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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Jul 24, 2005 21:12:16 GMT -5
yeah...if you visit the rpg this story might make more sense...or not lol
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:36:58 GMT -5
Phone at her ear, Lydia glanced over the balcony behind the Ventimiglia residence and down into the pool and garden below. Mia was tanning beside the pool, looking for all the world like a model from a commercial; Izzy was swimming laps for fun. All was safe on the home front. She continued talking, but her eyes never left her siblings. Finally, she snapped her cell phone shut. Turning, she gasped only slightly when she saw Ekyps in the doorway. She hadn’t heard him come in. Ekyps leaned against the doorframe with his shoulder and head, crossing his legs and shoving his hands in his pockets. When Lydia saw him, he lifted his head and raised his eyebrows a bit, as though asking, “Who were you talking to?” “Alessandra,” Lydia replied, knowing her brother’s quiet ways. “She just called from the airport. You remember Uncle Tony? He was whacked last week, I guess. Ale’s coming to live with us for a bit.” Ekyps raised his eyebrows again, pushing himself off from the doorframe with his shoulder. Sighing rather audibly, he cooly walked to a large leather chair and sat down in it. Drumming his fingers against the armrest, he glanced over at Lydia. “Yes, she’s staying. I’m older; what I say goes,” Lydia replied. Ekyps rolled his eyes. With a smirk, he raised six fingers. He saw Lydia’s trademark smirk as she glanced once more over the balcony, then came inside. “Yeah, half a year. That’s still something,” Lydia replied, brushing past her brother. “Hear anything from Vinnie? He’s still with Dad, isn’t he?” Ekyps shrugged. He glanced up at Lydia with a “beats me” expression on his face. Then, he relaxed a bit more in the chair. “You’re a lot of help. You don’t know where your own brother is,” Lydia replied. “You don’t, either,” Ekyps replied. “Whatever,” Lydia laughed, leaving the room. Ekyps watched his sister. Once she’d gone, he rose from his chair and opened the French doors. Going out to the balcony, he looked down at his sisters. Raising his eyes, his gaze took in a larger perimeter. An amateur sniper could pick me off, if he had the right gun, Ekyps thought from the balcony. Glancing around with hawk-like vision, he made sure noone was hiding nearby, ready to attack his unsuspecting family. Turning from the balcony, he returned to the house.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:37:45 GMT -5
Valeria . . . Vega . . . Ventimiglio . . . too far . . . Ventimiglia! Evie pulled the large stack of folders from the filing cabinet. Setting them down on the table, she then searched for Barayev. Lifting a stack of folders less than an inch thick from the rest, she sighed. Surely the Barayevs are more popular than this, she thought to herself. Setting the Barayev files on top of the Ventimiglia files, Evie kicked the door closed with her foot. Walking down the hallway, she turned in to her father’s office. Tossing the files onto the desk carelessly, she plopped down into the rolling chair at an odd angle, sending it across the floor. Pushing herself back to the desk, Evie opened the first folder, feeling as though she was a detective who’d just found some hard core evidence. “Evie?” Detective Riley knocked on the doorframe. “Hey, what’re you doing in here? And where’s your father? He didn’t come in this morning.” “He didn’t come home last night, either,” Evie replied. “Well, he might have. I went to sleep early last night. He left a message on the fridge, though. Something about a case in the Bronx.” “I see,” Riley replied, clearly not believing her. “Well, tell me if he gets in.” “Sure thing,” Evie replied. Riley made to leave, then stopped halfway out the door. He turned, glancing at Evie. Evie opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off. “What are you researching, Evie?” Riley asked, walking towards the desk. “Oh, nothing,” Evie replied, sounding more confident than she felt as she swept the files from the desk. “Let me see,” Riley held his hand out. Evie hesitated. She glanced up at Riley. Could she trust him? Who could she trust? Still, she knew if she didn’t give them to him, it would seem as though she had something to hide. “Evie, I’m not going to hurt you,” Riley shook his head. “You know that.” Do I? Stop it, Evie! Mark is your friend; he’s known you and your family for years. He’s just curious. That’s it. Nothing more. Evie slowly handed him