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cherxyx · 6 months

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time

1. Curiosity Kills The Cat

Warnings: Murder, gun, grabbing, mentions of seasonal depression, a lot of inner self dialogue, takes places in November near December, Screaming

It has been snowing all this week. Making it difficult for you to get home during classes—"Y/N" You redirect your attention to your classmate, Jack, "Sorry, I was distracted…um, what do you need?" "You ok? You've been 'distracted' for the previous two weeks," he said, using quotation marks around distracted. Subsequently to highlight his suspicion.

"To be honest, I haven't been feeling well. Seasonal depression is kicking my ass right now," you murmured, returning your gaze to the window to avoid seeing Jack's expression. All you could do was be embarrassed. Why is it so hard to open up? "I'm not trying to vent to you," you murmured as you watched snowflakes slowly melt on the glass. "It's absolutely fine, Y/N. You are welcome to vent to me; my mother suffers from seasonal depression."

All the more reasons to avoid venting to him, you thought.

Oh no, mama. I absolutely forgot to call her back last night, or was it Tuesday? No, it had to be last night. "Can you tell me what day it is?" you asked. "Friday, why". I haven't called her in almost three days. She's going to murder me. "Y/N!" exclaimed Jack. You quickly turned around to face him. "Stop doing that," he said, "doing what?"

"That," he explained, you were still confused. "You always appear to be in your head, as if your mind is a working machine. You may not convey it verbally, but your facial expressions do. Just talk," he quickly said. "Sorry force of habit," more like I was never able to talk about my feelings. Always being ignored or talked over, but he wouldn't get that.

No. Jack is one of the most popular students at our school. He's attractive, but his family ruin his reputation. "I'm sorry, next time I'll talk, but it's time to leave," you said, just to get him away so you could be alone. "I have a long walk and it's snowing, which means it's freezing," Jack grabbed you as you rose from your seat after you gathered your belongings.

“You have been acting like this since you got here. Are you sure it is seasonal depression” he said. “I’m sure,” you said. Cautiously. After an awkward pause, you finally said “bye Jack”. He watched you walk to the side door and leave.

When you finally made it outside. You made sure to wrap up warmly before walking again. As you walked, you noticed the lights hung in the trees; the stores are all closed now, but they do look nice when they're turned on. The Christmas lights turned on with the cute Christmas trees in the window. You made an effort to walk slowly, even if you were cold. I'm already ashamed about not having a car, so let's not add to that by busting my ass. You thought to yourself as you tried to move away from the slick areas.

You were taking a break when you heard laughter and noticed a group of people walking together. It made you miss your friends, at least one of them. She was back in your town with her husband and two children.

Perhaps that's why you're like this, you reason. You're out of your element, haven't made any friends, haven't gone out, live alone, and are now the "new girl" in school.

"I'm so out of my element," you thought to yourself out loud as you approached the shopping center.

It's not like the Holiday season will always be unpleasant; it could just be an undesirable cause of your seasonal depression. Hopefully. "Everything takes getting used to," you tell yourself again. When you go past the usual water fountain in the park, you mentally note that you're getting close to your apartment.

You heard a loud scream as you walked by the park. You came to a halt and took a glance around your surroundings. Nobody. You shake your head and resume your walk but at a faster speed.

Your rapid pace got you to your apartment faster than usual. You step in with a deep sigh. During the winter, you remember to say hello to the homeless man who lives next to the desk. What a nice guy, you think as you make your way up to the third level. All of the elevators were "broken." You giggle knowing they'll never fix them.

When you arrived at your apartment, you took out your keys and entered. You were greeted by a hallway littered with shoes and jackets on the floor. A quick glance to your right revealed a kitchen full of dishes and leftover food from dinner. You sighed, knowing that you weren't able to get it cleaned at the moment. Finals for your nursing class are approaching, and you have yet to complete a single day's work. Take off your shoes and kick them to the nearest clean location. "I'll pick it up later," you said.

As you make your way to the living room, you are surprised at how tidy it looks. It's only clean because you only had enough energy to stay in bed. Even though your room isn't that messy which is surprising. You were only cleaning up in your room and bathroom since you were afraid of attracting pests.

You went to your room and changed into more comfy clothes. You wanted to take a shower, but you needed to clean the kitchen and hallway first. No point in leaning clean if you just going to sweat and get dirty. Hopefully, it will help you to clear your mind. You put music on your TV in the living room. The first song on your relaxing playlist was Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex. Then you got to it. Start by opening the windows and lighting a Christmas candle. The hallway would come first, followed by the trash.

After 2 hours of rush cleaning, you were finally finished and ready to sleep. Blowing out your vanilla-scented candle and then closing the windows. You were at the last window when you noticed someone running at the back of your apartment complex. You could tell they were bloody and clearly in distress. You were on the verge of calling for help when you immediately paused. What if it's a trap? you questioned.

You were going to close the window since you weren't sure what to do when you noticed a group. Close it. What's happening though. Curiosity got the better of you. The person attempted to turn around, but more people emerged from the shadows to stop him. Should you contact help? You questioned. A million questions were racing through your mind. You've never been in this situation before. A man approached the person who was now trapped and muttered something that you couldn't hear.

It didn't matter what he had said because you were witnessing the same guy pull out a gun on the person. Then, BOOM. A loud bang rang out. Because of the noise, you had screamed. Loud noises make you anxious. Dogs started barking and you noticed that some neighbors had turned on their lights. They'll call for help. You were still frozen in shock from the incident that you didn't realize to close the window or duck out of sight at least. As if on cue with your music, the entire group stared up at your open window. Your body finally sprung into action and you quickly closed your window.

Curiosity kills the cat.

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marskid11 · 6 days

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snake steals a bagel!!! (a comic I made for my illustration course)

#my art #illustration #digital art #character art #digital illustration #animation #my animation #my oc’s #oc's #snake and rat #mafia story

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filthy-mudeoki · 1 year

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Villains can fall in love

This villain did.

#vincenzo #vincenzo cassano #hong cha young #song joong ki #jeon yeo been #the villain we love and his lady love #mafia wifey … she just doesn’t know it yet #kdrama #kdramadaily #tvn vincenzo #tvn netflix #netflix korea #mafia story #consigliere

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fatalezr · 6 months

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The Final Takeover - Part Ten (a finale)

Helen felt the tears falling down her face and put her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The sound of Tommy gun fire was deafening and she saw a pool of red. Her father’s blank eyes stared at her from across the room. ‘Stay hidden’ she told herself, ‘stay hidden’.

Her mother was shrieking, crying and begging the three men in the room. She could glimpse the scene from her place of sanctuary under the stairs that she had been ushered into. “What do you want to do Al?” one of the men asked, grabbing her mother by her hair.

“Waste her” the lieutenant said coldly and the two men fired, the sounds of their weapons making Helen shake. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She wanted to shout, to cry out for her mother and father but did not do so.

“Hehe, fucking broads” Al had said as he walked from the scene, “no broad was ever worth more than nothing in this world”. His two lackeys had laughed as they walked away.

Helen stayed in her hiding place for an hour, petrified to move, unable to do anything except stare at the dead bodies of her parents. She dwelt on her mother’s teachings, her father’s business. The words of Al Capone as he walked away. “No broad was ever worth more than nothing in this world”. They seemed to echo around her head.

