Order within Chaos
A small sigh excaped her pink lips as she stared at the gun in her hand; she was trembling. She didn’t know why, it wasn’t like she hadn’t dealt with dangerous people before… perhaps it was because she had never dealt with anything higher than the street gangs; she had always been told not to meddle in the affairs of organised crime… it always comes back to bite you. James was a perfect example of that.
I say who lives, I say who dies.
James’ words spread through her thoughts, contaminating them like a deadly gas. He stood on top, he had it all; the power, the glory, the money… so what possessed him to even try and mess with The Mafia? She frowned… what possessed her to want to clean up his mess? Her eyebrows rose in a dismissive manner, perhaps it was because the gang was all she had. Being the youngest, she was always looked out for – nobody messed with the little sister of the big bad James Lécuyer… maybe it was time to return the favour.
She frowned as a hand touched her hair, ruffling it and knocking her out of thought,
“What’s up, Rina? You look down,” a small hiss sounded as she swatted Jase’s hand away. He chuckled and moved around the couch to plonk himself next to his kid sister,
“It took me two hours to do my hair this morning,” she whined childishly, her serious aura completely forgotten, “why’d you have to ruin it?” she asked, dropping the desert eagle and raising her skinny fingers to mend the few faults in her hair. Jase simply laughed,
“Jeez Arina, you’re so superficial,” her green eyes swept the room trying to locate the new voice, they narrowed on a muscular blonde who was leaning on the doorframe with a smug smirk,
“Jeez Arina, you’re so superficial,” she mocked in a stupid voice as she stood, “shut up Reid,” she ordered, grabbing her gun and placing it in her bag. She would have put it under her shirt, but it was currently too tight to place even a bandaid under it. With a small inspection in the mirror, she okayed her appearance – the high heels and tight jeans weren’t the most practical attire for what she was getting herself into, but she always made the point to look good, despite how long it took her.
With another glance to her brother and fellow gang member, she sighed again, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” she murmured heading for the door of the run-down apartment. The two watched the youngest member of the gang in confusion,
“If James finds out, you’re history!” Reid called – the two boys were the only one’s she had trusted with her whereabouts; more for the fact, if they didn’t hear from her, they could go looking for her… then again, they could die if they went around asking questions. She scoffed at the thought; she wasn’t going to be left behind, that was just stupid – it wasn’t like she had a death wish.
“Tell him I’m with Tammy,” she replied, the boys frowned, “and when he questions that… because he will,” she paused for a moment, not wanting to hear about the consequences of the lie, “tell him I’m with Hemmings,” she stated in a cool voice; knowing James would march over there with an army to get her back from the opposing gang.
She was rather good friends with Chris Hemmings, but James and the rest of the gang, however, were not so enthused to know him. Chris ran a gang, second only to James and the boys, which made him a rather dangerous threat. Lucky for them, however, he resided on the other side of town, so he never really had reason to take James’ territory, but the risk was always there.
Knowing she had a solid cover, she waved to the boys and closed the door behind her; breathing a sigh of relief as she did so – step one was complete. But she had only just gotten out of the house.
Her green eyes grew big in awe as she stared at the building. Slowly, she recovered and a perfectly curved eyebrow rose – this place was classy to say the least. The second eyebrow rose for a moment, dismissing her thoughts, before her features relaxed once more. Fixing her hair and her attire slightly, she willed herself to step forward towards the entrance, one step after another – and finally she entered the building. Once again going through the awe process, it was as nice inside as it was out.
“Can I help you?” a male voice forced her to snap out of it as her head jerked to the left, her eyes landing on a well dressed man. She frowned, he didn’t sound like he wanted to help… he sounded rude. Arina instantly didn’t like him, however, she kept a polite façade on.
A sweet smile engulfed her features as she fiddled with her hands, looking up at the man from under her thick eyelashes – she was faking the shy deal, but she didn’t want to give the guy a bad impression,
“Oh, sorry sir,” she murmured in a sweet tone, “I had an appointment with Mr Vella this morning,” she explained, averting her gaze and looking around the room for a moment. She then looked back at him with another sweet smile, “My name is Arina Lécuyer,” she added – knowing the name would probably change his perspective on her for the worst… but hey, it was nothing new.
The man's eyes darkened - all of a sudden his persona changed, as she predicted, for the worst. With a quick grunt, he turned on his heel and beckoned her to follow him. She frowned at his retreating figure; what a stiff - where did he get off, judging a book by its cover? She poked her tongue out at him before the clicking of her heels sounded, indicating that she was following him once more. Perhaps she was being hypocritical... But she couldn't do wrong - or so she thought.
He took her up some stairs and some elevators, along with a run of twists and turns throughout the building; she was lost, totally and completely lost. Did she come in through the back door? This place didn't look so big from the outside... What kind of guy hid his office so far into his own building? Maybe he was crazy; surely not as crazy as James - but James was a weird kind of crazy... Speaking of crazy, she would be crazy not to buy those shoes she saw the other day - or did she want the dress instead? Perhaps she could get both; oh and she needed to make a booking at that new Chinese restaurant so Reid could follow through with his promise... He'd never take her otherwise. Yum cha is such a funny name for food; it reminded her of that character off that one TV show called-
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted as the stiff cleared his throat, her green eyes snapping up to meet his,
"Mr. Vella will see you now,"
She frowned at his tone of voice; however, without so much as a thank you, she brushed past him, pushing the door closed behind her. Her eyes swept across the room, identifying two men - which she deemed strange, considering the meeting was supposed to be exclusive. She studied the younger man closely, he was without a doubt good looking, but was he another stiff? All of a sudden she was aware of the gun in her black purse which was safely tucked under her arm... Perhaps he was security.
With a dismissive raise of the eyebrows, she smirked playfully, slinking over to the mob bosses desk,
"Mr. Vella," she mused in a flirtatious tone, turning her charisma up to full notch, "it took a lot of work to get this little meeting with you," she paused for a moment, her eyes flickering up to the other man, "and I don't even get you all to myself,"
Obviously she was playing - and she hoped he knew. She sat herself down in the armchair in front of his desk, crossing her legs and propping her chin up with her arm which rested on the arm of the chair.