Chapter 5

Alright, this will officially start up the plot (or part of it)

Ashj: And our guest speaker today will be…

Alexsander: Awwwww, look at all your little fans. How cute~

Ashj: *twich* Yes, hello Sasha.

Alexsander: Morning~

Masha: It's not morning!

Aleksander: Oh! Hi Masha

Masha: Do your job, or else –raises fist-

Ashj: Now, now, no need to get violent. Please just do as she says, pleaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssseeee?

Aleksander: Fine, Ashj and her extremely foreign name-

Masha: Racist

Ashj: Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, let him finish.

Aleksander: Thank you, Ashj and her extremely foreign name does not own Luck Gandor or Baccano! Itself, she does, however, own all of the Yuriev Family Mafia and Masha.

Ashj: NOW READ!

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Masha swallowed as she stared up at the man who was at least a head taller than her. Waves of pure bloodlust rolled off of him as he turned to meet her stare with cold black eyes. Aleksander coughed and gestured at the man."Masha, this is Volke. He functions as one of the executive members of our family."

No words of greeting escaped from her mouth as she searched him over. He was intimidating, with his height of 6'4 and his messy yet slicked back dark brown hair. His mouth was curved into an unpleasant permanent frown. She hated intimidation, therefore, she hated him. No, she despised him already, and they hadn't even exchanged one word. Instead, she nodded at him wordlessly, giving him an I'm-not-backing-out-first look.

The corner of Volke's mouth curved into a smirk as his nose wrinkled in a playful matter. "So this is little girl Sasha dotes about. I expect you to be much taller, but you are short in person, no?" He jested, raising a hand in the air horizontally as if to measure her height. She bristled with anger at his comment, oh yeah, he was defiantly going on her death-list this evening.

Just as she opened her mouth to spit out a retort, the door to the hideout slammed open and a man staggered in clutching his injured and bleeding shoulder. "Boss! We got hit!"

Aleksander's head snapped in his direction as he swiftly stepped over to the crippled man. "What happened? Who did this?" The mafia boss questions as he gently helped lower the man on a nearby sofa. Another member rushed in with a towel, knife, a needle and thread, a bottle of alcohol, and a candle.

"We were down at the gun dealer's by the warehouse to check on the profits, like you asked us to, Then some Lauriello hooligan comes in and starts pumping led. I dunno if the others are still alive, but I left to get you."

Masha stared on as her brother-in-law shouted orders to get backup down to the shop. That's right, the Lauriello's and her family were really going at it, along with the Gandor's and the Martillo's. God, where all the Italian Mobs after her brothers blood or what? She smirked and rolled her eyes. Being this close to death was rather exciting for her actually. She found it amusing how the Lauriellos were going after them, after all, judging by those thugs she dealt with the other night, they would be a piece of cake. The Gandors, however, she wouldn't dare mess with. They were too smart, she shivered, thinking back to Luck Gandor. As for the Martillos, she never saw any so she can't really place her opinion. That would have to wait for another day.

But one of the main reason for this conflict was Volke, wasn't it? Apparenlty that man was like a Russian Luca Brasi, which was something she needed to stay away from.

"Masha," a voice broke her thoughts and she turned to see an apologetic looking Aleksander, "sorry you had to see so much on your first day." She shrugged, and took a sip from her cup of tea, now sitting in an arm chair in Konstantine's office. "But I suppose this is what you'll be seeing pretty much weekly, so now's the time to get used to it. Though it's only the Lauriellos who attack us." She shrugged again, storing away her collected thoughts on the matter as he stood. "You must be tired, it's 11:30 already, let's go back home."

The two days were pretty much the same, as every morning Aleksander would waltz into her room, singing like a banshee and towing her down the stairs to eat with him. Every day she would get a few hits in before stomping back up the stairs to get dressed. And for the next two days she filed away papers before another injured person barged into the office. Of course, it wasn't like today was any different.

Masha dodged a lumpy cement rock that was aimed for her face as she walked to the mailbox on the third day. Turning, she glared and shook her fist at a group of sneering children on the other side of the street. Retrieving the letters, she absently flipped through them, stopping when she saw one addressed to her. Pulling it out, she found there was no return address, great, only two days on the job and I get a mysterious letter, she mused to herself as she strode into the office and plopped the rest of the mail on the table. Unhesitant ripping open the envelope, she pulled the letter from its confines and read.

To Dear Miss Masha Yuriev,

Since you are new to such a business, I would like to send you a fair warning. This will not be the child's play you encountered in California. I hope you do realize that as one of the only female members of the Yuriev Family and the Bosses sister-in-law, you are more vulnerable than anyone else out there.

I find it hilarious to assume that you think that little stunt you pulled in that back alley would escape the eyes of the Lauriello. Unfortunately, it didn't, and now you'll find yourself being followed by the same people, who are waiting to get back at you in the worst way possible.

You should make the smart choice and go back to California where you belong, with all those other ignorant children. Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if you stayed, you're just that dumb.

With all my sincerity,

None of your business

Masha fist crumpled the piece of paper as she scowled at the opposite wall. Great, only three days in and she was already being threatened and insulted. "Sunoffabitch." She mumbled and leaned back in her chair. This shit just got real…. and tough.

Sorry this one took so long! It was a combination of my heavy procrastination issues and the fact that I had to write a term paper for my mythology class.

Guess what? My teacher said I could do a book report on one of the light novels, I'm so happeh!

And also, I am planning a prequel to this story, for those who want something that is on the appropriate timeline, it takes place in 1931 and it follows a 16 year old girl named Theo. That's all I can give you for now, but look forward to it!

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Masha: Why the hell do you take forever?

Ashj: I can't help it~

Masha: Oh yes you can.

Ashj: Nope

Masha: Ye-

Luck: Shut up the two of you. Just…. Shut up.

Ashj + Masha: Sorry.

Ashj: Oh! Another quick message, I will be making minor changes to chapter 2, as I've changed Durga's name to Volke.

Masha: Why?

Luck: Because it rhymes with Berga and she didn't want to confuse people.

Masha: Ah.

Ashj: So who wrote that letter? Huh? HUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH? Anyone wanna guess? I'll give you a cookie, and that whole deal with Luck's underwear is still standing too. –waggles eyebrows-

Masha: I thought you got those back.

Luck: Apparently not.

Ashj: Thank you to all who have favorite/watched/reviewed my story, and also thank you to my editor!

See you next chapter!