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╔═ⵜ⛧ⵜ═════════╗ Vincent's P.O.V ╚═════════ⵜ⛧ⵜ═╝
Noises of annoyance and congratulations alike drifted through the air, filling the game room of my mansion as I won yet another round of poker with a grin on my face. Pulling all the money and chips over to my area of the table, I downed the rest of the whiskey in my glass and chuckled at those of my men who were wearing annoyed expressions. Glancing over at my head maid, Jada, I motioned her over for a refill of whiskey.
Taking a sip of my drink once it's refilled, I gave the maid a nod of thanks before dismissing her, leaning back in my chair whilst pulling out my pack of cigarettes and lighter. Placing one of the cancer sticks between my lips, I lit it up and took a deep inhale, my gaze shifting over towards my top informant, Steph, who had her eyes glued to her phone. "Guys, someone turn on the fucking tv and put it on the news channel."
Her sudden demand had me arching a brow, and I could tell it confused my other men, though her brother, my consigliere Dante, nodded and turned on the flatscreen television in the room before adjusting the channel. Turning my attention to it to see what Steph had been so shocked about, I took a deep inhale of the toxins from my cigarette, my brows scrunching together as a mugshot of sorts popped up.
"News just in, the infamous Corvina Crowley, also known as America's deadliest woman, has been captured and is now residing in Anarchy Asylum on what's been dubbed "Killer's Island" in Rhode Island. After five years of being hunted down by the police, she's finally off the streets, much to the relief of many out there, however, her capture reportedly didn't go smoothly. In the struggle, she managed to severely injure six officers, three of which are now in critical condition in the ICU. We hope that the injured officers recover quickly and smoothly. Onto other news.."
I turned off the television once the segment on Corvina Crowley had ended, turning to look at the rest of my men, who all wore similar expressions of shock or aloofness. I myself was somewhat shocked by the news, however most of that segment, my attention was more focused on the mugshot that had been on the screen. Holding onto a placard with her information on it, Corvina wore a sinister smirk while staring boldly into the camera, blood smeared across her cheek and under her nose.
Her long, raven black hair was frazzled and messy, though in my opinion, that only added to the attractiveness of her. One look at her and you could tell that she's insane, though that fact had my pants tightening more than it should've. Clearing my throat, I crushed the butt of my cigarette on a nearby ashtray, my attention moving to my second Capo, Enzo when he spoke up.
"Damn, I can't believe they actually caught her. It's a shame, she could've been a great asset to us if we ever could've gotten in contact with her, assuming she'd even agree to be allies with us." His words made me start to think and, shifting my gaze between all of my men, a smirk subtly lifted the corner of my lips. "We could still make her an asset to us potentially," I told them all, earning myself a lot of confused and curious looks.
"How can we do that with her locked up, fratello?" My younger brother and Underboss, Roman, asked me, his brows furrowed. Downing a few sips of my whiskey, I sat up in my seat before voicing my idea. "Simple. We can have Steph get all the information we need on Anarchy Asylum and have her create false psychologist paperwork. Then we can have one of our soldiers disguise as a psychologist and go to the asylum under the guise of having orders to treat Corvina."
"I think I see where you're going with this. By having an insider going to the asylum and talking with Corvina, we can hopefully gain her trust enough to get her to side with us while also setting up a plan to break her out," my first Capo, Alexander, spoke up, making me nod my head in confirmation. "That could work, though would it not be more helpful to have one of us in the upper ranks disguise as well to ensure things run smoothly from the inside?"
The question asked had me shift my gaze over to my third Capo, Gianni, and, after mulling it over, I nodded before finishing off my whiskey once again. Standing up from my seat, I leaned against the table we had been playing poker on. "It would be. Gianni, choose one of your soldiers. Dante, you'll go too and communicate everything with us so that we can plan an effective attack plan to get Corvina out of there." I told my men, watching in approval once they nodded.
"Understood, Don," Gianni and Dante both confirmed, to which I nodded. "Good. Everyone's dismissed for the night. Tomorrow, we start putting our plan into action," I dismissed all my men, walking out of the game room with them trailing behind me. Once they all left, Roman, Dante and myself were the only ones left behind as we're the only ones to actually live in this mansion.
"Alright, goodnight fratello, amico," I voiced my good nights to them both before making my way upstairs and into my bedroom. Unbuttoning my shirt, I tossed it aside on a nearby chair, my pants soon following and leaving me in only my boxers. Lying down on my bed, I shut my eyes as thoughts ran through my head. Soon enough, we'll have Corvina on our side and I'll be making sure of that.
───────────────────── Translations Fratello: Italian word for brother Amico: Italian word for a close friend (masculine) 980 word count ─────────────────────
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