One Love & Two Sociopaths

Chapter 4

"It's 10 till, do you think she's coming?" Falcone was sitting behind his desk, nursing a cup of tea. Victor sat in front of his desk and just stared at the older man in front of him. "I can go get-" Victor was interrupted by Falcone humming, "We'll wait a little longer," Victor sighed. "Sir, with all do respect-" Suddenly the doors to the office slammed open causing the two men to stand up and turn to look at the door. Victor had his guns ready and then slightly put them down when he saw who it was.

*About 30 minutes earlier*

"Shit shit shit shit!" Arielle woke up late and was now rushing around getting ready. She had slept through her alarm and knew she'd probably somehow pay for it. She had managed to get ready in ten minutes, of course that meant her face was pale and covered in freckles. Usually she would've taken the time to put makeup on, especially when she was attending any sort of business meeting. But seeming how there was only 30 minutes left until she was supposed to be meeting the mob boss, she said fuck it. Arielle ran down the stairs of the apartment complex, not even bothering to take the elevator. On her way out she waved at the front desk then practically leaped into the black car. She glanced at her watch and sighed a breath of relief, '11:39.'
"Slept through your alarm?" Arielle looked up and stared at the man driving. He appeared to be around 6'2, very muscular, and fairly young. His appearance defiantly screamed 'bodyguard' along with possible fuck-boy. She ran a hand through her short, choppy, wavy blue hair and let out a dry chuckle, "How'd you know?" She really didn't feel like talking to the man, even though it was almost noon, it was still morning to her. One thing to know about Arielle, she hated mornings. The car ride was filled with idle chitchat, or well, mister fuck boy's chatting and quiet 'uh huhs' she'd let out in response. "We're here." Arielle looked out the window and saw a huge mansion, she had to admit the place was absolutely beautiful. Falcone was defiantly a wealthy and lucky man. She grabbed the handle to the car but the driver known as Michael was outside her door and opening it for her. "Oh, thank you-" While was getting out Mr. Muscles decided to get a little too friendly, perhaps Falcone wasn't paying him enough, or didn't like the payment he was receiving. While whipping around to face him she pulled out a knife and stuck it in his left cheek. The man grabbed his cheek and yelled in pain. She kicked him in the shin making him fall to his knees. Letting out a chuckle she said, "See, this is where men like you belong. On your knees bowing before a lady, we aren't objects. My body is a fucking temple and you sure as hell ain't getting into it. Sorry but you'll have to pray for mercy outside." At this point she had a scowl across her face and was fully aware her face was as red as the blood flowing from the mans cheek. Arielle glanced at her watch, "Shit..c'mon, you're coming with me to see Falcone."
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In the doorway stood Arielle, she had a gentle smile on her face. If you just focused on her smile, she'd appear as a sweet and innocent girl, but when you looked into her eyes you would see a different girl. There was also the fact she had a bloody man in her right hand, "Oop- terribly sorry, I didn't mean to slam the doors open." The men just looked at her for a few moments. Arielle stared back confused, totally forgetting what just happened. "Is there something on my face?" She said in a dark, serious tone. Victor was the first to regain composure, he stood up straight and hooked his thumbs onto the straps of his leather holsters. His dark eyes widened slightly, "yes actually," Falcone sat down and ran his hands over his face. "Victor, help the young woman." Victor nodded and walked over to Arielle stopping just centimeters before her. They both took each other in, Arielle stared up at the bald man she'd met last night and Victor stared down at the small blue haired woman. "I can take that for you." Victor said sternly while looking deep into her eyes. He found himself lured into her eyes, they were a mixture of silver and blue. He could see the darkness and excitement swirling around, it was something he never wanted to forget. It was a detail he didn't notice when he met her at Mooney's last night. Arielle found herself staring into his dark brown wide eyes and could see chaos and something else filling up his irises, it was like they were overflowing. Arielle glanced down at the thing Victor had referenced to, "Oh," She chuckled, "um, sure."
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"Please do tell what it was Michael said or did to you to cause you to injure him." Falcone and Arielle were sipping tea together and discussing the car ride. "Ah yes, you see-" Victor quietly slipped back into the room and stood against the wall observing the conversation. "Let me just get straight to the point, I'm sure there's more important things to discuss. Correct?" Falcone nodded, "Indeed miss Carter please continue." Arielle took a sip from her tea then looked up at the the older man in front of her, "Let's just say, he touched something that didn't belong to him."
"I'll see that he is taken care of Miss Carter, I'm terribly sorry that happened to you. Victor will take care of him-" Arielle stopped Falcone mid sentence, "I know I already did a number on him and if more must be done to him, I would like included. If that isn't too much trouble." Falcone smiled, "Of course, that shouldn't be a problem. Now let's talk about business."
