Mafia Minds

[MistakenAngel]

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Antonia checked the pistol snugged into the back of her belt for the third time in as many minutes. Even with the two burly bodyguards at her back, she was nervous. She couldn't understand why; she was armed, guarded, and even without her gun she could still defend herself. Even so, the man she was intended to meet with intimidated her to no end.
Tall, with a shock of dark, slightly spiky hair, he towered over her 5 feet and 9 inches, 6 feet if you added her heels, by a good six inches. She feigned stretching her back to check the pistol yet again.
"Your father sent you to me." Even his voice was intimiating, deep and gravelly, and Antonia shuddered even as she nodded. "Then this is for you." The man slid a small wrapped package across the table to her. She slipped this into the pocket of her black leather jacket and stood, settling her fedora on her head again, not saying a word. She shook the contact's hand before turning on her heel and stalking out of the restaurant.

[Ace]

Cobra sat in his office looking through all his paper work, sorting out minor details and payments owed by a couple business, a couple was all they had, they wasn't a major threat to other gangs and shop owners but that was about to change, cobra was brought in by the new don, under the new don and underboss the mob was about to take the world by storm. As he scanned through the payments list he noticed that the coat of arms owed $200 to the mob, cobra was not happy and slammed his fist on the desk.
Cobra picked up the phone and rang the secretary
"Call the new one."
"the new one sir?"
"uhh hes always calling my brother."
"oh him, yes right on it."
"tell him to come to my office and tell him not to be late, thank-you joanne."
--beep beep---

Cobra looked through the rest of the payments and everything was in check, he got up and walked towards the water dipenser to get a cup of water.

[LightoRaito]

"That's it, hold still, fathead." Alfonso lined up his target's head in his sights. He had an easy job this time. An important consigliere from a rival family was attending a black-tie party. Killing him would open up some extra business opportunities for the family, and would deal a massive blow to rival business as well. Plus a little bit of extra spending money for himself. He had the target right where he wanted him: talking, standing still, unguarded, and totally oblivious.
Alfonso pulled the trigger. The window shattered, blood flecked the bystanders, and the man fell in a heap. Alfonso stood up and shouted "Yes!" pumping his fist.
While he was celebrating, the target's underlings had already gathered around and seen where the bullet had come from. Alfonso was shaken out of his victory dance from their shouts. "Hey, there he is! He's up in that building across the street!"
Alfonso turned just in time to see them draw their guns. "Ah, piss." He down the stairs as they started shooting at him. He sprinted down, taking the stairs three at a time. He had to beat the others down there or he was toast.
He ran out the front door. Thank God, his ride was still there. He started to open the door right as his pursuers burst out from the door on the opposite side of the street. "Go, go, go, fucking go!" he shouted as he jumped in.

[Cedric of trall]

Alto shivered it was cold out here and wet but he was told to stay out here while brother was at work and he was going to listen to brother. "Alto", brothers secratary said "Cobra wants you". Looking up Alto smiled she did have such preety eyes, standing up he was quickly ushered into brother's office, "what can I do brother" Alto asked eagerly?

[Ace]

"ahh you have arrived, how would you to come and pay a little visit to one of our businesses, they have missed a couple of payments they owe quite a large sum $200 in fact. We leave in around 10 minutes"
Cobra chucked Alto his keys to his car, and handed him a pistol.
"keep it hidden, and go and start the car"

[Cedric of trall]

Smiling Alto nodded "you got it" he said sticking the pistol under his shirt. Juggling the keys he opened the door and walked outside, he opened the passenger side door, sat down, and started the car. While he was waiting for Brother to come out, Alto wondered what exactly brother was going to do to the owner of the business or whether he would let Alto help this time, probably not but it was always fun to picture himself at brothers side.

[MistakenAngel]

Antonia slid gracefully out of her black car, stilettos first. Unfolding her slim body from the back seat, she was immediately flanked by her two burly henchmen. She cast them a scathing look apiece before striding angrily into her father's office. The two men took up positions outside the door as the young woman slammed back the door of her father's study. The graying man raised his head from his papers, flanked by his own muscle-bound men.
((Anything in italics is translated from Italian.))
"Papa, you asked for me?" The graying man stood up, smiling indulgently at his daughter.
"Yes, Antonia. You have been very useful to me, and I think it's time that I rewarded you." He gestured to one of his men, and a plane ticket was shoved rather rudely into her hands. She stared down at it in disbelief.
"You're sending me to America, Papa? Why?" The dark-haired young woman seemed rather angry.
"Because you are my daughter, and you deserve a vacation. We are sending you to Chicago. There you will find a man called The Cobra. He is part of--" Antonia cut him off.
"Papa, I do not want to go to America."
"You are going, Antonia, and that is final." The graying man sat down at his desk and opened a tooled leather folder, signaling the end of the conversation. Antonia stormed out of the study, slamming the door behind her even as her own bodyguards fell in behind her.