the folders, and Riley flipped through them. “The Ventimiglia family? Don’t tell me you want to join the mob,” Riley joked, handing her the files again. “Yes, right after I get my hair dyed blue,” Evie teased. “Just be careful with that, Evie,” Riley gestured towards the folders. “You’re playing with fire.” “I’ll be fine,” Evie smiled, sighing. “You sound like my dad.” “I hang around him a lot. He wears off on me,” Riley smiled, making for the door again. “Take care, Evie.” “I will, you too,” Evie called after him. I sure hope he doesn’t wear off on you, Evie thought a moment later. Of course, I’m not positively certain Dad’s working for the Ventimiglias. Of course, I’m not positively certain that he isn’t, either.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:38:10 GMT -5
Vinnie parked the car directly in front of the house. He wanted the girl to know he was there. With an arrogant smirk on his face, he slipped one into the chamber and stepped out of the car. Slamming it loudly behind him, Vinnie walked up the pavement lined with flowers and surrounded by a manicured lawn. Knocking on the door, Vinnie waited for an answer. A minute passed. He received no reply. He hadn’t done any research on the girl, and he had no idea what she looked like. Was she in school yet? But, it was summer. School was over for the year. She probably has a social life. That, or she’s scared stiff on the other side of the door. A well placed kick knocked the front door open. Vinnie stepped inside the house, gun at the ready. He glanced around inside, then outside again at the surrounding houses. What a friendly neighborhood, everyone always checking in on each other to make sure some mobster hasn’t blown them all to kingdom come. “Knock knock, anybody home?” Vinnie grinned, slowly making his way around the house. Five minutes later, he was back at the front door again. Noone was home. Cursing a blue streak in his head, Vinnie made a promise to himself that he’d be back again. When the girl was home. He tossed a business card from Angelo’s, the Italian restaurant his family owned. If the girl was as smart as he’d heard, she’d figure it out.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:38:29 GMT -5
When Evie glanced at her watch, it read 11:00. She groaned. Ticking off the hours with her fingers, she realized she’d been at the precinct for the past sixteen hours, or around there. Sixteen hours of researching, copying, highlighting, and as close to Hell as she wanted. It was like school all over again. Except, this time, Evie wasn’t researching presidents or dictators. She was researching murderers. Closing the last folder, she shoved the papers she’d copied into her bag. Taking the folders back through the well-lit halls of the precinct, she passed more than one convict chained to a desk or chair. A few had whistled at her, but she’d retaliated with a “get lost” glare. Once Evie had placed all of the folders in their correct locations, she returned to her father’s office. Gathering her things, she turned off the light and closed the door. At the front desk, she waved good-bye to Riley, who was just coming in to the precinct. “You been here all day?” Riley asked. “About,” Evie shrugged. “You need some rest, girl!” Riley shook his head. “I know, I know. I was just leaving,” Evie smiled, then noticed the rough looking man Riley had hauled in. “Well, I’d better be going. I’ll talk to you later!” Evie pushed the precinct doors open. The humid summer air was a huge contrast to the air conditioned building. Stopping for a moment to collect herself, she began down the stairs, taking them two at a time. “Whoa, sorry!” Chibi Kyle, a detective at the precinct, apologized when she ran into Evie. “It was my fault,” Evie replied, then glanced up to see who she’d run into. “Chibi!” “Evie! Hey, haven’t seen you around in a while. How you been?” Chibi smiled. “I’ve been,” Evie paused, thinking of her father, “Good.” “That’s good,” Chibi smiled, just as a man brushed passed them, knocking Evie slightly off balance. “Hey!” Evie snapped, staring at the man until he turned around to face her. “Watch where you’re going!” “Sorry, sweets. Didn’t see you there,” the man arrogantly grinned. “Whatever,” Evie muttered under her breath, then, to the man, “I’m sure.” The man’s grin never left his face. Evie had seen him from somewhere else before, but she couldn’t remember. He began down the steps towards them again. “And who do I have the pleasure of meeting? I’m Detective Tony Gonzalez,” the man extended his hand. “Evelyn Night,” Evie replied, shaking his hand only because propriety forced her to. “John Night’s daughter?” Tony asked. “Do you know any other Nights in the precinct?” Evie snapped, still angry. “You have his temper,” Tony smiled, then nodded towards Chibi. “Hey, Chibi.” “Hey Tony,” Chibi replied. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Evelyn Night,” Tony grinned that cocky grin of his again, then jogged up the stairs. “Isn’t he just Prince Charming,” Evie stated, rather sarcastically, once Tony had gone into the precinct. “Yes, the ladies usually love him,” Chibi laughed. “Not this one,” Evie smiled. “Well, I’d better be heading in, too. It was nice seeing you again!” Chibi smiled, checking her watch. “Take care!” Evie smiled, already continuing down the stairs. Her two-inch high heel black boots sounded hollow against the pavement. Evie’s fast gait caused her black hair to bounce and brush away from her face. Everyone who glanced into Evie’s dark, angry eyes steered cleared of her. With her attire as it was, and her gait as fast as it was, she seemed a woman not to be messed with. Evie grew more frustrated with herself, her father, and Sal Ventimiglia. But, mainly her father. The papers in her bag were poking her side, and she pulled the bag from her shoulder somewhat roughly. The force caused the papers to slide out of her bag and onto the pavement. Cursing under her breath, Evie knelt to gather them before anyone saw.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:39:05 GMT -5
Mia had decided to walk home from the casino. No matter that there were several people hunting for her father, and her safety was a huge issue. She would show them she was not one to be easily intimidated. Besides, she was protected. Two pistols, a cell phone, and a Swiss army knife were her arsenal. She spotted a woman picking up papers on the street a moment before she herself stepped on one. Kneeling down, she picked up the paper. She was about to hand it to the woman when she caught a glimpse of the paper. It was about her family. A smirk crossed her face. “A little young to be playing with fire, don’t you think?” Mia asked. Mia knew the first moment when the girl knew she was being watched. The girl tensed, and then glanced up. Mia thought she was about to reach for something, perhaps a gun, but she rose slowly instead, shrugging. “I don’t know,” Evie shrugged, “I wouldn’t exactly call it playing with fire. Fire is dangerous.” “Of course I know that fire is dangerous; you’re implying that the Ventimiglia family is not? But, from these papers, it seems as though you still have some learning to do,” Mia replied. “And I suppose you’ll be the one to teach me?” Evie asked. She raised her hand slightly to rest on her hip. Her other hand rested limply on her bag strap. Still, at any moment, Evie could quickly reach around and grab her gun. Mia smirked. She knew what the girl was up to. Still, she wasn’t in the mood for needless killing. “My, my. Such a temper and quick wit. Your father would be proud, Evelyn,” Mia smiled. Evie’s eyebrows rose a bit. She knew her name? What else did she know? Where was her father? “All right. One more question. What do you know about my father? Or has your father already killed him, Mia? Or perhaps Vinnie or Lydia? Or maybe you yourself?” Evie asked. “Your daddy . . . is in trouble. He was a very bad boy, Evie,” Mia shook her head. “Fortunately, my father is feeling quite generous. Your father isn’t dead . . . yet.” “How many other crooked cops work with my father? Oh, right. You can’t say. We’d both be in trouble,” Evie said, suppressing the urge to slap the smile from Mia’s face. “Good girl, Evelyn! Aren’t we the sharp one? Maybe there’s still hope for you,” Mia smiled. “I doubt it. My ‘shoot first, ask later’ policy and curiosity has gotten my father into telling me I’ll be six feet under before I hit twenty,” Evie answered. “Yes, well, I agree. Your curiosity is a problem . . . a huge problem. Your policy’s only bad if you happen to shoot the wrong person,” Mia said. “Does target practice on an annoying crooked cop count? Don’t worry, I didn’t kill him. I only gave him something to think about on his way to the hospital. Like, how he’ll never have to complain again about his wife having children. At least not his,” Evie retorted. “Hmm, I sure hope he wasn’t one of ours. If he was, bad move. If not, congratulations on one hell of a shot,” Mia circled the girl. “No, he wasn’t yours. I’m still deciding whether or not that was fortunate. He belonged to some other family . . . began with a B,” Evie replied. “Russians,” Mia muttered, cursing. “They need to all be shot.”