Years later…

The words of Capone that night spun around Helen Monroe’s head as she descended the stairs from the trapdoor in the church. She was not about to let him get away. She needed to prove his allies wrong, prove the country wrong, prove the world wrong. She was the stronger one and her gang would beat the mob at their own game. Capone represented everything she despised about her enemies, and his destruction was the only conclusion she needed.

She stepped into the dimly-lit underground tunnel and began hurrying along the muddy ground, keeping her Tommy gun ready to strike. Behind her came her most faithful lieutenants, Annie and Ruth, who she had known since the very beginning, Nellie, her old childhood friend and Suzy, the woman who had turned from being a gangster’s wife to now being one of the most feared killers on the planet. They followed close behind her.

The tunnel soon became brighter and Helen saw a ladder at the end. It seemed to lead towards daylight and she hurried towards it, stopping suddenly as she heard a click and then something metallic bouncing down. “BACK!” she cried to her lieutenants and she threw herself to the ground, trying to cover Suzy and Annie with her hands as BOOOOOM!!!!, a grenade exploded, splintering the ladder, its heat on her feet feeling ferocious.

She inhaled some smoke and coughed it out before feeling arms pulling her up. “Boss! Boss!” Nellie called, helping her up. Helen stood and took a moment to breath cleanly. She looked around. She was OK, as were the other women. They had reacted in time.

“I’m fine” she said, calming the others, “I’m fine”. She looked towards the ladder. It was cracked and useless but the opening to the world above was available. “Hoist me up” she said to Annie and Ruth, and the two women held out her hands for her shoes. She stepped into them and they pushed her upwards where Helen could use her strength to grab the outsides of the hole and pull herself out with a grunt.

She heard tires squeal and saw a black car pulling away from outside the churchyard where she emerged and knew it was Capone. She reached down into the hole with her arm and Nellie helped Suzy vault up, Helen grabbing her arm and helping to pull her from the pit. Together they got the remaining women out before dusting themselves off from the dirt. Helen noticed a few cuts in her suit but did not care. “Quickly, get in the cars” she said. “Ruth, you and Annie go together. Suzy, drive me and Nellie”.

They sprinted for their own cars that were parked nearby, starting them quickly. Suzy sped off after Capone’s car, trying to find it in the city. “Where do you think he’ll head to boss?” Suzy asked.

“He’ll be off to his hometown I expect” Helen said. “Grand Heron, on the side of Lake Michigan”. It had always been his refuge, ever since the days when her father worked in the small town, operating his own tailors independently. He refused to give into the mob and it was ultimately this that led to the then-lieutenant Capone dispatching him and his family.

The town had become run-down since those days, filled only with a few sycophants to Capone and a local sheriff who basically worked for Capone’s mob on the taxpayers dime. But Helen knew that when desperate, it would be his final place to make a stand. Suzy guided the car towards the town, followed by Ruth and Annie. They finally caught a glimpse of Capone on the highway as he sped past two cop cars that now tried to form a roadblock.

Helen did not even need to give the order to Nellie. Her friend had already put her Tommy gun out of the window and together the two of them shot up the makeshift roadblock, wasting the coppers and ripping them to pieces. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. “Oh yeah” Nellie said, enjoying the thrill of the kill as they added four more men to their body count for the day. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM.

Suzy slowed the car and Annie pulled up alongside them as they drove into the town. It was small, with only two main streets, the majority of the population having deserted or gone to Cicero itself as it grew. Helen looked at the once-familiar streets. It was the middle of the day and the town was deserted.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She and the other women ducked behind their cars as a hail of Tommy gun fire came towards them. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Helen glanced to see ten members of the town’s police and a few gangsters running for cover behind bins and cars along the main street whilst the Sheriff ushered the short and fat but unmistakable Al Capone into the local station.

She sheltered for a few moments as the men wasted their bullets against the armoured cars that her and her lieutenants drove. When they paused, she leaned out of the window and began to return fire. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She gunned down two coppers. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. A gangster in a suit caught a slew of bullets in his stomach. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. A copper was blown backwards by her volley and smashed into a shop window. She felt like a woman possessed.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Her fellow lieutenants joined in with the onslaught, gunning down everyone in sight. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM.

Helen looked down the street and her eyes widened. Coming towards them was a series of about two dozen cars, all filled with men in suits, all of them armed with Thompson submachine guns. It was a huge number of men, as if Capone had armed every lowlife he could get his hands on with every last bullet. “Take cover!” she instructed her lieutenants.

They did so, just in time before the shots rained down on their cars. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. It felt like a storm gathering over her head.

“No broad was ever worth more than nothing in this world” she heard Capone’s voice saying in her head. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The men fired from their vehicles at an impressive rate and Helen wondered whether the armour on the cars would hold up. For the first time since her takeovers had begun, she had doubts.

“Boss, look!” Suzy said, and pointed behind them. Helen looked out of the car back window and smiled.

“Of course” she said. Dozens of cars she recognised as her own were flooding from Cicero towards Grand Heron and Helen remembered that she was not a child anymore. She was a proud woman, standing at the head of more proud women who moved as one unit and stuck together.

The cars flooded past her and Annie’s own and screeched to a halt in front, forming their own defensive line, women already firing from the windows at the men. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM.

“Come on!” Helen said to Suzy and Nellie, and together they got out of their car, Ruth and Annie joining them, taking shelter behind the new line of armoured vehicles and joining in with the shooting. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Helen finished her magazine and reloaded. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The crescendo of Tommy gun fire was like nothing she had experienced before. It was everywhere, and now it was joined by the screams of the men as her army began shooting them all, pummelling them with bullets and turning them into a bloody mess.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Helen picked her shots and hosed each target she could find. No matter who the man was, he was killed. There was a BOOOM! Sound as one of the men’s cars exploded and she heard them screaming, crying out in pain and fear.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Her army kept firing, finishing them all. The remaining men had their spirit broken and began to run. Helen turned her gun towards them, gunning them down in their backs. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM.

“WOO!” The women around her were shouting and celebrating. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They fired a final volley into the last survivors before stopping and reloading.

The door of the Sheriff's precinct opened and a white flag was waved by the Sheriff as he ran outside. “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” he cried. “We surrender!”

Helen smirked. “What did you say?” she called over to him, as her gang began to walk towards his offices.

“We surrender! We surrender! You win! You win! You win! We surrender!” he cried out, his hat flying off his head. “It…it wasn’t my fault, it was Capone! He’s the enemy, not me! Not me! I surrender!!” He fell to his knees and bowed down.

“Ladies,” Helen said calmly, “do we accept his surrender?”

Her gang responded by all chambering rounds into their Tommy guns. Her soldiers stood in a semi-circle around the man and pulled their triggers. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Each woman emptied a magazine each into the Sheriff, reducing him to little more than blood and gore within seconds.

Helen smiled and reached into her pocket for a cigar but found she had none left. She let it be and walked up towards the station doors. “Dah, FUCK IT!” she heard the voice of Capone shout. Helen dodged out of the way of the door as BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM! The wood splintered as Capone emptied a pistol into it. BAM, BAM, Click, Click. She heard the sound of his magazine going dry and kicked in the door.

Al Capone stood before her, fumbling at his pistol, his black tie half off and his suit looking drenched in sweat. America’s Public Enemy Number One was shaking, and dropped a new magazine he had been trying to insert.

Helen looked at her rival, remembering the last time she had seen him this close. It was him who was cowering now, him who was at the mercy of her weapon. She reloaded her Tommy gun, as did the women behind her. “You know Al” she said finally, and he looked up towards her, “I seem to be out of cigars”.

