Olive
I watched the buildings around us turn into blurry blobs of color as we sped down the interstate. It was such a gorgeous sight from the outside. The inside, well, not so much.
Pops called it, The East side turned into a shit show. There was no longer anyone to fear. The don was dead. All street rules were forgotten and chaos ensued.
My crew grew restless the day after Pops died. They werent very empathetic and wanted to get right back into business. That's the mob for you, I suppose.
"Miss Semone, We have arrived." I glanced away from the window and towards my escort. Apparently being the boss means you have to have twenty-four hour surveillance and protection.
"Has Mr Bianchi arrived yet?" I asked and began to arm myself. I carried an unnecessary amount of knives of my person at all times. Firearms aren't my thing.
"I believe so. His goons are posted outside." Rodrick, the escort, nodded towards the familiar family restaurant - 'Taste of Italy'.
There were two very large men posted on either side of the main entrance. I could take them.
"Alright. Lets get this over with, yeah?" I asked as I opened my door.
"Miss Semone, please wa-" I closed the door before he could finish. I sure as hell didn't need help opening a door.
I quickly made my way to the building, ignoring the men out front and pushing my way threw the door.
All of the tables that were usually occupied were now empty. Well except for one.
I held my head high as I approached the man who could only be Mr Bianchi. My father despised this man and his very existence. Seeing the smug expression on his face as I closed the distance, I couldn't blame him.
"You must be Miss Semone," Mr Bianchi held out his hand and I placed mine in his. He quickly placed a kiss on the top of my hand and I had to fight the urge to punch him.
"Mr Bianchi, Its a pleasure to finally meet you." I put on my best poker face and flashed him a flirty smile. I could tell he was focused on the ruby red lipstick that lined my lips. No doubt he was imagining vile things.
"May I?" I nodded to the chair at the table.
"Oh my! Of course." Mr Bianchi rushed to pull out the chair and I quickly sat down. He took his place opposite of me seconds later.
"Now I'd love to chit chat and get to know you a little, but Im a very busy man." He chuckled and sat straighter.
"Dont worry, Mr Bianchi. I didn't come here to mingle." I gave him another smile before reaching into one of my thigh straps and removing the check I had placed there.
"A check?" Mr Bianchi cocked an eyebrow at the white slip of paper. Did he think this was for him? Silly man.
"Rodrick." I called and Rodrick strolled to the table.
"Yes, Miss Semone?" He kept his eyes glued to mine, a respect thing nonetheless.
"Can you give this to Mrs Rossi? No doubt having the restaurant closed for the day is bad for business." My father always gave Mrs Rossi a grand whenever he needed the restaurant for a 'meeting'.
"Yes, Miss Semone." He nodded and gently took the check.
"Oh and I'll take that." I nodded to the black case he had been carrying. Rodrick gently sat it on the table and made his exit.
"I was a little worried your father didn't tell you about our arrangement." Mr Bianchi chuckled nervously and I slid the case towards him.
"I know about everything." I said quietly. His face turned red very fast.
We continued to discuss a few minor matters before I allowed him to count the contents of the case.
"Very good. I'll have my men load your package." Mr Bianchi stood and I did the same. We briefly said our goodbyes and soon enough, I was in the backseat of the family car.
I quickly opened the package to make sure the deal was done right.
"Rodrick?" I called to the front.
"Yes, Miss Semone?" He answered quickly.
"May I borrow your side arm for a moment?"
***
"What is this?" I asked shoving a box of bullets in Mr Bianchi's face.
I had managed to get him all the way to the Semone mansion and into the chamber without any issues. He is nothing without his soldiers.
"Ammo! We agree to that, no?" His voice was shaky and the blood running down his face made it hard to take him seriously.
"This isn't ammo." I took a clip and loaded the 'bullets' into it.
I held the gun to his head, "Please! Miss Semone, Im sorry." Mr Bianchi begged for his life but It didn't stop me from pulling the trigger several times.
Nothing came out other then smoke.
"Fugazi!" I yelled and tossed the gun onto the floor. His eyes were wide, no doubt he was in shock. For being known as a badass, he sure wasn't one.
"Y-you pulled the trigger." He whispered and looked up at me.
"And? Idioto. You sold me blanks." I sighed and sat in the chair across from him.
"I would never!" He said in disbelief.
"Sure. Listen," I leaned closer and lowered my voice, "I'll let this slide. Im new, I get it. You thought you could trick me."
"I didn't-"
"Quiet, Idioto," I gripped his chin, "I want triple what you sold me today, and I want the real deal. Anything less and the Boston Police will find you in a ditch." I smiled and let go of his face and he quickly nodded. I almost felt bad when tears began to roll down his face.
"Henderson," I called out to a guard and he was by my side before I could finish saying his name. My pops was brutal, I cant blame them for being so proficient.
"Take Mr Bianchi here out for an airing, then toss him wherever is convenient for you." I stood from the chair and left the chamber. His screams would be my lullaby tonight.