"What should I do with the loot from Goldman's house?" asked Jacob. "Just put it in the safe. I have to go over finances so just get someone to count the money and appraise the jewelry." Jacob nodded and left my office. Jacob was my second in command. Anyway, my two bodyguards and I had gone back to my office. My office was located in a warehouse that I had refurbished so that it was more like an office in some areas and like maximum security prisons. in others. The warehouse held my office where people could consult me, along with interrogation rooms, weapons, vehicles, drugs, and most importantly, the safe. The safe was exactly what it sounded like. It's a bank vault that I had installed to hold our riches. There were always seven armed guards on duty. I thought that seven would be a good number because seven people in a conspiracy to steal my money? One of them would be a rat. Plus most people would be too afraid of me to even try. A few years back when I had started gaining followers, five of them had conspired to steal every penny I owned. At the time my money was stored in the same warehouse that we were in now but it wasn't as guarded. This was a few months before I had refurbished the place. One of the people within the group told me about it. I was of course very upset. I called each one of them into my office and had them all knocked out and taken into the same interrogation room. I tortured them for days until they told me that they had conspired against me. After they admitted to the crime, one of them had the gall to ask for forgiveness. The others begged for their lives. I just laughed as their wrists were slashed. It was over in minutes. I am brutal but I must be. I must be feared, not loved. To strike fear into my followers hearts and those of my rival gangs is necessary. How else was I supposed to run such an amazing crime ring?
I let out a long sigh and stood up from my desk and walked out of my office. As I walked past my followers they all mumbled a version of, "Hello Miss Ruby." Some even asked how I was today, though I of course didn't answer. I can't answer. If I do then they will see me as a friend, not a powerful mob boss. Marcus, the general of my "army", came running up to me. "Miss Ruby! There was a shooting." I calmly said, "Mmmmhmmm. Well which gang was it?" "It was the Kings." Rage covered my face and everyone around shrunk down in fear. "Who was shot?" I asked while trying to keep my temper in check. "Only a few new recruits. We were training in the yard." The yard was a training area right outside of the warehouse. "The Kings were on my land?!?" "Yes Miss Ruby" I became deathly calm. "We must teach Mr. King a lesson." Marcus smiled evilly. "Of course Miss Ruby. May I make a suggestion?" "Of course Marcus." "Well, why don't we set up a lovely, little scavenger hunt for him?" My lips turned up into a smile that could make a full grown man drop dead. "I knew I had a reason not to kill you." Marcus smiled proudly. It was quite rare that I was happy.
Oh how fun this will be! Killing is the only thing that entertains me now. I am empty inside. Only a black hole. The only things I do feel are anger and blood lust. Watching the scarlet liquid flow out of a living body. It fascinates me. It is strange that I feel this way because of my family's demise, but I don't question it. I have to do a lot of killing so why shouldn't I enjoy it? I still hunt for my family's killer everyday. Not a day goes by that I do not think of my Georgie or my Robert. Some mornings I wake up and think of how I should wake up Georgie and that I should put on a pot of coffee for Robert. Then I remember. In that split second everything is right. In that second I am happy and whole. I am in pieces.
Sorry this took so long and is so short but I thought that I should just start a new chapter because Ruby is gonna go crack some heads in an epic fight scene!! Just thought that I would give a teaser :)
- <3 Aurelia
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Ruby
Historical FictionMy name is Ruby. It wasn't always that though. It was once Annabelle Gray. That was before my husband and son were brutally murdered by the mob. The year was 1922. They found him and my son lying in a pool of red on the kitchen floor. That was the d...