He chuckled and put his gun down. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a solid gold case with his cubans inside. “We could make a deal” he suggested, “these and I walk out?”

Helen laughed and took them from his hands. “Oh Al” she said, “you know, no lowlife man will ever be any more than nothing in this world”.

Capone heard the variation on his own words and realised the game was up. He spread his hands wide and the women fanned out in a semi-circle around him, over a hundred Tommy gun barrels pointing towards him in leather-gloved hands, each woman in their pinstriped suit standing with an order and a discipline of the finest army in the world.

“Ladies” Helen said, putting her hand to her trigger, “let’s finish this”. She squeezed.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM.

Capone’s body was ripped to shreds in a moment as each woman emptied their fresh magazine, the close range of the shots singing his clothes before the bullets tore them into tiny atoms. Capone’s belly emptied of all of its contents, his face was turned to a kind of paste and even his bones succumbed to the rapid fire of the weapons. Helen felt a strange calm as she fired, her face turning into a smile and the sound of Tommy guns like the relaxing sound of waves at a beach.

The firing stopped and the women looked around at one another. Some were in raptures, others stood silent. Helen took a cigar from Capone’s gold case and lit one. Its taste was sweeter than anything she had smoked in the past. She looked around to see women now embracing, hugging, some touching themselves in pleasure, Annie and Ruth engaged in a long passionate kiss. She felt pride and love and admiration for them all.

After a few moments they began to break from their celebrations and look expectantly to her as she smoked. “Ladies” Helen said, “we did it. We are now the most powerful gang in Cicero, in America and in the world!”

There were cheers and shouts before Annie and Suzy began chanting “ALL HAIL QUEEN HELEN! ALL HAIL QUEEN HELEN! ALL HAIL QUEEN HELEN!” She smiled as she walked out of the station, the army behind her hailing her name and looked towards the skyline of Cicero in the distance. It was hers. It was all finally hers.

“Helen” a voice behind her spoke and she turned to see her old friend Nellie, “we’ve won. What do we do now?”.

She turned and smiled at Nellie and the other women, who stopped chanting to hear her answer. She gave a long puff on the cigar before delivering her answer.

“We do what all Queens do” Helen said. “We rule”.

#thefinaltakeover #thetakeover #hitwoman #female assassin #killer woman #mafia story #femme fatale

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bmbsonmondaymornings · 1 year

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Amore.

March 4th 1920 Saturday

Im new to the city. New York, Boston. I’m originally from, Louisiana. I moved to New York for a new start in life and needed to escape my family for awhile. I work as a singer in a speakeasy and I’ve met some of my now friends there. While I wasn’t on stage I was usually talking to my boss who also worked at the bar. His name was Tony and he was a very nice guy. As I was finishing my conversation with Tony, I realized a man way taller than me had been behind me just now. He caught my attention by saying “Can you buy me a drink, beautiful?” As I turned to see who was strangely flirting with me, I see a tall, and handsome man. He was a little pale with somewhat dark bags under his eyes, a soft smile and a pleasant look. He wore a pin striped suit, and what looked like very expensive jewelry. I ask curiously, “Why should I?” He responds softly with his face very close to mine “Because when I seen you I dropped my very expensive drink, dollface.” I smiled softly and looked up responding “Oh, I’m very sorry I’ll buy the drink for you.” Before I could grab my money and ask how much, he stops me and says, “I’m only teasing you doll, ill buy you one.” He says, but before I could tell him I can’t drink on my shifts, he yells for Tony saying, “Tony, I’ll buy her a drink and leave, she’s coming with me!” I felt confused on how he managed to get me a drink on my shift, but I thought not to question. (To Be Continued more than likely smut next chapter)

#black!reader #mafia story #1920s au #smut #fanfic #love story #singer!reader #vintage #mafia #Italian #Italian love story #love #love stories

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ghostpepp · 10 months

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Hi I’m thinking of writing a book tell me what you think of my idea

(Teacher by day mafia boss by night.)

Teaching 9th grade history is what you love doing teaching others about the past ,current and what could happen in future. But as soon as school bells ring. And the sun starts to set. You rule your cities most feared mafia.

(Also I would appreciate comments :D

#story #wattpad #writing #mafia romance #mafia boss #crime #mafia x reader #mafia story #teacher #hidden life

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ronniebennett · 7 months

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Games We Play - Round I: Never Have I Ever MASTERPOST

Summary:

When Valentina met Matteo in 2019, they both felt as if they'd known each other before.

Everybody knows Matteo Giudice is the first son of a billionaire who is probably, but not surely, the head of the Sicilian mafia. Everything he does seems to be for his own pleasure even though there's a certain darkness to him that seems to follow him everywhere he goes. Burnt-out from a young age due to his generational wealth, being bored is his biggest problem in life.

Valentina is the daughter of a successful Russian businessman and has always flown under the radar at school but now seems to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. There's something about her, as if she has something nobody else possesses, that stirs up Matteo's interest in the first place.

Somewhere along the way of trying to figure each other out they unintentionally fall in love. When buried secrets come out, their lives turn into a deadly game of power, in which love and war have no choice but to co-exist.

A slow-burn coming of age mafia dark romance novel, in which the only thing the protagonists know for sure is that fate doesn't care if you're ready for the love of your life.

Warnings: graphic sexual scenes, drug use, gun violence, death, and other organised crime activities

Characters (coming soon)

Chapter previews/collages (contains spoilers!) (coming soon)

World setting: Houses, Maps, Family hierarchies (coming soon)

Chapter List:

Prologue (Valentina)

Awareness (Matteo)

White lines and G&Ts (Valentina)

Smart, Beautiful, Annoying (Matteo)

Everything starts in New York City (Valentina)

The last time Matteo knew peace (Matteo)

The Levin Christmas List: Secrets & Gossip (Valentina)

Unfounded Apathy (Matteo)

What is desire? (Valentina)

Shifting Realities (Matteo)

The Past, The Present, and The Future (Valentina)

Fever Dream (Matteo)

The Switch (Valentina)

No going back now (Matteo)

Italian Summer (Valentina)

Sunkissed (Matteo)

The beginning of the end (Valentina)

Where it all begins (Matteo) - END of Round 1

#mafia romance #dark romance #mafia series #mafia au #gangster #slow burn #gwp #gwpseries #games we play series #never have i ever #coming of age #romance #mafia story #rival families #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers to enemies to lovers

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jmnjmnjmn · 2 years

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Long Story I | Mafia!BTS x Reader Story

Mafia!BTS x Reader x Police!BTS Keywords: mafia, police, crime Warnings: swearing, criminal activity Word count: around 3,000

A click and a thud. The house’s front door opened just slightly, quickly coming to a halt because of the inside lock. A click and a thud. Someone pulled and pushed the door forward again, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Jiyong-ssi,” a shaky voice called through the tiny gap. “Aren’t you missing something?”

A thud and a creek of wood under someone’s rushed footsteps. A cold hand wet with rain rested on the outside doorknob, twitching restlessly as Jiyong made his way to the house’s entryway. He set his hands on opposite sides of the little opening. His peach-toned hair and pale skin were a perfect contradiction to the dishevelled appearance of the girl standing outside his home.

“Yn-”

“Got everything you need in this shit hole?”

The angry tone and swear words made the man frown. He disliked any unnecessary elation.

“Yn-”

“You sure?”