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"So you're wanting me to work for you? Why would you need me when you have Gotham's best hitman working for you?" Victor smirked at her comment, her statement was true but it was nice hearing it from other people. "I'm the boss of Gotham, the most powerful man in the city if you will. It never hurts to have more power and I'm sure you're aware of what's going on in the underground. You do free lance work Victor informed me. You've also  worked for Moroni and Fish Mooney in the past. Surely having a steady job sounds appealing no? You're a strong young woman who'll only become stronger, there's no doubt in my mind. I'd like to help you and in return you help me." Arielle appeared to be deep in thought, "I've lived in Gotham my whole life sir, I began working for the underground at a young age, started working as a hitman around age 18 and took the title as number 2 by 21. All I've known is free lance work, when offered full-time work I usually deny it. I've seen many fall for choosing sides in the city. I enjoy what I do now, I enjoy how I live. I don't need any help, I'm doing just fine on my own. I have ever since-" When she spoke her voice was very firm, her voice could cause chills. Falcone stood up from his seat behind the desk and sat down next to Arielle. "My apologies if I caused any offense, that was defiantly not my intention. You may not know me very well but I know you Arielle. Your family has had ties with mine for generations. I won't go into details, you're very smart and don't need to hear what I have to say. There's a reason why Mr. Zsasz is number one and it's not just because he's a great shot." Victor walked over to Arielle and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with emotionless eyes. "Falcone is number one around here, he does good work. As do I. Deciding to work for him was the best choice I ever made. I assure you deciding to work for him is the best decision you could make." Arielle glanced at his leather gloves hand causing him to remove it. Falcone looked up and smiled, "Well said Victor, what do you say Arielle?"
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Arielle excepted the job, she wasn't sure who persuaded her the most. Perhaps it was both men, Falcone had a way with words and gave off the vibe of a wise grandfather. Then Zsasz, he was just Zsasz. Straight to the point and that's what Arielle liked. Her and Victor were currently walking outside along a path, "Why are there chickens?" Arielle had stopped and looked at the chicken coop. "Boss likes chickens, c'mon I gotta show you something." Arielle continued walking beside Zsasz both remaining  quiet. "Here." Arielle looked up at Victor and then his hand, he was holding the knife she stabbed into the perverted mans cheek. Arielle grabbed it and twirled it in her hands, "Thanks, I was hoping I was gonna get this back. It's one of my favorites.." She accidentally let her excitement slip, she was trying to keep up the tough guy facade. Victor smirked and glanced down at her, "You prefer knives?" She shook her head, "No no, I prefer guns. But sometimes knives just work better." Victor nodded in response and stopped walking. "We're here." They both stood in front of what appeared to be an old barn. Arielle looked at Zsasz and then the barn, she shrugged and started walking towards the barn leaving Victor behind. Victor just stood there for a minute watching her walk to the entrance of the barn. Once she reached it she turned around to look at him, his response was just a smirk.
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"I'm just going to stand back and watch-"
"You don't want part of this?"
Zsasz chuckled, "Oh I do, but this is your kill not mine. Besides-" Victor took a step towards Arielle and grabbed a strand of her blue hair and twisted it in his fingers. "I wanna watch you come undone." The smile on his face would've been enough to make any sane person run. But two of the individuals in the old barn weren't sane. Arielle smirked, "Alright, suit yourself." She took one step away from Victor and then turned around quickly and drew out gun in the process. Arielle strode over to the center of the barn where the man from earlier was tied and gagged. She stopped in front of him and smirked, "Can't touch me now can you?" Arielle just laughed as the man struggled against his restraints, "Are you saying you want to? Here, I'll help!" Arielle sat down on the mans lap straddling him. She ripped off the ductape that was on the mans mouth cause him to scream. "Oh I almost forgot about your little gash! Here!" She jabbed a knife into the same wound from earlier causing him to scream. Arielle smiled then looked over at Victor who was just wide eyed, "Are you sure you don't wanna play with us Victor? I think it could be a great bonding experience!" Zsasz was shocked and slightly turned on by the sight. Something about this woman made his blood boil in a good way. She made him feel a certain way he never felt before. Arielle was practically giving him puppy dog eyes, except these eyes were dark, cold, and mischievous. Victor knew he couldn't say no to killing someone but he didn't know he wouldn't ever be able to say know to the small sociopath inches away from him.
"Why not?"
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And done! Hope y'all enjoy the rewrite!