Crazy, No, Well Maybe

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Z sits rubbing her temples fighting the headache that wants to come. "Them" has ordered the death of all members of other mafia's and gangs and they have no idea who "Them" are. It sure the hell would help if they did.

"Them", loves to do contract killings, poaching and human trafficking, etc. Z wrinkles her nose in disgust.

Her mafia, BKZ, on the other hand prefers to stick with drugs, gambling, fire arms, prostitution and contract killings. At least their prostitution is by willing participants. When she finds those forced into the sex trade she helps them escape and start a new life. She gives them benefits and education helping them find new jobs and housing.

She's not a completely horrible person but she does her best to keep the soft part of herself hidden. She doesn't want her enemies to think that she's soft.

They live under the one mafia rule, omerta. Silence and honor above all. The family is more important than your life or the life of your loved ones. Any that break this code can expect execution of not just themselves but of their family and friends as well.

Z has also her legal businesses that help her launder the money she gets from her illegal doings. Not just that she's helping give jobs to others. Some of them are the biggest industries in their country and some are even global.

Z is very careful of just who she is, but she is also friends with many on the police officers.

"A, I need W's family's address." Z says tiredly.

"Why?" A says confused with her eyes scrunched up. All other times members have died Z didn't do anything.

"Someone needs to tell them what happened to him and everybody else is occupied. I'm just doing what needs to be done."

"I see," A says as she writes down the information on a paper and hands it to Z.

"Tell RJ that I'll be back around twelve and not to call unless it's important." Z says as she takes the paper and leaves the room.

"Yes, boss, bye," A says watching her boss leave, but still a bit confused.

When Z arrives at W's home a middle aged woman opens the door a crack smiling until she see Z then her smile disappears.

"Yes," the woman says politely but with fear in her voice.

"May I come in?" Z replies in a monotone voice. Her face blank of all emotions.

The woman replies, "Of course." Then she moves over and opens the door allowing enough room for Z to enter the house.

"Mrs. Brown, I'm sorry to tell you this, but-" Z is cut off.

"No! No, please tell me that he's fine, that nothing's wrong!" The woman pleads with Z, fear overtaking her. She collapses onto the couch, her legs no longer supporting her.

Mr. Brown hears his wife and comes to see what the commotion is all about.

"Mr. and Mrs. Brown you are free from BKZ. We will no longer contact or protect you, if you run into any rival gangs or mafia's contact the police and not us. You are no longer related to anything to do with BKZ." All this said with a stone face, then she says, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Mrs. Brown manages to ask how through her tears and sobs. Z replies emotionless, "Them."

"You said that nothing would happen to him!" Mr. Brown yells, pissing off Z.

"He was! Until he was stupid enough to be caught by 'Them'. Now I see where he got it from." Z says coldly furious at his yelling at her and questioning of her leadership.

"Do you even have a fucking clue as to who I am?" Z has never been so angry as she is now. "I am Z you fucking idiot." Once she finishes Mr. Brown's eyes are wide in fear and regret for his hasty words to her.

"Your son didn't fail you, if he had you would be dead by now. W chose to work for us instead of you being killed for the money that you owed us. He was a loyal and valued member of BKZ and his death won't go unavenged. That much I can promise you." Z tells them looking at them piercingly.

"And if you ever, ever raise your voice to me again you won't have a tongue. Understand?" Z demands.

"Y-yes, Miss Z," Mr. Brown manages to stutter out through his fear. 

"Good," Z leaves glancing at the clock. It's nine o'clock already. She holds in her sigh. It's still another two hours before she'll be home. She hates these long drives. At least it's her driver that has to drive. Maybe now she'll be able to relax enough to get a bit of sleep.

While on her way back her phone rings. "Talk."

"The deal went smoothly boss," RJ reports. 

"Good, how are the girls?"

"A little starved. I was just about to feed them. That ass hole hasn't feed them in some time and they are too skinny to use." RJ is more than a little annoyed by this.

"Give them lighter food to get them use to eating again, then give them food that will plump them up. Oh, and RJ?"

"Yes?"

Then she says, "Sorry for your loss." She actually has a bit of remorse in her voice.

"Thanks, Boss, talk to you later."

"Bye."

Tom or a.k.a. W was one of RJ's better men and was part of their main team. The main team consisted of RJ, Min, the late W and A and Lucky.

The driver with a panicked voice says, "Miss Z, we're being followed."

"Oh?" Z says curious. "Lose them or ...better yet pull over." She smiles brightly like a child on Christmas day receiving lots of gifts.

"Yes, Ma'am." The chauffeur replies and proceeds to park the car and turns it off.

As soon as the car comes to a stop a man gets out of the black van that was following them and walks over to their car.

The man yells, "Get your asses out of the car!"

Z raises her eyebrow at his tone. "Who are you?" Z says as she gets out of the car.

"NXO, you are coming with me." The man demands.

"Do you know me?" Z asks with a smirk and a sweet voice.

"Nope, our boss just told us to pick you up. Now get your ass into the van."

"Are you familiar with the name Z?" She says losing her sweet voice.

"Yeah, wh-" his words are cut off.

"So if I tell you that I'm Z what would you do?" She smirks at the look of fear the man holds. He sees the insanity in her eyes and has no doubt that she is who she claims to be.

"R-run a-away m-ma'am," the man stutters in fear.

"Then run!" She shouts. Then laughs insanely as the man takes off.