A hiss and tongue click. Jiyong cracked his neck. He was annoyed with this repetitive scenario. That’s why he was moving.

“What are you getting at?” he asked in a cold tone, looking down at his interlocutor.

“You left your laptop in my car.”

Jiyong didn’t particularly feel the wind get knocked out of him at the sound of the statement. The sensation was closer to a slight speechlessness.

“Yn-”

“Your laptop. In my car.”

“Yn-”

“I have it with me. Do you want it?”

Yn shook a thin office bag at the height of his face. She was fed up with him. His jaw was clenched tightly. Most likely in an attempt to stop himself from saying something he didn’t intend to. She wished for him to so she could finally see what it looked like when he lost his temper.

“Look, Yn, you can’t be here. You can’t even be on the same premice as me-”

“You don’t need your laptop?”

The sudden raises in Yn’s voice didn’t startle Jiyong anymore. He was used to her impulsiveness. However, it would be a lie if he said he expected her to break the court’s current ruling and actually come see him.

“It’d be best if you just went on your way.”

A swish and a thud. Yn threw the computer to the ground. A thud and smack. She waved her arm and hit the door with an open palm.

“You don’t need me either?”

“Now, Yn.”

The calmness Jiyong emitted enranged Yn. She hated being the “hot head” in every situation.

“You don’t need fucking anybody. Isn’t that right?”

Jiyong closed the door. He didn’t even slam it.

“If you won’t leave I’m calling the police.”

A thud and a scrape. The door cracked open again. A thud, a scrape, a click. A thud, a scream, a crack. The door opened widely, making a hole in the wall with the knob.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

Yn stomped forward and pushed Jiyong with all her might into the wall. She held a baseball bat in one of her hands. The raindrops shined on its metallic surface.

“You did this to me!”

Jiyong felt an unpleasant crack in his back. He frowned, charging forward towards his attacker.

“So it’s about you now?”

“It never is!”

Yn flailed her arms forward pushing Jiyong so hard this time he fell backwards and to the ground. She watched him from above. He could see disgust and disappointment on her face.

”So I’m going to make it about me now. It’s about me now! Fuck you!”

A scrape and a smack. A thud, a scream, a crack. If it wasn’t for the narky neighbours the police would never show up and the fight would be going until the last man standing.

THE NEXT DAY

“It’s literally on tape. They’ve got you breaking in and entering on tape. Damaging private property. Assaulting a man-”

“He-”

Yn bit her tongue. She could say whatever she wanted in front of her attorney, but she decided to keep the more grotty thoughts to herself this time.

“It doesn’t matter. Just promise to get me the least amount of time you can.”

The man shook his head. He brought his hands to his face to wipe the sweat down.

“There isn’t much I can do.”

The confession was grim. Nonetheless, it was true.

“They proposed two years-”

Yn jumped up in her seat. Her hands slammed the table separating her from her counsel.

“Two!?”

“What do you want me to tell you!? That’s what you get after you tried to kill your friend over there.”

Yn slammed the table once more, only with her fists now. Her knuckles turned from pale to red.

“They already think I’m crazy and now they want me to waste two years of my life because of him?”

“You’re lucky I managed to disprove the deadly weapon charges. Pleading insanity was the best you did for yourself since this trial started. Do you take it or not? I need an answer and I need it right now.”

“No.”

There was no hesitation in Yn’s voice. She knew what she deserved and in her opinion that wasn’t it. She was going to fight for her freedom and good name even if she had to do it alone.

“Yn, think on it-”

“No deal. Go and tell that motherfucker he can take his deal and shove it up-”

ONE HOUR LATER

“Case number 2022JT3937: Kwon Jiyong vs. Bom Yn. This is the time and place for the sentencing hearing. May the defendant stand up and approach the podium. Court has thoroughly revised and considered the records concerning the defendant’s trial. Does council wish to be heard?”

Yn’s lawyer stood up from his seat and unbuttoned his suit’s jacket.

“Your Honor, my client knows that she made a mistake. She deeply regrets what she’s done and she has learned from the experience.”

“Do you regret what you’ve done, Miss Yn?”

The judge was an older woman. Her hair greyed at her temples and she wore thickly rimmed glasses high up on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were dark and omniscient.

Yn cleared her throat. She tried her hardest not to sound fake as she used the words her lawyer told her to.

“Your Honor, I did something inexplicable that I shouldn’t have.”

There was no waiting time for the verdict. It came instantly.

“Court finds the defendant guilty on all charges.”

Yn felt the corners of her lips turn down into a deep frown.

“Those being disturbing the peace, breaking and entering and aggravated assault, therefore, sentencing the defendant to three years in prison with the possibility of parole after serving the minimum of twelve months in the penal institution.”

Jiyong sighed before shaking hands with his legal team. He was more than pleased with the outcome of the trial. He got what he wanted after all.

Soon after hearing the sentence, Yn was approached by one of the court guards. He led her through the room. She ground her teeth as she passed Jiyong. Seeing his smug smile angered her to no limit. The only thing distracting her from charging onto him as she did barely two days prior was that she was too preoccupied studying the bruises she left on his face.

TWO HOURS LATER

“Have a seat right there for me. Is this your first arrest or have you been arrested before?”

“I have been arrested before.”

“Do you drink alcohol?”

“No.”

The set of questions asked by the prison nurse was no different than the one Yn knew all too well from jail. Her answers were automatic.

“Give me your left wrist. We’re going to fingerprint you, get you to sign your fingerprints cards and then we’ll get you dressed in.”

One of the deputies led Yn into a room that looked like every other in this building. White and beige brick walls, steel doors, barred windows.

“Everything you’re wearing is going to go into this plastic bag to be stored. So by the time you’re done you’re completely naked. Get to it.”

Yn watched her things be shoved into a white garbage bag. Her jeans and sweatshirt, her shoes. Her phone and house keys were taken away before she even got processed into the prison system. All she had now was a thick plastic wristband with her picture and information printed on it and a set of dark blue uniforms.

FOURTEEN MONTHS LATER: JANUARY

“I’m all the way out!”

“A-T-W, baby!”

Yn laughed as her cellmate chanted the good news. She was happy. She went in front of the parole board, she stated her case and she got accepted. She got twenty-two months cut from her sentence in exchange for a year-long probation period and mandatory therapy.

It was late at night when one of the deputies came to take Yn for processing out. She didn’t have much to take with her. She left her toothpaste and shower gel for her friends, she had already eaten or given away her commissary. She put some papers into the plastic box serving as her temporary suitcase. Those notes were the most important things that she had. Letters she wrote to herself during her time inside and letters her inmate-friends wrote to her as a way of saying ‘goodbye’.

Pull and zip up. Push and tie the knot. Putting on her old ‘outside’ clothes didn’t feel good for Yn. They have been in that same plastic bag for over a year. It was an understatement to say they stunk. Everything was wrinkled, dry and stale.

Yn was escorted from the housing unit into the release area. It was purposely placed right next to the admissions unit reminding every person who was walking out of that door where they started and where they could end up again if they fell into their old ways.

At two o’clock at night, it was over. The time started to go by again for Yn. She stepped outside the prison’s walls, shut the door behind herself and didn’t look back. She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head. It was big and hung low over her forehead. In one of her hands, she carried a brown paper bag. Inside were her letters, her dead phone, an out-of-date chapstick and keys to the place she was long ago evicted from.

FEBRUARY

“You’re not her. This isn’t you.”

