The Mafia
People think the mafia only existed during Al Capone’s time and died when he did. Those people a... View more
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Dumb Luck (RP Chapter One)
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Dumb Luck (RP Chapter One)
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Garmoniya peered into a window on the manor from a few buildings over. “I know you’re in there.” He said as he checked the small piece of paper from a pocket inside of his coat. Putting it back, Garmoniya pulled out a small, foldable .22 caliber rifle. Quickly he loaded the gun and knocked it in his shoulder. He had been informed from an anonymous tip, that a member from the gang that killed his mother was a servant for the Zimbalti family. Quickly he aimed it and scanned the rooms for the retired gang member.
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Garmoniya spotted the man and fired three times. One breaking the window, two hitting his shoulder, and three hitting the side of his head. Garmoniya quickly picked up the small bullet shells and shoved them into his pocket and ran off back through the town on the buildings.
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(Oh lovely, everyone is after Bonnie’s family. Any other Zimbalti’s out there? x””D)
Mary smiled at the girl fondly. “And polite as well. Tell me, what reason have you come to our manor my dear?” Her smile darkened a bit. “Now think carefully and do not lie, it would be a shame to waste such a pretty face with a bullet.”
Bonnie walked through the house with only one hand in use as Dwyer sat himself on her arm that had the glove on it. She flipped over picture frames that had their ancestor’s faces on it to a picture of scenery, taking useful information and hiding it in the manor’s passage ways. She did the regular procedure of what every servant in the house was doing when a visitor entered before moving to the camera room and checking their property for any disturbances of their land.
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*getting out* trainers? they’re questioning my skill señor?
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“I was a member of the Gistillee’s. They did me wrong. I have valuable information,” she paused, “but in order for me to give you this information, I want in. I want to work for the family that’s I know deserves both towns.”
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“Trainers, yes, sir.” He nodded leading him into the room of trainers dressed in black. “Please, sir, show us…your skill.” He smiled like a snake with dark eyes. The sound of gunshots rang through the house causing them all to look up at the floor above. “Stay here and lock him down.” He said quickly, pulling a gun from his trousers and running up the stairs.
Mary looked up from the girl a bit distracted. “Find out what that was.” She snapped at one of the guards and they nodded before walking off. “I’m sorry of that, my dear. Uh…A member of the Gistillee’s? Information?” Her lips turned into a chesire smile. “You want in to our family? Its not hard, but, I don’t know if I trust you. What was your full name again?” She asked.
Bonnie, hearing the gun-shots does not even move from her spot to see what is. From the camera room she sees the servant drop to the ground, dead, and the broken window. She lurches from her spot and sprints out the house only stopping once to move aside a painting of the Godfather who was killed ages ago to get out a large gun that ran up to her elbow. She ran to town, scanning the streets for someone with a gun that could shoot that far, some men coming with her.
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“Viollette Gistillee. The daughter of the godparents,” she sighed, “my parents aren’t exactly what Hainesville thinks they are. I have enough information to ruin them. I want that town. And I know you do too. I’m willing to destroy them to help you and to help me gain Hainesville. There’s a lot of money in that town. It’s hidden, stolen. I know where is and how it was acquired.” She paused. “I can answer any question you have, Miss Zimbalti.”
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Garmoniya quickly put the rifles safety mode of n and folded it back up. He slid it back under his trench coat as he parkoured across the buildings until he dropped into an ally way. He flipped his collar on his coat up to hide his face as he walked down the sidewalk.
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Bonnie ran across the sidewalks of town, her men with her. “Scan the area.” She said calmly and looked up to Dwyer who flew in the skies. Pulling out her cell-phone she watched to see if he was picking up anything from the camera her mother put to spy on her. Little did the woman know her daughter was one step ahead of her. Catching sight of a shady man with a trench coat she looked up from the phone and quietly began to follow him.
“Daughter of the Gistilee’s? In my house?” She stood, her eyes darkening. “I’m sorry, my dear, but I know gang’s as well as you know the back of your pretty little eyelids and I must say I understand the loyalty each gang member has to their gang. Ecspecially those of blood from them…tell me, what have they done to make you sour enough to leave their safety and rashly come to us? Surely you know you will not be able to do anything if the gang knows you have betrayed them.”
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Noticing the woman following him as he turned a corner, Garmoniya slightly picked up pace but not enough to tell he had noticed.
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“Loyalty to my family?” Violette laughed out loud and then it’s suddenly replaced by rage. “They’ve killed their own blood. Their own son. That, Miss, is not loyalty. I will not serve a family that kills their own.” She takes a moment to calm herself down. “He, my brother, made a simple mistake. He was the treasurer. Miscounted the money by $50. Fifty dollars can be easily replaced in that down. He was tortured and died a slow, painful death. That is not what will serve.”
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She walked a few people behind him, but her eyes set upon the back of his head. Tucked in her waist was the gun, safety off and ready to go. If all these people were not in the way she could clean this up rather nicely, kill him just for being suspicious and her family would not care. Neither did she mind it, tying up loose ends. Dwyer, clearly taking notice to her bee-line follow swooped down into a tree near the man with a crash of twigs being broken, showing off his full 6 foot wing span he looked at the man with piercing gold eyes.
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Garmoniya shoved his hand in his pocket and grabbed his trusty butterfly knife and had it hidden, but ready if anybody were to strike him or make a move.
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Bonnie gritted her teeth. So troublesome, so tedious, but if she were unable to catch the culprit it would be trouble. Shameless, she ran up to the man before touching his shoulder, “Excuse me, sir-“
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Garmoniya jumped fowards and turned around as he felt her hand on his shoulder. Quickly he whipped out the knife then realized that it was the woman who had been following him “What do you want?” He asked in a slight Russian accent and looked her over and noticed the gun on her.
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