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The nights in Boston had always been the same. She would stay in her office until a little after ten PM, making sure everything was running smoothly before driving home to her house on the East Coast of the city to make a few phone-calls away from everything. But today, she had decided otherwise. She wanted to go out, to have a drink and possibly meet someone she could bring home to her apartment, in the center of the city. But with someone always checking up over her shoulder, she couldn't.
She had divided a plan for the night in order to escape unseen, needing her to be extremely focused.
With a loud sigh, she turned on her leather-chair and let her finger reach out for the intercom on her wooden master desk, letting her manicured finger press on the button to call-out for her assistant, body-guard and employee before speaking up with a raucous and sharp voice.
Emily, come to my office.
She waited, glancing at the big-sized window giving onto the Atlantic Ocean, observing the darkness approaching as the sun had disappeared on the other side of the globe, the night swallowing everything in its way.
As the door opened, the pink-headed woman sitting in her office stood up, bringing a cigarette to her perky and thin lips with half-of-a-smile, gazing at the redheaded woman penetrating inside the room with a stern and serious look on her face, her hands clamped behind her back and her head held high.
- Yes ma'am?
- Can you give me an update about the west? What's this obnoxious Bastet up to?
The redheaded body-guard faced her boss, her brows knitting together as a wince reached the corner of her lips. Whatever the news was, it could not have been a good one. She patiently waited for Emily to speak-up, glancing at her fingernails with a frown. Her manicure had suffered through technical difficulties during the day, and the pink polish had slightly been erased from her nail.
- Well, there were issues with one of the…
- One of the? Speak up, Emily, don't waste my time.
- Some of his people attacked a truck.
- What truck?
- It contained paintings.
- And what happened to it, Emily, she asked as she stood up from the couch she had been sitting on, aggressively coming closer to her employee, a finger pressing on her throat as they were finally face to face.
- Noth—nothing happened. There was a gun-fight, but the drivers managed to lose trail of them.
She kept the pressure on Emily's throat, her fingernail slowly beginning to hurt the woman who's impassible face managed to stay emotionless. If there was one thing the pink-headed woman hated was a sign of any weakness coming from her employees. Anytime one of them showed any kind of physical pain, shame or guilt, she would take them to last floor of her building, sit them down on a chair and gently let them know that they were fired, in her own special way.
Slowly, she took a step back, her straight and furious gaze still piercing through Emily's skull with an indescribable hatred. With a growl of anger, she turned around her heels, her blazer-vest flying above her hips.
- Where are these paintings?
- They were placed in the industrial area.
She drew her fingernail between her teeth, over-looking the calm ocean, the waves brushing the white sand. She sighed, her hands clasped on her hips.
- Go get them. And bring them back.
- But ma'am I can't…
- You can and you fucking will Emily. Or would like to meet me on the top-floor?
She glanced over her shoulder, throwing a dark look in her body-guard's direction. Without a word, Emily gave her boss a bob of the head, exiting the office in a long and deafening silence. As soon as the door was closed back, the woman smiled to herself with sharp-wolf-like teeth, glad that everything had gone according to her plan.
Of course had she been aware of the painting problem that had occurred earlier during the day, of course had she known they had been stored in the industrial area. Everything happening was because she was giving the orders, and not the other way around. She would've been a terrible boss otherwise. She had simply lied her way through the conversation, waiting until Emily would give her the perfect opportunity to make her leave for more than ten minutes so she could escape her own enterprise without being seen.
With a snicker, she made her way back to her desk, snatched her purse and placed it on her shoulder with a beam. Checking inside of it, she touched the metal of her gun, nodding to herself as she quietly walked towards the closed door, the keys of her car already dangling between her fingers. She gave one last glance at her office, making sure everything was in order before locking the door behind herself by placing her hand on an electronical device, the sound of the sixteen different locks activating in one sharp noise.
Filled with pride, the young woman turned around, pressing on the elevator's button while bringing her private cell-phone out of her bag, glancing at the few messages she had received from her sister. "Hey Light, been thinking about coming for a visit, would you have time?"
Light, or Lightning, pursed her lips together whilst stepping inside the elevator, her finger aimlessly pressing on the first button while her eyes were still deeply focused on her cellphone. She loved her sister, but bringing her in the middle of a turf war was the worst idea that could ever happen. Especially with Bastet breathing down her neck.