Yn’s march came to a sudden stop. She shut her eyes and breathed in deeply.

“Ten.”

Breath out.

“Nine.”

Breathe in.

“Eight.”

Counting down and breathing deep. Those two calming technics stuck out the most to Yn. She tensed her whole body with every inhale and let go with the exhale. It relaxed her. Temporarily.

With a little more ease to her step, Yn picked up her pace. She walked down the streets that became more familiar with each passing day. She raised her eyes and stared at this one street lamp that flickered rapidly.

A slam and a scream. A thud and a groan. Something heavy collided with Yn’s left-hand side. She let out a short high-pitched yelp and took a step backwards as the mass that collided with her stumbled and fell to the ground.

“What the hell?”

The question remained unanswered as the man turned from his back to his side in an attempt to get himself up. His arm twitched and he collapsed into a puddle underneath.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, darling.”

The nameless man sat up slowly and lifted himself from the ground. He looked crooked. He leaned to the left, avoiding putting weight on his right leg.

“Are you sure about that?”

Yn didn’t think twice before asking again. Her heart was beating like a drum. She prolonged the interaction with this unknown person despite multiple warning signs, stop lights and red flags.

“I’m all good, darling. Go on with your night. Fuck-”

The man tried to walk away but lost his balance. He fell forward. Yn reached towards him. She stopped him from hitting the ground with full force but was unable to hold him up. He somewhat kneeled somewhat sat on the wet pavement. At first thought, Yn thought he was drunk but as she let go of him and he fell to his arms and knees she started to doubt.

“Are you drunk?”

The man cleared his throat and tried standing up again. This time he moved slower. He straightened his legs and pushed up on his arms. He made a couple of hesitant steps, trying to find balance. Finally, he found it in the form of a concrete lamp post he hugged with one arm. Yn squinted her eyes. Blood was leaking from his nose.

“I’m fine, darling.”

The man bent over and vomited on the pavement. Yn frowned in disgust. Against all better judgement, she decided to dig deeper.

“What happened to you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I’m calling the police.”

“No.”

There it was. The intrigue Yn was waiting for. She was gasping for any type of action ever since she left prison.

“Why not?”

“Just leave me be, darling. Go on with your day or night or something.”

“I possibly couldn’t, darling.”

“Sure you could. Just walk.”

The man held onto the lamp post. He was still leaning forward. He waved his free hand towards the street, signalling for Yn to go and get lost. He sniffed in an attempt to clear up his nose.

Just go already. It would be better for both of us.

A click of a tongue and a sigh. Yn stood her ground, staring at the jaded person before her.

“Did you get into a fight?”

“Go.”

“You know you’re bleeding out of your ear?”

“Huh?”

“You’re blee-ding out of your ear.”

Yn watched as the man reached his free hand to his face. He cursed, realising what she said wasn’t a lie.

“I need your- uh- I need to call somebody.”

Yn took out her cellphone.

“Give me the number.”

“I’ll dial it.”

“Your blood-vomit hands aren’t touching my phone. Give me the number.”

Yn’s phone started ringing. The man reached his hand toward her, silently asking for the device once again. She stepped back and put the call on speaker. Someone picked up but there was no sound. The strange man scowled at her. His face was pale in contrast to the blood seeping from his nose and left ear.

“You’re friend needs help.”

Silence.

“He’s awfully bruised.”

Silence.

“I think he’s suffered some kind of head trauma. He’s bleeding from his nose and ears.”

Silence. If someone called Yn with the same set of sentences she would have hung up a long time ago but this person stayed on the line. Silent.

“Male. Asian. In his twenties. Around one-eighty in height. Ringing any bells?”

Silence. The man straightened himself up, putting most of his weight onto the lamppost. Yn scanned his appearance.

“Dark brown hair. Wavy. Brown eyes. Visible tattoos on the right hand. A crown on the index finger? Am I right?”

Silence.

“Something blown out on the middle finger. Letter ‘J’ on the ring. The letters ‘A’, ‘R’-”

“Where?”

Right after Yn said the address the other person hung up.

“Prick.”

Yn shook her head and started going through her bag. She took out a zip-lock of ice cream cookies. They were frozen solid. There was no hesitation in her voice or step as she approached the man under the flickering lamppost. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the ground. It wasn’t too hard of a task. Ignoring his objections she kneeled next to him and put the bag in his hands.

“Put this where they hit you on the head. I said ‘put this where they hit you on the head’.”

The man followed Yn’s orders at a sluggish pace to which she rolled her eyes.

So you CAN hear me.

“Do you know what day it is? Do-you-know-what-day-it-is?”

“Friday. Ah!”

The man hissed when Yn pinched his earlobe.

“Relax. I’m checking your pain responses. Let me see here.”

Yn pulled on the man’s shoulder, making him lean forward in the seated position. She put her hand over his to pick up the zip-lock and inspect the head.

“There are no wounds on your scalp. You’re so far responsive but you are bleeding out of your ear and nose. You should see a doctor right away. You could have suffered trauma to the brain.”

The man smiled as she wiped the blood from his lips and chin with a tissue. His teeth showed as she scolded him coldly, saying ‘that’s nothing to laugh about and cleaning the side of his face.

“No, I know, darling. You just look so sweet taking care of me.”

It took about ten minutes for the unknown caller to show up and once he did he didn’t even get out of his car to help his friend get up and inside the vehicle. Yn pulled him up by the sleeve of his jacket and hung his arm around her shoulders. She couldn’t have been much of a support for him but she thought it was safer to do that than to let him walk by himself. She reached for the door to hold it open for him.

“I’ve got it from here, darling. Thank you for the- uh- cookies.”

“Keep them.”

The man chuckled weakly, putting the make-shift icepack back to his head. He and his buddy drove for a couple of minutes in pure silence so characteristic of the latter one. They both had one of their hands to their heads - one holding a bag of ice cream cookies and another tugging on a handful of black locks. After yet another turn the driver glanced over the rare-view mirror. When he was sure they weren’t followed he cleared his throat.

“How in the hell did you manage to get this far after crashing in Amnam-dong?”

“I borrowed a car. And then I crashed it.”

The man behind the wheel stayed silent.

“And then I borrowed another car.”

“Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled. He opened the zip-lock bag taking out one of the half-melted ice cream Oreos. Exactly two hours ago he drove a car into one of the ports of Amnam-dong. He fled the scene before police arrived and stole another car a couple of streets south.

“I didn't plan on it.”

“I bet you didn’t.”

The other man reached his hand over to Jungkook, wordlessly demanding to be given a cookie.

“At least I got out alive. And I got this little piece.”

“You son of a bitch.”

The driver’s raspy laugh filled the vehicle as he noticed the tiny object Jungkook held up between his index and middle finger.

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l3ssli3-511 · 5 months

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I'm currently working on a new book, the first in a series, but I'm not sure if it's something people will actually read.

Genres will be Romance and Mystery/Thriller

It takes place in the far future

The main characters are Latinx

LGBTQ+ characters

I'm trying to include diverse characters

Doesn't stereotype cultures, mental health, etc.

The overall story is about a set of triplets who are trying to balance rebuilding their family's business and creating something of their own with their partners; this is after humanity has rebuilt Earth and inhabited it. As the trio is doing so they start to realize a group of powerful people are trying to control most of everyone they associate with and their family. As they start to investigate people start to disappear or die all around them...

