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Chapter 1 – The Confrontation
Ruby Rose Webber exited her car and closed the door behind her while snuggling into her oversized coat. She leisurely walked into the bar named 'The Four Roses', the lighting was dim, creating an uneasy atmosphere. The smell of cigarettes, marijuana and alcohol was in the air causing her to scrunch up her nose in disgust.
Walking towards the bartender she noticed just how out of place she looked. With her in her work clothes while everyone else was in ratty and simple clothing. Arriving in front of the bartender, who was giving her a look that resembled that of the evil eye. She asked him for what she was looking for, he seemed to hesitantly lean forward and point towards an isolated table at the far corner of the room, his look changing to that of 'beware'.
Nodding her thanks, she began to walk towards the crowded, noisy table, her intended destination. Quickly studying each face at the table and adding them to memory she noticed that they were exactly what is expected, tall men with an evil glint in their eye. And there she was, Ruby Rose in all her 4'11, 100 pound glory walking towards a table full of gangsters. Everyone in the room was glancing towards her as if she had lost her mind, ignoring them as she went.
Arriving, the table fell quiet, all eyes falling on her. In a professional voice accompanied by her English accent she announced,
"I am looking for a Mr. Darley."
"What the fuck have you gotten yourself into now Joey?"
A deep voice emerged from the darkness followed by its owner. Blowing smoke from his mouth a tall shaved head stepped into the spot light which was highlighting the table. Giving a side glance towards her friend she corrected the owner of the voice,
"Well actually I am looking for a Mr. B Darley."
Taking another drag from his cigarette then releasing the smoke from its prison, he looked down at her saying,
"So what? Your man not giving you enough? And its Billy."
Sizing each other up, him looking upon her small petite frame hidden by her heavy coat, her dark hair shaping her heart shaped face and contrasting her ivory skin yet matching perfectly with her deep black eyes which seemed to never end. Her pouty ruby coloured lips set impeccably under her button shaped nose. Her looking up at him with his shiny bald head, beady blue eyes and goatee covered mouth. With tribal markings escaping from his top up his neck and down his arms. He was much taller than her around 6'3 but nothing about him intimidated her, he was just a cold blooded killer, one of many she had met.
"So you are the man that has been keeping me up all through the night."
Smirking at her, Billy Darley eyed her hungrily.
"You've been causing quite a mess these past few weeks, the latest being a certain Brendan Hume."
The look he was giving her changed drastically.
"You see Mr. Darley I am the one that has to stay cleaning up after you."
"Who the fuck do you think you are you bitch!"
"Now now Mr. Darley we are all adults here so we should mind our language."
Ruby gave a small smile noticing that her good friend Joey was red with the urge to laugh, but this seemed to only enrage Billy Darley even more.
"Who the fuck are you little girl? No one just walks up to me in my motherfucking bar and talks to me like that!"
Gripping the chair that sat directly in front of him so tightly that his knuckles where of a pure white colour. Calmly looking through her Louis Vuitton designer bag and pulling out her badge flashing it towards the tomato faced man.
"Head of Medicine of Boston's Legal Department M.E. Webber"
Chuckling sarcastically at her and sizing her up one final time while taking the last puff from his cigarette bud then proceeding to throwing on the ground.
"Barley even legal… Huh head of fucking medicine my ass, stop fucking around and get out of my fucking sight."
"Don't kid yourself Mr. Darley, you have been quite busy haven't you? Eighteen year old hockey player, male, slashed in the throat, son and brother. Twenty one year old female, mother of two and loving wife and daughter, shot right in the middle of her eyes. Forty year old, male, homeless, multiple bullet wounds to the chest. Sixteen year old, female, shot in the lungs, death by drowning in her own blood, daughter. Three month old, embryo, death by loss of mother. Five deaths in the past week, I am guessing that is quite impressive even for you standards Mr. Darley. That is all for now I will contact you at a later date."
Giving him one of her brilliant smiles as a dismissal she started turning towards the door and over her delicate shoulder,
"See ya later Joey."
Her clicking heals where the only thing that could be heard in the now silent bar, followed by the door slamming behind her and then the chair which Billy Darley was once gripping, smashing against the astonished table which the gangsters where surrounding.
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