's death. Glances over to the bimbos with their make up running down their face, tense up knowing he has a much worse faith for them than death. She looked at the man that sat up greet his boss and back at "the Blood King" fearing whats to come of all this. She reluctantly sat down on the couch as she glance at the men, hearing them whimpering . Tensing up as the men cheered at their success in destroying her family.

Zita look around for an exit in hope to escape before he did something much worse for her as she is the daughter of his enemy. She noticed a small letter opening beside her, while they were distracted she slip it under her sleeve. One thing was for sure, if she was going down, she plan to bring as many as she can with her. She was determine to die than become some damn toy for being the daughter of a powerful mobster. Unlike most of the daughters of wealthy man, her interest were much more different as she plan to venture on her own without her father's money. She has worked all her life and always pulled her cash to hide it for emergencies. Yet she never imagine it be for something like this, she did not bother crying since that would not help her in any way. Her first priority was getting the hell out of this place alive.

She quietly try to study the place in hope to find a way out of this warehouse. She plan to get the hell out and not look back.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

There wasn't a long pause for meniacal laughter as in many movies. Now that he had what he wanted, toppled the empire and seized its assets, the Blood King was now prepared to relish in what he had as the other plans came together. The man at the table, Hector, informed him that the banks had been cleared out and the armored cars were on their way to the docks after the money had been transferred to unmarked vehicles.

There wasn't even gloating, either. Maybe a little. The Blood King had his drink in the limo, but he went into a pocket on his coat for a fresh cigar and lit it up puffing on it lightly as he looked down at his men acting like wolves with a fresh piece of meat. He enjoyed watching the bimbos squirm. They were helpless, much like Zita, but Zita had worth-they had none. Once they had outlived their usefulness, they would be gone.

After a few minutes of watching the fun, the Blood King turned about and carefully walked towards her, half smile on his lips. "We'll also be wishing your mother a happy birthday," he said coldly.

 

[Kililia]

Zita felt pity for the women knowing that they would have a horrible faith which be much worse than death. She was looking around the office when she felt The Blood King walk up behind her, making her gasps as she turn to face him. She paled at his statement, she could understand him wanting to kill her father , even brothers since they also were part of the mob business but not her mother. Her fear turn to anger as she looks at him: " You stay the hell away from my mother! She has nothing to do with my father's business and nor do i.... " *clenches her fists at her side tightly * You want to kill me, fine ! But i swear if you try to kill my mother or any other sick plan. You will pay!" *She found it very hard to stay in control of her emotions as he seem to be so calm after killing so many people. Her concern for her mother safety made it even harder to level headed around him as she had no idea what he had in mind for her* " Tell me what you have in plan for us already ...decapitation? mutilation?, torture, sell our organs? what?!? " *The waiting was driving her mad at least if she knew the type of death that waited her would allow her to prepare for her end*