*Author's Note:
SHIT just got fucking INTENSE, huh? What do you guys think? Looks like Luna is good at this mafia queen thing....
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Luna POV
It's a stormy dark night in NYC, the streets are empty, the weather is cold again. I'm dressed like a true bad ass, in all black. I have on black jeans, black over the knee heel boots, long black trench coat that is tied, showing off my small waist, and my hair is down, with a black Panama hat on. I'm fully playing up the whole mobster vibe. I walk alone, Dante is ready near the alley I am supposed to run Ryder into. I turn the corner to the spot that Ryder is expecting his men to show up with me. I had left a box there, with their fingers in it, and a note, telling him I'd see him real soon. I wait against a wall around the corner, peeking out waiting for him to open the box.
Ryder opens the box, and horror takes over his face. I text Dante, letting him know he's opened the box and to wait 10 minutes before pulling into the alley that we agreed on. Luckily, Dante has people inside NYPD, so they took the shifts in that area that night, leaving us able to do whatever we pleased. I take a deep breath, put my head down, my hands in my pockets, and loudly walk towards Ryder, my heels echoing the streets are the only sound to be heard. I approach him as if I'm a stalker, closing in on his victim. As I get closer, I pull my pistol out of my pocket and cock it, the noise ringing through the air, slowly picking my head up, and slowly smiling evilly at him. His jaw drops as he turns and runs. I keep my pace, stalking him, leading him to the designated alley, knowing that'll be where I corner him.
Narrator POV
Ryder sprinted through the alley, looking over his shoulder, getting drenched from the night's intense thunderstorm. 'Who the fuck has she become? What happened to the weak girl I took pleasure in breaking, time and time again?' He thinks to himself as he slowly comes to a stop.
Out of nowhere, Luna turns down the alley, walking in over-the-knee black heel boots, a black trench coat, and a big black hat. As the rain slows down, all Ryder can hear is the click of her heels hitting the pavement in the abandoned alley. A car turns down the other entrance behind Ryder, lights flashing onto her face as she walks towards his front, cornering him with no way out.
Ryder's eyes grow huge as she lifts a 9mm up with her right arm, smiling a wicked grin. "So tell me Ryder, how does the predator like being the prey." Those are the last words Ryder hears, as he feels the barrel of her pistol hit him across the head, knocking him out.
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