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The man in front of my eyes were a sharp blue, as disgusting as the blue sky could ever be, and his grin was the nastiest; with a blonde, pube-like mustache twirling over his lips like gravity was its fucking enemy, and all I wanted to do was throw up from how gross he looked. He was going on and on about our next operation, every detail, which I already fucking knew, and I was just dreading over this Skype meeting. Never ending, but I knew if I didn't end this soon or later, I was going to be even more frustrated.

See, I promised my sister I'd find a place to do my dry cleaning today, to take care of my suits, but here I was, listening to a guy who I hated, and I wondered why I haven't capped him yet.

"So, I was thinking we could have a few soldiers for this area, and then maybe your consigliere could come through and-"

"My consigliere?" My eyes threateningly looked to him, and he froze, eyes wide and I could see the tremble run through his body. "Why would you need him, Vick?"

"U-Uh," he gulped, stammering over his words as he continued, "one of your guys could come in-"

"My guys? Yes, they are, all of them, each fucking one of them, and even your slime ass as well. So, you don't fucking own anyone."

"R-Right, because your the Boss, the big, bad Boss-"

"Shut your fucking mouth, bitch." I leaned forward, crossing my hands over the table, looking down to the screen and letting a smirk run over my face as he jumped back a bit. "Listen, and you fucking listen good, that operation? It's fucking important, it's our stock for the next few months, got it? Get it done, I don't care how, just don't leave a fucking mess when you're through with it." And with that, I ended the call, slamming my laptop shut, and getting up from my desk with a displeased squeak in the chair, swiftly grabbing my coat from its hanger.

Letting a rough sigh escape my lips, I took a moment to rub my eyes before slipping the heavy material on, grabbing my keys and tracing through my office. My eyes met Vincent's green ones as I opened the door, and he gave me a quick surprise look.

"That was quick, Boss."

"Had too, he's a fucking dead man walking. I'm putting out a contract as soon as that operation is over, okay?"

He grinned, wicked and sinister. "You got nothing to worry about, Boss, he's already considered gone."

"Great."

Grabbing my cigs from my pocket and my lighter, heading down the hallway as heavy feet were right behind me, I ran a hand through my hair making ways towards the front door.

"Finding that dry cleaners today?" He spoke, as soon as we were out and heading to the black, slick car. "Or you're gonna let Cordelia handle them?"

"I fucking have too, or else she's is going to ruin every single one, and I don't fucking want that to happen."

"So, same ways as the last one?" Vincent questioned as I threw him the car keys.

"Yeah, four around and two with us, make sure no one looks in or out as we negotiate." We opened the car doors, sliding in with ease and Vincent look to me with a serious look that only made my look off with harsh eyes.