Lightning had no idea who Bastet was, as well as Bastet had no idea who she was. Never had she been seen in public, her face blurred and her voice disguised. And plus, the name Lightning was only known by the people extremely close to her, her friends, and her sister. Any other person referred to her as Seth, a mythological Egyptian God of destruction and power. It suited her well, there was no doubt about that.
Reaching the underground of the building, Lightning pressed her fingers against the screen of her phone, squeezing it tightly in her hand with determination. She came closer to her burgundy-colored car, unlocking the doors and sitting down behind the wheel before starting to drive inside the long parking that had been built, allowing her to exit her office without any problem further away on the east side of the city. Everything had been thoroughly planned to make her even more invisible than any other person. To the rest of the world, Seth was someone behind a mask, and Lightning was simply a cute, perky and enjoyable person no one would ever suspect to be a manipulative, lying boss of a mafia specialized in torture and interrogation. And for the past three years, her cover had always remained intact.
After driving and parking her car, Lightning had walked inside a bar in the neutral area of the city remaining unoccupied by the two gangs, a zone where everyone was free to walk, drink and live without any gun fights occurring in the middle of the night. It was an area where people enjoyed living, and where parties lasted until late in the night.
Being here, casually sitting at the counter of the bar with a glass of wine before her eyes, Lightning felt good. Sure, she had felt her work-cellphone relentlessly buzzing, Emily calling her over and over again, to a point where the young woman had answered with a simple message: "Stop it, get of my neck. I'm out alone, do not try to find me. That's an order". She had gotten a response, where the words yes ma'am had been written by what she had assumed shaking hands of frustration. But she couldn't stand being over-looked at over and over again.
Irritated, Lightning let her finger slide on the side of the glass, observing the red liquid that had almost disappeared down her throat. She glanced up at the bartender, pointing at her glass without a word while a small pout has invaded her lips. She couldn't stop thinking about her work, not matter where she was. Every single minute of every single day, she wondered if everything was in order, and if Bastet was planning a surprise attack. She wasn't afraid of the possibility, only frustrated by it.
- Hmm…
- Hey there, are ya okay? Ya've been mumblin' under your breath for a while now.
Alerted, Lightning turned her face to the right, gazing at a tall, tanned dark-headed woman wearing only a white blouse and dark jeans, her green surprised eyes gazing back into her own blue and tired ones. She smiled in the woman's direction, wondering if she really had been mumbling under her breath for the past ten minutes, shrugging the idea off as she darted away.
- Can I buy ya a drink, the woman pursued with a grin, her brows narrowing at the sight of the glass of red wine being refiled, or another one after that?
- Hm, I suppose you could.
Gazing back at the woman with a flirtatious smile, Lightning reached out her hand in her direction, waiting for her to grab a hold of it.
- I'm Lightning.
- Nice to meet ya Lightnin', I'm Fang.
She squeezed the hand she received, noticing how soft and gentle her skin felt around her palm before placing it back on her glass of wine, bringing the alcohol closer to her lips with a spark in her eye. It was show-time.
- So, what's gotten ya so down?
- Hm, just work stuff, nothing I'd want to bore you with.
- Well, how about I start and then ya give it a go? Like that we can both bore each other.
- That sounds like an interesting deal!
She let out a smile, clinking her glass against Fang's in a small chuckle. She listened to her carefully, swallowing her every word. She did not know if her accent was making everything she said so interesting, or if her sublime beauty had gotten a strong hold onto her but boredom hadn't been the word able to describe what she had been telling her. She was absorbed.
- So, work is a drag. My boss is an idiot, and a homophobic at that.
- Oh god, I'm not surprised you've had a hectic day.
- Yeah, well, gotta pay the bills in the end, eh?
- That's for sure…
A small silence came between the two of them. Gazing away, Lightning looked at the several different people in the bar until her eyes stopped on a mass of red and curly hair, the blue color shifting from a dark black filled with rage. Clearing her throat, she held her glass even tighter in the palm of her hand, nearly strong enough for it to explode before her attention was drawn back to her drinking-friend, her face immediately letting go of the anger that had invaded it.
- So, what about ya?
- Hm, I'm an assistant in a high-school, and the kids are so obnoxious. I just want to take one to hit another with him.
- High-school kids are the worst. They think they have it all figured out, when they simply don't.
- Exactly! Now will you just excuse me for a minute?
- Sure.
Lightning smiled, stood up from her stool and grabbed her purse from the counter. Elegantly, she made her way towards the restroom, passing by the redhead still turning her back at her for the past minutes and whispered something in her ear, barely distinguishable for her to hear. Without turning around to make sure she would follow her, the pink-headed woman pushed the door of the restroom, making sure no one was sitting on a toilet so they would be completely alone.