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:39:40 GMT -5
Lydia stared out the window of the limo. It was late, and Mia hadn’t come home. Lydia recalled her sister saying she’d walk home from the casino, and even then she’d thought it a bad idea. Suddenly, Lydia spotted her on the sidewalk, talking with another woman. Telling the driver to pull over, Lydia stepped out of the limo. “I thought I told you not to walk home. It’s not safe,” Lydia said. “Hi, it’s nice to see you, too. This is Evelyn. I was just telling her how shooting a B mob informant would get her far with us,” Mia smiled. Lydia knew the exact moment when the girl recognized her. Her hand went to her hip, and she suddenly seemed alert and ready for action. Lydia smiled. The girl needed to learn the meaning of respect. “Good evening, Lydia. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Evie said. “Not a good movie, Evelyn. You should know better than that. Born and bred Ventimiglias. What kind of fools do you take us for?” Mia smirked. “We’re armed, and the limo has back up. Of course, there are the snipers lurking about, as well.” “Your father was one of our best men. Are you following in his footsteps, looking for a little extra cash? Or looking for a way to the hospital?” Lydia said. “You must have done your research, since you know me. You should know then, also, that I’ve been trained. Not as you have, but I have still been trained. And, if I’m going to go to the hospital, or the morgue, I might as well take someone with me, hm?” Evie asked. “So jumpy. I don’t plan on killing you . . . unless you give me a good reason to,” Lydia replied. “I suppose the jumpy part comes from my mother always being harassed by the guys she helped put behind bars. That, or my father having a knack of always getting us shot at. I suppose that was probably you, though. Or the Russian family you mentioned. They stopped by our house a few times,” Evie shrugged. “Oh really. What did these visits pertain to?” Lydia seriously asked. “Hmm . . . let’s see. My father mysteriously disappeared yesterday. When I arrived home, all I found was a check. Mia mentioned my father, thus confirming that he’s with you. So, if he’s with you for doing . . . whatever he did . . . then why was the Russian family knocking on our door at 2 a.m. in the morning, almost blasting it down, guns blazing? That leaves two of us with absolutely no idea. I thought you might know. Which means that I have some serious talking to do with dear old dad, if you don’t get to him first. Well, if you don’t kill him, that is. Which at the moment, sounds almost like a good idea, since he’s been lying to me as he has been!” Evie had gone from cool and collected to rather annoyed and angry with her father; balling her hand into a tight fist and punching the lamp post beside her, ignoring the blood. “Damn him! He’s such a liar!” “That’s the business, unfortunately. But, I am very curious as to why the Barayev family is interested with your father,” Lydia looked around, noticing people listening to their conversation. “Perhaps we should continue this somewhere else.” Lydia motioned to the limo. Opening the door, she waited for Mia and Evelyn to step inside. Then, she climbed in, closing the door behind her.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:40:19 GMT -5
Evie’s eyebrow raised slightly in suspicion as Lydia and Mia waited for her to get in. Realizing that they were right probably right, that there were snipers everywhere, Evie decided to step in. Death is laughing at you, she thought. And all I can do is laugh back. “I haven’t the slightest idea why I’m telling you what I am, but I might as well. Maybe someone can get to the bottom of this. I honestly didn’t even know he was with you until the check . . . then it all fell together. Anyway, they came to our house a few times . . . I can’t remember everything that was said. Dad always sent me to my room, or somewhere where they weren’t. Or else they left the house and went for coffee or something. But, being the obedient daughter I am, I was always eavesdropping somehow. They were talking about someone named Vinnie. Mia saw the papers I have, so now I know who he is. They were going to whack him. They mentioned you, Lydia. They think Vinnie will be in charge, but don’t feel it above your father to let you run the business,” Evie explained. She sighed, trying to clear her mind and remember everything. Nevermind that she was helping the “bad guys” as her father had said, it appeared as though he’d been a double agent. And now, Evie was caught in the middle. “Mia . . . I don’t think they care too much about her . . . . Of course, now that they know that either you or Vinnie will be in charge, they’ll want to bump you both off. I did hear them say that. This is completely going against everything my parents ever told me. Though it would seem that dear old dad wasn’t exactly honest, either. Anyway,” Evie shook her head. Evie suddenly noticed a man walking down the street towards the limo. He wore a leather jacket. His hair was greased and long, falling every which way. A cigarette was in his hand, and Evie wondered who he was. When she saw him glance to the limousine, she wondered if he was theirs or the Barayevs’. “Oh, I feel unloved! They didn’t care about me enough! Oh well. At least