#writing #writerscommunity #reading #readers of tumblr #wattpad #new story #books #diverse books #mafia story #mystery #romance #smut #mature reading #fantasy #supernatural #not fanfic #original character #original story #copyright

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acornwinter · 1 year

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‘Divide them, place doubt into their minds. They will not get very far if we go through with this,,

Luna Mizuki:

OC, Former heiress; Military strategist to the former Japanese mafia, now Japanese empire.

Species: Demonic Godly entity- Space and Void.

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starliight-whump · 2 years

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Aftermath

Whumptober entry: 3

Prompt: No. 24. Blood Covered Hands | Catatonic | “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Follow up to Initiation

Cw: Whumper pov, reluctant whumper, aftermath of torture, blood mention, panic.

The floor wobbled slightly under his feet as Mallory walked alongside his father. Even though they had left the room, the images of the bloodied man flashed through his mind. The screams, the horrible screams still echoed in his ears and Mallory could still smell the blood;the coppery scent was heavy in the air. Actually… Mallory's breath hitched. it wasn't just the memory, he realized, he really could smell it. Blood clung to his clothes and to his skin, a wet residue that made his skin crawl. Fuck! Fuck, fuck fu-

"Mallory?"

A gasp left his lips and Mallory flinched slightly as he was pulled back to reality by his father's voice. Fuck, he was so out of it, Mallory hadn't even realized they had reached his room! Not great. He stopped walking and met his father's eyes.

"Yeah, sorry. Got a little distracted, but I'm fine," he forced a smile, despite his discomfort.

"You look a little pale," his father commented and Mallory's smile faltered just slightly.

"Well, it was a bit… intense," he admitted. Best to be at least a little honest about it if it was that obvious; Mallory didn't want to be caught lying.

His father nodded. "The first time often is, but it will get easier." He commented and offered a reassuring smile.

Mallory nodded once, relieved at the response, and gave an awkward smile. "Yeah," he sure hoped it would. Getting this riled up would only make the job so much harder. "I'm gonna go take a shower, see you later at the party."

With that, Mallory went into his room and pulled the door shut behind him and locked it behind him without caring if he got blood on the handle. Finally he was alone. Mallory breathed a sigh of relief and leant against the door. It came out shaky, nearly a sob. His legs still trembled under him and in a way Mallory was tempted to just give in, sink down to the floor but if he did that, he had no idea how long he'd be sitting there and he had to get rid of the blood now! So on shaking legs Mallory stumbled into the en suite bathroom on shaking legs.

Immediately he put the knife down in the sink and turned on the water; the blood on his trembling hands made his skin crawl. Mallory's breath came out rapid and shallow as he frantically scrubbed his hands under the running water, heart pounding so loud he could hear the pulse in his ears. Even with water and plenty of soap it clinged to him, stuck under his fingernails. It felt like forever before he couldn't see anymore blood on his skin and the water in the sink ran clear. Even as it did, Mallory didn't feel clean, and a quick look in the mirror confirmed that wasn't the case. Blood was splattered across his face and had stained his clothes. Mallory swallowed and cupped his hands to gather some water and washed off his face. Now it was just the clothes left…

Mallory pulled his clothes off and stepped into the shower, maybe that would help him finally feel clean, and to calm down. He stood under the warm water a long time, until his breathing evened out and the shivers that wracked his body had subsided. It was as if the water washed out his anxiety and tension and flushed it down the drain. So as he stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel, Mallory felt slightly better. Not much, but it was a start.

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Taglist: @throwawaywhumper I remember you showing some interest in the first part of this story, so here is the follow up! Lmk if you don't want to be on the taglist :)

#whumptober2022 #no.24 #blood covered hands #original content #writing #aftermath of torture #panic #reluctant whumper #whump #mafia whump #mafia story #OC: Mallory #OC: Mallory Sinclair #fucked up family #creative writing

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summer-r-storm · 1 year

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Want a FREE book?

You can go read my Urban Fantasy Story for free on Inkitt and Ao3 if you love the Cofee Shop AU, Mafia AU or Supernatural AU of your favorite Fandoms.

"All he ever wanted was a peaceful family, all he got was a magical mafia war. Arsen Sartori is an outcast. Everyone knows his family is involved with crime, but even he didn't know their darkest, deepest secret. All of them possess magical abilities, all of them except him. He is, what they call, a Stray Dog, an ordinary person born in a gifted family. And now that he knows, they want him dead. After all those years of barely surviving his father's violant upbringing, he is forced to fight to against him. But how can he win when they aren't even in the same league?"

Read it here:

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bl-bam-beyond · 1 year

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BL- BOYS' LOVE:

Series: NEVER LET ME GO

GMMTV PROMO POSTER on MY DRAMA LIST

Premiere: Tuesday November 13, 2022

Starring: PHUWIN TANGSAKYUEN as Nuengdiao

NARAVIT LERTRATKOSUM [Nickname: POND] as Palm

Also featuring: TANAPON SUKUMPANTANASAN [Nickname: PERTH]

Playing: Chopper (Nuengdiao's Cousin)

WACHIRAWIT RUANGWIWAT [Nickname: CHIMON] as Ben

PAWIN KULKARANYAWICH

as Phum (Nuengdiao's Friend)

PISITH NIMITSAMANJIT [Nickname: FLUK] as An (Palm's Friend)

RASEE WACHARAPOLMEK [Nickname: ORGAN] as Thanya (Nuengdiao's Mother)

and

NAT SAKDATORN as Suphakit (Nuengdiao's Uncle & I assume Chopper's Dad)

with

PANADDA RUANGWUT as Mam (Palm's Mother)

and with

PITISAK YAOWANANON as Chanon (Palm's Father)

Synopsis: Nuengdiao is the heir to a prestigious family. His status has forced him to grow up alone with no room for imperfection.

Then his father is shot to death and he's forced to pick up the reigns. However, he and his mother's lives are in danger.

Palm is hired to protect him from dangers in and outside of school. In a life of uncertainty, Palm's presence leads Nuengdiao to new experiences. (Source: MY DRAMA LIST)

#MDL INFORMATION #NEVER LET ME GO #THAILAND #PROMO POSTER #NUENGDIAO & PALM STORY #MAFIA STORY #GMMTV #PONDPHUWIN #DECEMBER 13 2022 PREMIERE

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The Final Takeover - Part Three

Nellie looked in the mirror with lights. She could hear the sounds of the fashion show playing from the stage that she was backstage of as she touched up her lipstick and looked over to Suzy.

Her colleague and fellow gang member was smiling and adjusting her pinstriped jacket and her brassiere that was visible underneath it. Nellie checked the clock on the wall. It was close to 8pm.

“It’s almost time, Suzy” she said, “time to begin the festival!”

Suzy chuckled. “Such a pity the city doesn’t know what’s coming, I’m sure they’d have all dressed up”

“At least we have” Nellie said, admiring her tailored pinstriped suit before putting on a long and expensive fur coat while Suzy did the same. They could hear applause and laughter from the front of the stage and the assembled audience as they picked up their Thompson submachine guns and strutted towards the stage itself, their heels clicking on the wooden floor.

They readied themselves by placing their Thompson submachine guns on the inside of their coats. Nellie caught the eye of Laura, their fashion designer, standing to the side of the stage, and winked at her. She had done well in organising the show and inviting many of Cicero’s great and good along. The star guest was the city’s Attorney General himself in the front row but near him was also Rodolfo Garrick, one of Frank Nitti’s most revered lieutenants. He would be sitting with his spectacles on in the front row.

