Vixen's stilettos clicked a staccato beat as she stormed out that council meeting, steam practically comin' outta her ears. That snake Mara really twisted her arm on this one, the conniving puttana. But Vixen weren't no pushover - she'd get that bitch's evidence even if she had to go Bronx on every rat in this vipers' nest.
Thoughts raced to Lucia's figure, "if that old battleaxe thought she could force an underling's obedience, she was about to get a rupturing surprise." She chuckles.
Gabriela glanced up sharply as Vixen breezed into her chamber like a cyclone of barely contained fury. Her immaculately arched brows lifted quizzically. "Yeesh, what went down in there, chi? Didja win the shit-talkin' contest again? You look like you're two seconds from putting a shiv in someone's ribs."