they think it’ll be Vinnie in charge . . . someday. That’s good for us,” Mia said, then paused. “Wait, why are they talking about Vinnie being in charge? Dad’s still alive! Is there something you’d like to tell us?” “I haven’t the slightest idea. Don’t you think I would have told you already?” Evie asked. “I don’t know, would you have?” Lydia asked, more calmly than her sister. “Yes, and I suppose that’s great for Vinnie, too,” Evie replied. She frowned. She should be glad the Russians wanted this Vinnie dead. Yet, after some careful research, she wasn’t so certain. Actually, she kind of liked this rather odd hard-core family. However, the thought that they were holding her no-good, crooked, lying father hostage brought her back to reality. Sort of. “Nah, Vinnie hates being in charge. He just likes whacking people,” Mia smiled. “So, I suppose we need to take care of a few things,” Lydia sighed. “Not just a few. More than a few. The first being little Evelyn here,” Mia nodded her head very bluntly in Evie’s direction. “Well now, not so fast. Let’s give her a chance . . . she has given us a lot of information on our dear friends the Barayevs,” Lydia calmly replied. “You’re the boss . . . sort of. Should we make it a deal or a choice?” Mia asked. “If you make it a choice, you know what I’ll say. Then again, I’ve never dealt with the Underworld before,” Evie replied. “Why not both? A choice to join us, and the deal that she can see her father and decide his fate,” Lydia turned to Evie. “What do you say?” Evie paused for a moment. She sighed, deep in thought. She stared out the limousine window for a few seconds, seeing the same man outside, flipping the blade of a knife up and down. However, the limousine soon pulled away from the curb, leaving the man behind. “All my life, my parents have told me to stay on the side of the law. All my life, I believed them both to be law-abiding citizens. Now I’m doubting my mother as well. At the moment, I’m not overly fond of my father. However, he is still my father. Your suggestion?” Evie asked. “Help give us any further information on the Barayevs. Once they are no more, your father will be yours to deal with,” Lydia decided. “Works for me,” Evie nodded. She found that she rather liked the idea. The Barayevs had been to her house more than once . . . and they hadn’t been too nice during their more recent visits. She had a score to settle with them . . . and then with her father. “Good, but I must warn you. Now that you are one of us, we will have people watching you. For our own protection,” Lydia stated. “And yours,” Mia added. “Yes, these are dangerous times. Remember where your loyalties lie, Evelyn. We can protect you or destroy you . . . and it makes no difference to me,” Lydia cautiously warned. “And it makes no difference to me, either. But, unlike my father, you won’t have to worry about me going to the Barayevs. I’m not following in my father’s footsteps,” Evie shook her head, still upset with her father. “Good,” Mia nodded. “We’ve lost too many to them already.”
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:40:38 GMT -5
The limousine finally pulled up to the doors of Storm, the Ventimiglias’ club. Hundreds of people waited outside for the bouncers to let them in. Lydia looked outside the window for a moment. “Looks like business is going well. I don’t know about you girls, but I could use a little fun at the moment,” Lydia said, stepping out of the car. “Do you mind if I ask one more question?” Evie said, half in and half out of the limo. “Has my father asked about me at all?” Lydia glanced down at the girl. For the first time, she saw something other than anger and tension in the girl’s eyes. She saw something bordering concern. “No, he hasn’t,” Lydia said, as sincerely as possible.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:48:41 GMT -5
Ekyps sighed. He had been waiting for his sisters to return, but it was soon evident that they weren’t. Probably at Storm, he reasoned. With another sigh, he flicked his knife closed. Rising from the stoop he had been sitting on, he nonchalantly began down the street towards home. He’d see what his brother was up to.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:49:03 GMT -5
Evie glanced down at the ground, vowing not to cry. She looked up at Lydia to discern whether she was lying or not, but finally decided she wasn’t. With a quick nod, she sighed. “Thank you. I just . . . needed to know.” Lydia nodded and walked towards the club doors. The bouncer opened the ropes to let her pass, and the crowd moaned and complained, wondering why she had instant access and they didn’t. “He’ll take you home if you don’t feel like coming. It’s been fun,” Mia nodded towards the driver, then stepped out of the car to follow Lydia. Evie watched the two women walk into the club. Relaxing back into the limo seat, she closed the door behind her. Reaching up to lower the dividing screen, she gave the driver directions to her house. Sighing, she laid her head back against the seat and closed her eyes.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:49:32 GMT -5
