"I'm more than just a pretty face darling" the woman purred seductively as smoke slipped past her cherry red lips "I'm full of scary little secrets that you don't want to see"
The raven haired man chuckled deeply and tilted his head "but secrets are...
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"Fuck!"
Claud paced back and forth in her office, the sound of her steps being muffled by the rug, as her hands continued to run through her once silky hair. The white strands were frazzled and wild with the occasional one stuck to her forehead. Her cloths were disheveled with her shoes kicked off and blouse slightly undone. Each breath that escaped her mouth was shaky, her ribs cage shuddering with each exhale, like someone was dragging a cold pipe across them to taunt her. Her friends were no better. They were scattered around her office, the air buzzing with hostility, each dropped into the various seats around the tall room. James was leaning heavily on her desk as he smoked.
"What will we do?" Newt huffed as he burried his paled face in his hands.
While Claud was away in Birmingham, Sabini had taken the chance and had completely demolished one of her several art galleries and had stolen anything valuable. Painting, sculptures, and even some historical artifacts that she had dotted around the place. Including a marble statue of Aphrodite. The London gangster was beyond livid as she continued to wear down her red Persian rug that she loved so much. She knew that the cops wouldn't really put eny effort into an investigation, half were on the Italians payroll, while the ones that were in her pocket could only do so much with their jurisdiction.
"Our coppers can't do much" Jackson growled. He was seated, arms crossed, in the chair in front of the desk. He was mulling over the fact that Claud was literally gone for one day and this shit had happened. Sabini had some nerve. He was feeling even worse because when Claud left, he was always left in charge.
"We can steal it back" Beatrice deadpanned as smoke slipped past her ruby red lips.
Dean let out a scoff "and how do we do that?"
"We don't even know where their being stored" James added with a small whine as he leaned into Claud's touch. She was now seated on the desk beside him while his head rested against her shoulder with her slim hand running through his now loose hair.
"He has limited allies" Maggie pointed out "so there's only a few places that they can be"
"Make a list of Sabinis allies that have warehouses and property in London" Claud spoke lowly as she pushed off her desk and slipped on her shoes "he couldnt move all that stuff far. When you have the list, bring it to my house. I'm going home"
"Need a lift?" Dahl asked as the white haired woman pulled on her coat and hat hastily. She shook her head at the American.
"I can drive"
She glides through the halls of her restaurant and pushed through the doors that lead to behinde the bar. She nodded to the bartender as she passed and slipped through the gaps in the tables. She burst through the double doored entrance and down the four steps and down onto the bustling London street. It was full of evening chatter and the smell of rising cigarette smoke while a gentle light was cast across the stone roads by the hazy sun. The light glittered as it came through the windshield but never blinded Claud as she drove in a smooth silence that was only tinted by the crackling of gravel under tires as she drove up her driveway.
