Not many women were feared in that day and age, but the elusive Miss Hill had created a reputation that preceded her. Rumors stated that the woman had an abusive childhood and that led to her cold and calculating demeanor, though not many could back that up, and if they could? Most were silenced before they were able.
She was blunt, forceful, a rival in the city of angels with her own pet demon at her beck and call. Together they were unstoppable, and god forbid your head become her target. God forbid you stand in her way.
The woman was the owner of almost every speakeasy in the city. Cops were paid off with booze, fast cars and fast women, and they became her insurance that her businesses would thrive, and stay that way. Every now and then an honest man would enter her office, and leave with a heavier wallet and a broken sense of duty. It was poetic how it was all because of a woman that the city of angels turned to sin and slight debauchery.
Unfortunately, times were changing, and with it were the people. She demanded loyalty with her employees, but with the depression came hunger and desperate measures. New politicians moved into town and with them came their ideals. Normally they weren't a problem but…
A man named Harry O'Donnel entered the scene, bringing his holier-than-thou attitude and his anti-corruption laws. His speeches were storming through the city, turning her people into law-abiding citizens every way she turned. It simply wouldn't do for the Irish immigrant with a Bible to turn her people against her.
The woman stood at her window and nursed a glass of whiskey. She heard the man with the heavy boots enter, but they knew each other well enough that neither needed to steal a glance. Two large calloused hands set themselves on Maria's shoulders, his thumbs digging into her muscles to relax her of the tension that had built over the past few weeks.
"I'm afraid the city's knight in shining armor will not begin his term in the fall." He informed, giving her note that the job was done. Without him Maria Hill would not have gone as far into her business, or wouldn't have so much influence. He was the silvertongue behind her words, and the brute behind her force. When the woman didn't want her dress to get dirty, she sent him. There was no need for anyone else.
The small brunette woman nodded and turned to face him, a ferocity in her gaze that he loved like no other. She would not bend nor break, and he took her glass in one hand and pushed her towards her desk with the other. The forbidden alcohol was placed on the table as the man pulled her into his lap and they sat together in her chair. His lips pressed across her shoulders and she smiled and relaxed, turning to sin with him again once more.
Maria Hill's reign over the city of angels would stay; insured by her genius and his work. Soon the city would be in the palm of her hand, only to be shared with her love and her love alone.