She reached out her hand in her bag as she stood still in front of the mirror, bringing out a lipstick from a pale-pink color to place it back on her lips, listening to the door opening and closing back on her left side. Without tearing her eyes away from her own reflection, Lightning mirthlessly grinned, tugging the lipstick back in her purse.
- What. Are. You. Doing. Here?
She cut her every word, her tone getting sharper and crueler. She could feel her heartbeat thumping in her ears, a blinding white rage crippling inside her mind. She turned around, pinning her infuriated stare at Emily remaining perfectly still, her hands clasped behind her back as usual, staring back at her employer.
- I work here during the night, ma'am. I did not know you would be here.
- Is that a lie I'm detecting?
- No ma'am.
Frowning, Lightning brought herself closer to the woman, gazing at her name-tag attached to her black vest. She read the name Diana with half-of-a-smile, her eyes traveling alongside Emily's neck all the way up to her eyes trying to mask a growing fear. Taking a step back, the pink-headed woman faced the mirror back, a hand back inside her purse. She touched her gun again, hesitating to draw it out to teach her subordinate a valuable lesson but refrained herself from doing anything rash.
In the end, the pink-headed girl simply draw out her phone, noticing a severe flinch coming from her left side she couldn't leave unnoticed, an amused and superior smile drawing itself on her lips. Calmly, Lightning turned around, walking back towards the door without giving her body-guard a single look, and penetrated inside the main-room of the bar with her flirty smile back the second her eyes and Fang's crossed paths.
Casually, she sat back on the stool at the counter, noticing that a new drink had replaced her previous glass, her left brow arching with surprise.
- I figured ya'd want to have something fresh. Have ya tried it before?
- I don't believe I have… What is it exactly?
- Let it surprise ya.
She frowned, suddenly feeling threatened. She had used these technics to abduct and torture some people, surprising them with a special drink, where a little white pill had been added to it to lower one's motions, or brain activity all together. She glanced at Fang for an instant, looking at her dead in the eye before simply letting it go. At least Emily was here.
Slowly, she brought the glass closer to her face, carefully looking at the alcohol for any kind of powder at the bottom of her glass before placing it to her thin lips. She sharply exhaled, drank and swallowed, surprised by the surprisingly good taste coming out of this drink. As she placed the drink back on the counter, she gave Fang an amused look, slowly nodding in her direction, thinking deeply about what she had drank.
- This is… She stopped for a minute, licking her lips and keeping the pressure high. It's really good.
- Yes!
- So what's in it? I can feel strawberry, pineapple… Gin?
- Hm, close. It's tequila and gin.
- Well, you really can't tell…
Fang seemed proud, a grin placed on her lips. They both gazed at each other with amusement, the pink-headed woman bringing the glass back to her mouth to enjoy another mouthful of this surprising cocktail. It didn't taste like alcohol at all, only being able to feel the sweet and sugary taste of the two fruits collided together. It could even beat a glass of white wine.
She pursed her lips as she stood back up, a cigarette already coming out from the packet in her jacket's inner-pocket. She had her glass in hand, looking at Fang with a knowing smile.
- Care to continue outside?
- Sure, I wouldn't mind a fag.
- Great!
Leading them outside, Lightning sat down on the first chair available to her, placing her belongings on the table and her purse on her lap. With a gun inside of it, she did not want anyone to snatch it from her, or inadvertently take a look to see what it could contain.
They both remained silent, listening to the sound of a few sirens, Lightning's instinct being to immediately place a hand on the pocket of her pants to feel her cell-phone, making sure not one of her members had been brutally shot down by the enemy. His or her life meant nothing to her, but to think about a simple threat coming from Bastet intensively annoyed her. She gritted her teeth together at the thought, her fingernails digging inside the fabric of her trousers. I will see you fucking fall.
Discretely sighing on the side, Lightning brought the cigarette to her lips, finally deciding to light it with a sharp move of her thumb, her eyes piercing at the void spreading before her. She could feel her anger staying at the surface of her chest, her heart getting heavier and her mind swirling at more than 60 thoughts a minute. She was quickly reminded by Fang's presence, darting in her direction to observe a concerned look aiming at her hand, her browns knitted together.
- So Fang! Are you from this neck of the wood?
- Yep, I live in the south of this area. Do ya?
- Yes, five minutes from here actually.
She noticed Fang's surprise rapidly vanishing to give into a stern look.
- It's a nice neighborhood.