“Alright folks, let’s bring out our first model” the Master of Ceremonies said in an enthusiastic tone, looking resplendent in his dinner jacket. Nellie and Suzy watched as a woman stepped out from Laura’s side of the stage in a pinstriped shorts and pinstriped waistcoat. She was wearing dark stockings too and there were some admiring wolfwhistles from the crowd for the slender model. “Here’s our Annie look. Slender, sleek, but one wrong look and she’ll gun you down like a dog”. Some members of the crowd laughed as the model pretended to shoot them with an umbrella in her hands.

“Fucking fools” Nellie whispered as the model back along the runway and went off the stage. “How could they be this stupid?”. She guessed that the members of the Cicero crowd in attendance were too arrogant to think that they were in danger attending a ‘female gangster’ runway show that was Laura’s homage to their work on the West Coast.

“Hide in plain sight” Suzy whispered back, “that’s always been my strategy”.

“And now here’s Suzy” the Master of Ceremonies bellowed, introducing the next model. “The ultimate Femme Fatale, she’ll give you all you bargained for and more”. Suzy was grinning as the blonde model impersonating her made her way out to the front in a black pinstriped corset with dark stockings and a short pinstriped skirt. The ‘Suzy’ model held her fingers like guns and pretended to again shoot the crowd as they laughed and cheered.

“And of course” the Master of Ceremonies continued, “the deadliest boss of them all…”. He paused as four women in pinstriped jackets and short skirts rolled a coffin onto the stage, “the Queen of the West Coast, Helen!” The coffin lid opened and a redhead emerged, two umbrellas in her hand and dressed in sleeveless pinstriped jacket and short skirt. She pretended to shoot the crowd like the others and Nellie recognised the homage to the infamous funeral slaughter that Helen had orchestrated in San Merido.

“Seems like these folks like being part of a massacre” Nellie commented.

“Then tonight is their lucky night!” Suzy said, giggling. The thirty or so members of the crowd in the small hall clapped and shouted some more as ‘Helen’ was wheeled off, a mean look in her eye that would be a fitting tribute to their boss.

“Well if you liked that folks, we got a real treat for you” the Master of Ceremonies said, stepping towards the back of the stage as Nellie and Suzy stepped onto it, their long coats over their suits and guns, “we’re going to make the next part of the show all-immersive!”

Some people in the crowd looked round, puzzled. The Attorney General looked up from his seat at the front, a blonde lady next to him that Nellie presumed was his wife.

Nellie raised her voice. “Time to give you the real thing!” she shouted out loud and she flicked her coat off her shoulders, Suzy doing the same and brought her Tommy gun to her waist. Some people had a chance to register what was happening but most were sitting or standing there gormlessly as she pressed the trigger.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Her first volley of bullets went straight into the heart of the Attorney General. His body bounced in his chair as his white shirt turned to red. Nellie kept her finger on the trigger. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She swung the gun to her left in a controlled arc, her bullets ripping through the patrons in their seats.

“Oh yeah” Nellie felt the pulsing of the recoil of the gun as she arced back and forth, going up and down to hit everyone in sight. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The new 100-bullet magazines the group was using were designed for situations like this. They were so effective in a short space of time when you didn’t want to reload. “Oh yeah, oh yeah”. Her soft sounds of pleasure helped her control her shots as she continued to shoot more and more men and women. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Dresses ripped, shirts were punctured and there were cries of pain from the crowd.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Her final few bullets returned to where she had started, ripping up the Attorney General’s chest to his face and busting it open in a gory mess.

To her side, she heard Suzy moaning as she finished her massacre of her side of the room. Without speaking, they both reloaded their guns and fired again, Nellie giving more bullets into everyone in the room whilst Suzy stood over Nitti’s lieutenant Garrick and concentrated all her fire on his face. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They continued shooting and making sure their job was professionally done, Nellie moaning “Oh yeah” every time she saw a body jerk or a woman’s breast explode from one of her bullets.

The freshly-cleaned barrel on her gun was smoking profusely as she finished her 200th bullet and she brought it to her lips to blow the smoke away before reloading and looking at Suzy. They were both in an ecstatic place but knew they had to keep moving to continue their evening.

“Not a bad opening act, eh?” Suzy said gleefully as they walked off the stage.

“Not bad at all” Nellie agreed. Tonight was a special night in Cicero. Helen had dubbed it the “Night of a Thousand Bullets” but all her senior lieutenants had agreed that it was likely to be more akin to a “Night of Ten Thousand Bullets” as they waged their war against their Cicero enemies with a series of sharp, direct hits, at both individuals and larger groups. The FBI would be left in disarray. They had been focussing their efforts on Capone and the Cicero gang but now had to contend with Helen’s gang. After their massacre at the theatre announced their arrival in style, the police and FBI had been focussing manpower on protecting large events, not smaller gatherings or individuals.

Nellie and Suzy got into their car parked around the back of the club and drove off into the city. Night had already fallen and Nellie wondered how the other two-woman death squads were getting on around the city. She remembered a similar night in Pacific City when there had been only two teams going around the city eliminating lieutenants. Now there was half a dozen, each criss-crossing the city, with an instruction to execute their tasks ruthlessly.

Their second stop of the evening was towards the downtown area of Cicero. The boom of the 1920’s had led to the increasing construction of tall skyscrapers and they approached a site where a large pit had been dug to secure the foundations for a new one. A woman in a plain dress walked over to their car as they parked up and Nellie recognised her.

“Are they there?” she asked the woman.

“Yeah, they are” the woman said, smiling at them. “Right on schedule and meeting in the hut”.

“Good work” Nellie said, “now scram, you don’t want to be near here when the cops show up”.

The woman nodded and hurried off. Nellie and Suzy got out of their car and walked over to the site where Eric Ganetti, another Cicero enforcer and the construction manager of the site would be meeting. Ganetti used the sites to recruit men but was also enforcing the protection racket on sites around the city, so much so that some companies had already just ceded control to Capone and his cronies.

Nellie and Suzy hurried across the street, Tommy guns by their side, Suzy drawing a Beretta pistol as she did so. The gate on the site was padlocked but -BAM- she squeezed off a pistol shot into it and crumpled. Nellie burst through the gate, raising her Tommy gun as she did and looked around. She saw a small wooden hut with lights on inside and the shadows of two men in the window. They had evidently not heard the gunshot that broke the lock.

“Let’s waste them inside the building” Suzy said, her eyes growing wide at the idea she could put her gun to use again.

Nellie agreed and they both took up positions near two walls, aiming their guns. Nellie heard a voice inside that sounded like Ganetti saying “Wait, you see that?” to the site manager. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She didn’t wait for anything further, her gloved finger curling on the trigger and sending a volley into the hut’s window whilst Suzy shot from the other side.

The windows smashed. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Nellie concentrated her fire on the two men who were then revealed, both wearing shirts and braces for their trousers. They were being lit up from both sides by the bullets of the two shooters. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Nellie found she had a skill for keeping Ganetti’s body up in the air as she pummelled him with bullets, like he was some kind of poorly-controlled marionette. She smiled and kept saying “Oh yeah” to express her emotions as she ripped him up.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. By the time her 100-bullet magazine ran dry, the mobster had been cut in two, his insides and midriff completely obliterated by the hailstorm of bullets from her and Suzy. There was no need to check them. They were both clearly dead.

