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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Renata stood with Will, Cillian and Jax along with a few other men, she stood waiting and doom scrolling through her phone while puffing on a cigarette. She knew she should likely stop soon, it wasn't a good habit but with everything going on, it helped ease the tension. Her mind kept thinking back to the way Magnolia's body responded to the gun being pressed into her once again, this time the fear wasn't radiating - it was thrashed upon Renata like a the wind in London, and she loved it.
Thereis something truly beautiful about being feared because it fed her already huge ego, having someone be so terrified of her to the point of passing out made her feel things. More than guilt.
She couldn't deny the horrid feeling that she couldn't get rid of, the idea of making the woman of her dreams more scared of her just ruined any chance of them perhaps being something - she likely would have to talk to the blonde and apologise to clear the air. But would she accept? Or just tell her to go away? She knew Magnolia hated her and everything she did, nothing would ever make her like her and that was clear, the blondes hatred ran deeper than Renata knew and her brain wracked itself over what reason it could be.
Her thoughts of the blonde were interrupted by the sound of tired against the gritty ground, a blacked out SUV pulling up to the warehouse, followed by a few others.
Renata's face remained stoic, her men standing behind her with guns at the ready in case something was to go down - highly unlikely, but she was cautious like that - she watched as all the cars parked up and men and women began filtering out of the vehicles, waiting for the Boss to leave.
And with all his glory, he descended from the middle SUV, men behind him as he stalked towards Renata whilst others stayed behind to keep watching, their guns away but likely hidden in their jackets. It would be disrespectful to have them on show whilst in her territory.
She hadn't seen Peter Sterling in years, not since she was a child. Him and her father were great friends from childhood when her dad lived abroad in a Canadian Private School, one that was notorious for upcoming criminals, ones that came from high status families. He had changed a lot, his face had become more wrinkled and tanned, age hadn't been kind to him as he looked slightly shorter than the last time, though he dressed professional and exquisite as he wore a black suit whilst his goons wore black but in a more cheaper expense - his looked as if it was specifically designed for him.
The suited man made his way to the tall woman, beaming his pearly whites at her and paying no mind to those around her. "Renata! It's such an honour to meet you, me and your father are old friends - a true man of his word - I look forward to this meeting with you." Peter spoke with high respect, his arms extending out to greet her, she gave him a small smile as they kissed each other on the cheek. "Though I do take offence to your men showing their guns." he chuckled, though it wasn't a joke.