- Yeah, far from all the bullshit going on…
- I hear that.
Lightning sighed and shrugged. If anything, being in the middle of a war had made her life more interesting than ever before.
- Where are you from actually? Born here, or moved here?
- I moved here 5 years ago, but I was born in Melbourne.
- Oh that's neat. Got tired of Australia?
- More or less! I wanted to visit the US, and then I got a job here so I stuck around. Are ya from here?
- Born and raised!
The pink-haired woman giggled under her breathing, puffing on her cigarette with a charming smile. She pulled her tongue out as Fang rolled up her eyes with a smirk, carefully gauging the woman sitting in front of her.
Well Fang this has been pleasant but I'm going to go back to my place.
Standing up, she brought out her wallet from her bag, placing a fifty dollar bill on the table whilst staring Fang right in the eye.
- My treat. Next time we bump into each other, you'll pay.
- Next time?
- We'll see. I like to let faith decide.
She winked in Fang's direction, not letting her start her sentence before she was already gone on the street, rejoining with her car she had parked five-minutes from here. She hesitated on where to sleep for the night, either in her apartment in the neighborhood, or in her house on the East Side of the city, away from prying eyes and any kind of civilization. With a frown, and already sitting behind the wheel, her decision was quickly made, the rumble of the engine of her car roaring in her eyes.
Slowly, she exited her parking spot and began to drive away from the center of the city, a new cigarette already burning between her fingers. At a red-light, the boss of the Mafia pressed on her phone, clicking on the name of one of her employee, asking them to find a special delivery for her to come home to, especially waiting in the purple room with a bottle of scotch placed on the table. She wanted a show, and she wanted it now.
Driving closer to her house, she received messages warning her of the success of the mission, a grin, mischievous and cruel twisting the corner of her lips. She pressed harder on the pedal, glancing in her rear-view mirror before engaging onto a small road covered by trees, the lights of the house soon being noticeable after a mile. She quickly parked in front of it, popping out of the car with the cigarette-butt in the hand, snickering at the sight of the purple lights lighted on the second floor of the mansion.
She placed her hand on the three security devices opening the three different doors, finally penetrating inside the hallway of her house. She automatically made her way up the stairs, her hand casually sliding on the guard-rail as the music began to reach her ears.
Arriving on the second-floor, she smirked and nodded at her chief of security, her blue eyes piercing through his skull.
- Wait until they're done, then bring them home. It might last a while.
- Of course, Seth.
She gave the man a bob of the head, snatched the mask from his hand to place it on the upper side of her face before letting him open the door for her, listening to it being closed back, already aroused by the sight presented before her eyes. Gazing at her with lust, two women poorly clothed were waiting by the pole, only wearing a shirt and transparent high-heels, their eyes flashing in her direction with raw lust.
With her face perfectly hidden, Lightning sat down on the single leather chair, grabbing the glass of already poured scotch in her hand and drank a mouthful of the amber colored drink, licking her lips with delight and arousal.
She let the two women perform their dance, her eyes traveling alongside of both of their bodies with pleasure, taking in every single second of their little show. Anna and Katerina were Lightning's usual strippers/escorts, giving in to her every need. She trusted both of them to a certain extent. Never had they seen her face uncovered, and never would they find out where she was living. She only trusted them to keep quiet, perform and fuck.
As the two girls were done, Lightning remained silent, elbowing on her knees with a severe frown. Having forgotten about the poker game taking place the following night, she stood up from her chair aggressively and pulled the door open, waiting for the two women to put their clothes back on and leave her alone, at last.
- Bring them back. And get me Lebreau. I need her.
- Yes, ma'am.
She frowned heavily, letting them walk pass her with concern before feeling Anna's breath down her neck.
- It wasn't good?
- It was, she coldly replied, I'd rather watch you two fuck. But business first.
- Okay… Call me anytime stranger.
Anna winked, and disappeared behind the door slamming in her face. Sighing, Lightning made her way back to the chair, seizing the nearly empty glass of scotch with disdain. The thought of seeing Lebreau rejoiced her, but having to train her for this stupid tournament was a waste of her time.
She slouched on the chair, her finger sliding on the edge of the glass. Slowly, she closed her eyes, breathing in and out to relax. The image of Fang came back to her mind, picturing the tall and tanned woman with a smirk on her lips. Well-aware of the time she had before finding her best-friend, she let her hand slip under her underwear, and a finger sliding between her legs.
Picturing Fang was extremely efficient. And touching herself had always been pleasant.