SMOKE

1. Bang

Warning ⚠️: Mentions of Blood, Violence, Drugs, and Breaking and Entering.

Dark was the night. Lysandra (Lizzy) Spear was on a mission for her father. It might seem absurd but yes, he did send his very own child to fulfill a duty that could potentially get her killed. But she willing to sacrifice anything if it means that she'd obtain everything her father possessed. Including, what she really wants, his status. Though, she's not the only one competing. Her older brothers were too. That's why this mission HAD to be successful.
The mission was simple, she had to collect an owed debt from someone. If he didn't have it her orders are to kill him. Simple.

She had memorized information about her target prior. As she walked through the random neighborhood, she began to slip both her hands in black rubber gloves. She checked the clip of her bedazzled Glock 9mm, the little gems sparkled underneath the street lamps. The clip was indeed full, predictably. She made a right turn and a few steps later, she was at the entrance. She didn't even bother to knock, she was certain that he didn't have her father's money. So why knock on a soon-to-be dead person's door? She raised her leg and let out a just enough force to kick the door open. She held her gun with both hands hand stomped inside the house. She walked in what seemed to be the living area. There was a woman there. She widened her eyes and screamed. "GET ON THE GROUND!" Lizzy yelled. She walked around the couch over to the cowering woman. She had her hands upon her head and sobbing desperately. Lizzy put the gun on her head. "Where's Tony?"

"Please don't kill me! P-please!" The woman begged. As the lakes of tears rolled down her fearful face, her mascara and foundation went down along with. Giving her face a smudgy look. "That wasn't my fucking question!" Lizzy scoffed and pressed her boot on the lady's neck. "I'm gonna ask you again. Once I lift my foot, you tell me where- THE FUCK TONY IS!" Pleading sobs and continuous blubbering filled the dim room. The aroma of smoke could also be sensed in the air, not that it mattered. "I'm gonna lift my foot, okay?" She confirmed, her foot slowly lifted up from against the woman's now bruised neck. "Now..." Lizzy crouched down. "Where.Is.Tony."

"He's right here." A deep voice spoke from behind. Both women looked to see and stranger, wearing all black, black hair that slightly passed his shoulders, and a Cuban cigar he was holding between his middle and index finger. He was holding Tony by the hair with his available hand. Tony was on his knees with blood leaking out his face. Lizzy stood up slowly and had her gun ready just in case. The man forced Tony to look up at him and tsked. "Looks like you've been in a lot of trouble Tony." He look up towards Lizzy. "I'm guessing he robbed you too?" He brought the cigar back to his lips and slowly inhaled. She shook her head. "Nah, he owes 32 pounds of cocaine." Whilst exhaling smoke, he raised one eyebrow and looked back down at Tony. "Oh really?" Tony yelped as the man behind him slammed him against the ground. The dark stranger crouched down beside him and began to speak in Tony's ear. "Now Tony... What do you have to say to me and this..." He looked Lizzy up and down slowly and a sly smirk crept up his face. "Lovely lady here?" He asked. "I- I'll pay you back! Both of you!" Pleaded Tony. The man rolled his eyes. "95,000 Dollars and 32 pounds of cocaine?" A whistle came from him. "Now that's a lot to pay back." Lizzy stood there, completely unsure what move to make. "Maybe I'll put you out your misery and just kill you." He stood up tall and threw his cigar on the floor, twisting his shoe as he put it out. "NO! PLEASE!" Tony cried. "I'm sorry man. Business is business." The strange man shrugged. He pulled out a gun out of his holster, and pressed it to the back of Tony's head. "I'll take it from here." Lizzy said walking up to both men. He looked up at her and smiled. BANG! Lizzy jumped at the loud sound. She then heard a thud. Looking down, she seen Tony laying in an expanding pool of blood of deep red. Along with squelching noises coming from the dead body. She looked up at the man and glared. "My finger slipped." He shrugged. Lizzy's eyes rolled and she let out a scoff. Now she had to kill the witness. Without looking, she shot and killed the woman who was still remaining on the ground. "I trust you'll clean this up?" She said raising an eyebrow. "Nah, I leave this as a warning for the others." He took out another cigar from his pocket. He then leaned down to check the corpse's pockets, presumably looking for a lighter. But as he did so, some of his hair fell revealing a spade symbol tattoo and it had hands below as if they were praising the spade. Lizzy's heart dropped. That was an S.C.E tattoo. The Spade Commonwealth Empire (S.C.E) is one of the very few BIGGEST mafia organizations. They are known for taking whatever they want, whether it's other gangs, money, territory, and they even invaded and claimed a federal bank and got away with it! They own multiple properties, some out of state- country even! Lizzy didn't dare move, she had no doubt that he'd kill her. "Fuck." She thought. The man eventually found the lighter he was looking for and brought it up to his lips where the cigar was. His thumb scraped the ignition and created a luminous flame. "Well... it's nice to have company every once in a while." He spoke. Lizzy tilted her head confused. Slow steps approached her, he offered a hand to her. She looked up a him unsure what his intentions were. But she reluctantly accepted it, the man lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss. Lizzy kept her glare though. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Lizzy." He smirked against her palms. Her eyes widened, she didn't him her name. "What?-" She felt the man aggressively tightened his hand around her wrist and slammed her into a nearby wall. "Agh!" Lizzy yelped. "Now... tell me why I shouldn't slit your pretty little throat." She groaned against his hold. "Because..." BANG "You're too pussy to do it." The man fell to the ground, holding his leg. "You bitch!" He hissed. She shot him again. You know, to make sure. And a third time. And a forth. And a fifth for the road. Lizzy pulled out her phone, pressed her recent contact and dialed. It rung twice before it picked up. "Hello?"
"Tony's dead daddy."
"I told his ass. That's what happens to hardheaded people, take that as a lesson." She nodded. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?" He asked. " I might have a lil bruise or three but other than that, I'm good." She responded. "Oh! And Daddy somebody else was here too."
" What do you mean?"
" He was from Spade Commonwealth. I seen the tattoo on his neck. 'Should be dead now I shot him a good amount of times-"
"FUCK! GET YOU ASS OUT OF THERE! NOW" He yelled over the phone. Without hesitation she began together her things. "What? Daddy what's going on?"
" Just listen once you get the fuck out that house, go to a gas station or McDonald's-something where there's a lot of people and I'll come get you."
"O-okay?"
" Stay on the phone with me until I get there."
Lizzy headed towards the door. Until she was snatched back. "You're gonna leave? Already?" How the fuck was he still alive? Her eyes widened in fright. He pistol whipped her, knocking her on the ground dropping her phone in the process. Tears formed in her eyes. "Aww don't cry." He mocked. "It's just a scratch." He walked over to her phone, picking it up. "Hello?"
"Fuck. Jahil don't make me-"
"Wrong Spade~" He said sing-songly.
"Smoke?"
"My brother? Hell nah."
"Brother? So you're Deuce. The mental one."
"Mental? I like that."
"What do you want from me? Leave my baby girl out of it!"
"Oh? Well that's out of my hands. As second chair, I have to report her to first chair."
"Second chair? You're the youngest son..."
"Welp. Better get a move on."
"WAIT- DEU-"
Deuce threw the phone on the floor and broke it.
He looked over to Lizzy who was passed out. He laid down to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder. Once outside he placed her in the back of a black van.