The two women reloaded and began to walk back to their car. As they exited the site, they saw a cop in his navy blue uniform walking his beat and running towards the site. “What the…” he began to say. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Gunfire from both women cut him off. He shouted in pain before collapsing to the ground.

“Two targets down” Nellie said as they returned to their car and stuffed their pockets in their jackets with more full 100-bullet magazines.

Nellie drove them to their next place for the evening, an underground speakeasy beneath a grocers, one of many that operated in Cicero. However, the women knew from their informers that at least two of Capone’s lieutenants would be in the small bar, along with some other lower members. This would not be a targetted assassination. Helen wanted everyone in the bar dead, a clear message that such establishments would be dangerous for all.

As they approached, Nellie saw there was a large man standing outside, shuffling on his feet and smoking a cigarette. He looked like a security guard that was bored but Nellie knew they would need to take him out quietly.

Suzy must have guessed her thoughts because she was already threading a large bulbous suppressor onto the end of her Thompson submachine gun. Nellie liked this new invention. It would soon wear out during a large massacre but for a quick silent driveby, they worked perfectly.

She slowed the car as they approached the man and Suzy wound her window down, poking the extended barrel of her Tommy gun towards the man as they came parallel to him. Nellie saw his eyes open wide before Suzy pulled the trigger. Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap. The suppressor smoked but the man was gunned down silently.

Nellie quickly parked by the side of the street and Suzy got out. Pap-pap-pap. She put some quick bullets into the guard’s head before she unscrewed the suppressor quickly. Nellie got out of the car too, picking up her own loaded Tommy gun as she did and hurried down the stairs that led to the underground wooden door. She could already hear the sound of soft music and laughing from the patrons.

She gave a quick nod to Suzy before kicking in the door and entering, already with the gun at her hip. She pressed the trigger the moment she walked in the door, not giving anyone a chance to react. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She arced her fire wildly around the room and Suzy entered beside her and did the same. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Both women twisted their hips and spread the shots over the room.

It was a small space and so it was like shooting fish in a barrel for Nellie and Suzy again. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. “Oh yeah” BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. “Oh yeah”. Nellie breathed deeply as she shot up the barman, some men at a table, a couple of women in dresses next to men in trillby hats, all of them falling to the piercing hot lead from her Tommy gun. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She found a perfect rhythm with the gun, her “Oh yeahs!” becoming louder and louder.

Her first 100 bullets had been fired wildly but she quickly reloaded, Suzy to her side doing the same and they began walking around the room. About 20 bodies were strewn at odd angles, limbs in all directions but all pierced with shots. Some people were dying, others likely already gone. Nellie walked around giving everyone a clinical finishing volley. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. “Oh yeah”. She pierced a woman’s breasts again. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. “Oh yeah”. She moaned as a gangster’s head was blown open. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM “Oh yeah”. She took another man’s shirt and turned it into a deep crimson shade of red.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Within a minute their work was complete and the gramophone playing music had been destroyed. The barman had spilled liquor on the wooden bar as he had gone down dying and Suzy took a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. She smoked it for a few seconds before flicking it towards the liquor.

It sparked as the cigarette caught it and Nellie and Suzy stepped out of the bar and into their car as the underground place was set on fire. Smoke was already piling out of the door as they drove away, both of them satisfied with their work so far.

They could hear sirens on the streets of Cicero as they drove to their final job of the evening. Evidently the Cicero cops would be running around in a panic trying to stop the night of violence and doubtless several of them would be slain by the ruthless gang as they did so.

Their final appointment was on the Eastern side of the city. They knew that Capone’s protection rackets were an important part of his income in the city, so disrupting them would be key and each group of women was tasked with taking out one of the crews. Nellie and Suzy made sure their pockets were each filled with as many magazines of 100 bullets as they possibly could be, ready to take on the crew.

Capone’s crews worked in groups of five and would all be armed as they walked around the city, but thanks to some diligent intelligence-gathering, the women knew where they would be for an ambush and their powerful weapons and seemingly never-ending supply of bullets would give them an advantage.

Their target, “Fat Lou” Allen and his four apprentices would be touring the industrial areas of the city and so Nellie and Suzy picked a section of factories where they could hide their car and got out, Tommy guns in hand, Nellie taking an extra one so she carried one in each hand. The large factory they were by cast a long shadow and in their pinstriped suits they were almost invisible against the night sky, their faces hid by shadows cast by their pinstriped fedoras.

Nellie flattened herself against the wall of one of the factories and peered round. She could see “Fat Lou” and his round belly walking in the midst of four men, all of whom had small submachine guns.

“You ready?” she said to Suzy quietly.

Suzy nodded. She would be the bait that would set their trap. She came out from their corner position and shouted “Hey assholes, surprise!” at the men. She twisted her hips and fired a quick volley with her Thompson submachine gun. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Nellie heard a man shout in pain before Suzy ran in the same direction she had been going, next to another factory.

“Fucking bitch! After her!” Fat Lou shouted at his men. Nellie kept herself quiet as the men rushed in the direction of Suzy. They came into view, all of them with their backs to her, Fat Lou panting and wheezing from the exercise. There were only three guards now and she guessed one had already been downed by Suzy’s initial volley

Nellie took her chance. She aimed at the men with both of the Tommy guns in her hand, keeping her balance with the two guns as she had practiced. She smiled to herself as she pulled both triggers. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM.

Both weapons sparked into life, shooting the gangsters in the back. They cried out in pain but it just made Nellie more excited. “Oh yeah, oh yeah” she breathed louder. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The weapons continued to roar, spitting shell casings all over the floor.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The noise was now joined by Suzy, who had turned and was now shooting her own gun into the men and Nellie could see the bodies of the gangsters jerking from the impact of the bullets. The younger apprentices started to fall to the ground. “Oh yeah, Oh yeah” she cried out, focussing both of her Tommy guns into the back and the gut of Fat Lou.

The big man was jerking uncontrollably as he was massacred from two sides by three Tommy guns before he fell to the floor and the guns ran dry. Nellie dropped one of her Tommy guns, feeling a great feeling of pleasure and eager to use another magazine. She loaded one before walking over to Fat Lou’s body and pulling the trigger, walking her shots up and down his chest and face. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She emptied the entire magazine into him, the 100 bullets ripping his face to shreds and turning him into nothing more than a gory mess.

She reloaded again and her and Suzy gave each of the men around him another 50 bullets. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Suzy was laughing and screaming in pleasure while Nellie continued to moan “Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah!” as each man was turned to an unrecognisable stew of body parts and blood.

“Woohoo!” Suzy celebrated as they got back in the car. “That was awesome!”. There were specks of blood on her suit and her chest from where the men had splattered on her and Nellie noticed the same on her own shirt.

“Let’s get back to Helen” Nellie said. She tried to count how many magazines she had used, in the end concluding that she had used almost a thousand bullets herself. If Suzy and the other women had done the same, Helen’s festival would have exceeded all expectations.

As they sipped moonshine in an underground speakeasy that had been newly established, Helen congratulated each woman. All of their targets had been hit, as well as several cops and other bystanders who tried to interfere. Cicero was down several mob lieutenants and enforcers, an Attorney General, a Deputy Mayor, it’s Supreme Court and the remaining half of its City Council who had not attended the theatrical show.

There was an increasing power vacuum developing in Cicero, and Nellie knew that only Helen would have the ability to fill it. The takeover was going perfectly to plan.

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