The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks.
Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the...
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Anger was clear with every step Renata took, her black combat boots slamming their merry way against the floor as her nostrils flared.
Business had began to become more and more complicated, things that had been shared made it come across as though everything was in working order; there were no faults with debt being settled, product being distributed through the dark whispers of the streets, shipments of armaments and drugs were in the best shape.
That was not the case.
The top products which is popular through the streets of New York specifically: Cocaine, Heroin, LSD, Ecstasy and Meth. Marijuana had increased its popularity a few years ago due to it being deemed as legal in New York, and now dealers mainly got their strong shit from the French mob, which dominated NYC with occasional influences from the most popular mob in America — based in California.
The top products, in Renata's interpretation, was an obvious success and was bringing in fantastic revenue that was acting as a benefit to enhance the products anad make them more desirable to the needy public - but the moment Renata walked into the warehouse, seeing gangsters act as if their heads had been chopped off, surprised at the figure that gazed down at them.
Renata did not mention to anyone besides her immediate circle about her arrival, and simply coming here now with the information she had, things had to change.
Word had spread all over the Black Market that her gang in NYC had gotten lazy. Abbott wished to give them the benefit of the doubt. Trusting the words they shared with her, allowing the people who she had put in charge, to report back to her in full.
No words could describe how she felt about being lied to, betrayed. She had put her faith in two women and two men, in hopes that they would lead while she was away attending to her business in France. Though, looking down at the hundreds of members in such large warehouse, was a punch in the gut.
Jax, her close friend, had ordered every member to show up tonight, to drop everything and attend a such important meeting — well, only to those in America.
Not one person had clocked that Renata was leaning against the railing, her slender arms dangling as they play with her Cartier: 18k yellow gold bracelet, Just Un Clou collection. And the rings on her fingers clinking together on occasion.
Will pulled out a gun and shot at the rat that attempted to escape, only to fail but it gained everyone's attention. Cillian suppressed the grin and spoke out to the fidgety members, "Thank you all for coming on such short notice, can the two women and two men, who were put in charge when Ms Abbott left, please step forward."
Cillian's voice deep and gruff as though he had been smoking 20 cigarettes a day, though what his voice sounded like, his look made up for it. His eyes locked onto the figures that moved through the crowd of people, and long and behold, two women and two men stood infront of Will and Cillian.
