coruscate ; 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘

𝑻𝑾𝑶

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Marjorie sat on Thomas's couch, his family next to her. Did the amount of eyes bother her a bit, yes? Did the amount of eyes intimidate her? Not one bit. She was taught not to be intimidated.
Thomas was still outside, yelling at his staff as Polly Shelby took a sip of her drink, her eyes not leaving the woman next to her.

Then he came storming in, his eyes livid. He stood in front of her, the nonchalant look on her face angering him further. Without thinking he cocked his gun and pushed the barrel to her throat. "Whoa, dude!" Jack yelled behind him and pulled his gun on him.

Marjorie didn't flinch, she merely raised her hand, signaling Jack to lower his weapon. "Tell me where my son is." He threatened her. "Tom, maybe-"Tell me!" He interrupted his aunt, shouting in Marjories face once again.

"This isn't the first time someone's threatened me with a gun, Thomas." She paused to let out a sigh. "I'm not your enemy." She tried. "I might change my mind though, if this gun presses against my throat any longer." Marjorie pushed his arm away and leaned back. Jack was able to breathe once again.

"Who the fuck are you?" Polly asked, placing her drink down. Marjorie got up to walk to the window. Just as she thought stood a man at the gate, trying to see into the house.

Her blood was boiling. It was her uncles doing, she was sure. Vernon has been keen to overthrow his brother his whole life. He was more than happy when her father died, sure to take over the whole business just to find his last will to be his daughter to take over everything.

Marjorie snapped the shotgun John was holding to turn to Polly. "Right now I'm someone's grim reaper"

With fast steps she made her way to the front door, out on Thomas's front porch. In a matter of seconds she took the shot, landing on the mess of a man who tried to flee a second too late.

She pushed the gun into Arthurs hands as she calmly walked down the road to the gate. She had the man by the collar. She dragged him with her, ignoring his agony filled whimpers.

With angry eyes she pushed the wounded man into the house, the shelby's gathered like a group of shook gooses. "You're spying, you little shit?" She cursed as she squatted down. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "You're one of my uncles rats, aren't ya?" The man only chuckled as he spit into Marjories face.

Something changed in her gaze, Thomas noticed, so did Polly even Jack did. He knew what that meant, Mr. Shelby's staff should get their cleaning tools ready.

She sighed as she cracked her knuckles and closed her eyes for a second to take a breath and wipe the spit off of her face. "Вы умерли" ( "Vy umerli" - "You're dead")

Without a moment to spare she took a swing and hit the man square in the face. His nose made an unhealthy crackling noise as blood spread over his face. He grunted in pain as Marjorie took another swing, another and another until his face was a pile of flesh and bones. She was done when the body attached to the mush only twitched anymore.

She took a breath, her hands were a stinging bloody mess. He dress shirt bloody as well as her whole fucking face.

She lit herself a cigarette as she leaned against the wall behind herself.

"This is how you deal with scum properly."

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Marjorie's eyes were wide, hands desperately gripping the hem of her dress. The blood splattered everywhere, she had to blink as the red liquid reached her face with every stab. "You don't get no second chances." her father grumbled. The knife made a mushing noise, it made her nauseous.

His face turned to her, putting the knife down. "Marjorie, look at me." Her wide eyes found her fathers. She couldn't really make it out to be her fathers. The face in front of her could've been her dead grandfather and she woudln't have noticed. He grabbed her head, smearing blood over her cheeks in the process.

"This is what we do." she paused to wipe the tear just below her right eye. "No crying." he demanded. "Finish him off." He simply ordered her. He grabbed her hand and pushed the knife into her palm. Irvin aligned the knife with the mans larynx. "Now you push with all your strength." he instructed her. The girl pushed the long knife into the man with all the strength she could muster.

The man started to squirm, making  Marjrorie squint her eyes closed. "Eyes open." he dictated. "At least look the person you're killing in the face." Irvin spoke. As the man didn't move anymore she squirmed off of the body. "That's it." Her father stood in front of her with an already stained cloth. "You'll be my heir, Marjorie." he wiped her white face. "You'll be a worthy heir." he whispered.

She was twelve years old that night.

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Now clean and fresh she introduced herself. "My name is Marjorie Ivanov, head of the Ivanov organization." She paused, allowing herself a drag from her cigarette. "We don't associate with the fucking Russian mafia." Polly threw into the room. "We talked about this." Marjorie shook her head, she sighed.

"I don't want any business with you." Thomas sat himself down. "I want the Changrettas. This is solely personal." Thomas shook his head, putting out his cigarette. "I need to know the reason" Marjorie held his gaze, his icy blue eyes boring themselves into her mind. "I need to know the reason why you want the Changrettas dead." She nodded, she wiped some left over blood off her finger. "Not now though, i need to make a phone call."

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"Ivanov?" Her brothers voice filled her ear. "Hi there, Theo." She heard him gasp. "Mar, how are you?" She had to smile, hearing her brothers voice was the most delightful thing today.

"I'm alright." She had to lie to him, what kind of sister or leader would she be if she complained to her little brother about every little thing.

"I want some things from you." Theo hummed, ready to carry out her orders. "Go ahead." He spoke. Marjorie sat herself down on Thomas's desk. "Get me some guns and knives, some good vodka and a car. There's no way for me to get around in this shit hole." She paused to think. "Tell Vernon to sleep with an eye open." Theo cleared his throat.

"What do you mean?" Marjorie pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, the iron smell still in her nose. "I took his spy out." Theo sighed. "Why would he even?" She chuckled. "Exactly."

There was a pregnant pause. "Anyways, take care Theo." She almost whispered. "You too, Mar."

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hi! I'd like to apologize beforehand. I don't speak Russian. Everything i use or will use is translated with google translator. I'm trying to use as little Russian as possible as i don't speak the language.
thank u :)