“Business is going well,” Mia noted. The blaring music reached Lydia’s ears as she made her way to the V. I. P. Room. The club was already full of people either sitting at tables and talking, or dancing on the floor. And some of them were doing more than dancing. Once they were in the quietness of the V. I. P. Room, Lydia grabbed the phone from its cradle and sank down into the chair. “Hey, Vinnie. Just met the Night girl. Yeah, Dad told me she wasn’t home. She’s on her way home now. Thanks,” Lydia placed the phone back in its cradle.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:50:07 GMT -5
Evie thanked the driver and stepped out of the limo. Closing the door behind her, she glanced up at the large white house she called home . . . and realized how empty it suddenly seemed. The landscaping around the house was rather complex, with several trees, and Evie studied each one, waiting for a sniper to drop her. Digging in her bag as she climbed the stairs, she finally found her keys. Opening the door, she glanced behind her once more. The limo was still parked out front; it seemed as though the driver was ascertaining that she made it inside safely. That, or waiting for an assassin to kill me so he can drive him away. With a slight nod, Evie indicated that he could leave, then warily looked around once more. Turning, she went inside the house, closing the door and firmly locking it behind her. She turned the hallway light on, and then went into the kitchen. She carelessly tossed her bag onto the island, not seeing the business card her bag landed on. Then, Evie went to the stove to heat up some water for instant coffee. “What was I thinking? Dealing with the Ventimiglias?! Are you nuts, Evie? All my life, Mom and Dad told me to stay with the law. But then you didn’t follow your own rule, did you, Dad?” Evie glanced over at a picture of her and her parents. She missed her mom. Her dad? She wasn’t so certain, not now. He hadn’t even asked about her. He didn’t even care. But . . . the Barayevs. Evie sighed as she thought. They killed Mom. If anyone’s going to die, it’s them. The Ventimiglias have Dad . . . let them keep him. I suppose I’ll change my mind later . . . he is my father, after all. But only my father. Going to the stove, she pulled the teapot off the burner. Pouring the hot water over the powder in her mug, she grabbed a spoon from a drawer. Stirring it together, she took the steaming cup to the island again, dragging her bag closer to her. “What’s this?” Evie asked aloud, as a piece of paper fluttered from under her bag and onto the floor. She picked it up. Angelo’s . . . Italian Restaurant . . . . Evie continued reading. The business card was unfamiliar. It had been under her bag, so that meant it was in the center of the island. She hadn’t left it there, had she? My God! Evie suddenly felt shivers down her spine. Was someone in the house? Cocking her pistol, she made her way around the house, through every room . . . but found noone. Returning to the island, she pocketed the business card. Sitting down, she pulled the papers out of her bag. Sipping from her mug, she began reading. Evie was ready to stay awake all night if need be to learn about her new friends.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:50:53 GMT -5
Salvatore Ventimiglia sat at his desk. His hands were clasped in front of him as he berated one of his employees. Two thugs, whom he had recently hired, stood on either side of the employee’s chair, hands clasped before them. Three other crooked cops stood behind the seated one, waiting for their “trial.” “Now, word has it that you went to the police the other night, Mark,” Sal said. “I know you’re a cop, and I know that your chief also works for me. Now, the chief of the precinct on the other side of town doesn’t, and that’s who I heard you went to. I can’t allow my workers to go around sharing secrets with the good guys. Still, I’m willing to give you a chance. Did you go or didn’t you? You’ve worked for me as long as your friend Johnny has.” “Okay then. John’s daughter came by the precinct today, spent the whole day researching your family. She’s on to you, Sal,” Riley said. “And for that little bit of information, you’ll pay me double.” “I’ll do no such thing, Mark. You see, it would be like paying you and then taking my money back when I kill you for going to the cops,” Sal smiled, reaching into his desk for a gun. “Not so fast,” Riley suddenly whipped out his own gun, aiming it directly at Sal. The two thugs pulled their guns on Riley, too, but soon collapsed to the ground, dead. The three cops in the room had all aimed for the two men at once, killing them. Soon, it was only Sal and the four cops in the room. Knowing that Sal would have killed them all if he wasn’t alone, they did the only thing they could think of at the time. “Good-bye, Sal old pal,” Riley smirked, before lightly squeezing the trigger of his .9mm.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:51:17 GMT -5
The digital stove clock read 2 a.m. when Evie finally closed the folders. She wasn’t finished with them. She was nowhere near finished, but she needed sleep. Evie had had a rather eventful day, and she was ready for it to end. Her three cups of coffee were wearing off. Still she was awake enough to hear the almost silent closing of a car door outside, and the accompaniment of someone running up to the front door. Pulling her gun out, Evie quietly went to the door. Who could be there at this hour?
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