[@Vas Khaleen][@KaijuBaragon][@Doc Doctor]

Rebecca tipped her shades slightly at the two, eyes narrowing and brow crinkling in befuddlement.  Funny, she didn't recall this being an open meeting, and if she had her Irish Whiskey Rose at her side, she would show these two meddlesome fucks how rude they were to interrupt her private affairs

And while she had no qualms about Ivan, the dapper gentleman he was...her skin started to itch when the [i]Bitch from Hell[/i] bolstered through the door so uncouth.

Twas no secret the Bastards of Hell and the Valentine Family were locked in a brutal turf war over Bartlett Square.  Blood flowed like the money would when the Mafia obtained that part of the city, expanding their gambling and drug empire, yet these uncivilized, trailer trash meth junkies thought.. and still think they can hold out against the Cosa Nostra, the elite.

It's not as if Rebecca tried to be civil at first, but when her advisor returned from Bartlett Square...cut to ribbons with a chainsaw....that's when the [i]Intocabile[/i] made her declaration of war...

...by burning five of Linda's men alive...

[color=ec008c]~"Ah, Linda, so nice of you to drop by."~[/color]  The Mafia Queen's response was sincere yes, but only in tone.  There was that underlying venom she held in her gut for the bitch, as it showed in her serpent eyes, eyes that gradually moved from the redneck to the Russian, [color=ec008c]~"And Ivan.  I assumed you would be trading AKs with the Somalians, but nevertheless, you made time to drop in and see a dear friend.  How courteous of you....but that's beside the point."~[/color]  A sly insult, she flicked the ashes of her cigarette onto those scuffed and muddy boots of Linda's, a coy smirk of her lips.  [color=ec008c]~"Your interruption of an important meeting between the Cosa Nostra and Mr. "First Degree" Donny is both unwelcome and an insult...personally to me as I made it clear to Donny boy we would have no such interference during our liason.  Now you have two choices.  You can either leave peacefully, and we will forget this never happened, or....you can leave in a body bag when my Irish Rose arrives."~[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"Ye herd the lass ye cunts."[/color]

The thick Irish brogue of the woman was followed by the telltale click of a. 45 hammer thumbing back.  At that time, she came swaggering out of the dark unexpected by both Rebecca and those who were present at this little...impromptu get together, a Kimber Warrior 1911 in one hand and a flask of Jameson in the other...the [i]Irish Rose[/i] evidently drunken by it.

[color=ec008c]~"I had hoped you would arrive sooner"~[/color]  She hissed under her breath.  [color=ec008c]~"Rhiannon."~[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"Aye.  I would've."[/color]  Replied Rhiannon in slurred speech.  [color=8dc73f]"But I wa finishin' op dat job for ye."[/color]  She stumbled up to the table, wasting no time in flopping down beside the biker, taking another swig of her flask.  [color=8dc73f]"Soooo....Ivan the Terrible an Harley Davidson walk into a bar.  Wot?  No Guinness?  An' who's this pretty boy, Ol' Beck?"[/color]

Rebecca sighed with a low, audible growl, [color=ec008c]~"This, Rhi-Rhi, is "First Degree" Donny, a most trusted and respected hitman in the criminal underworld.  I was hoping to acquire his services for the Valentine Family,  but then these two happened along our meeting....which I'm beginning to suspect they were informed."~[/color]  Her eyes shifted suspiciously from Linda to Ivan.  Just how did a weapons dealer and a white trash whore learn the most powerful woman in the city had arranged a meeting with Donny boy?

[color=ec008c]~"Now then....if you two would be so kindest to leave, I would like to continue discusing my arrangements with Donny boy....alone."~[/color]