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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:52:08 GMT -5
“He’s not answering,” Lydia sighed, shaking her head as she turned to her sister. “Where could he be?” “He probably forgot his cell,” Mia shrugged. “I’ve called the casino office and his cell, and noone’s answering,” Lydia said, worried. “Maybe he’s busy. Maybe he’s turned his phone off,” Mia replied. “Stop worrying.” “I guess you’re right,” Lydia sighed. “I thought you said you wanted to dance,” Mia smiled. “Let’s go.” Lydia smiled. Her sister always knew what to say . . . most of the time. Rising from the desk chair, she stepped outside into the main club area. The music immediately began to calm her a bit, and she went to the bar. “The usual,” she told the bartender, while looking around at the occupants of the club. Her training had begun when she was just a child, and now she could spot a rival mobster from almost anywhere. As she glanced around the room, her tension eased a bit when she recognized almost everyone as a regular patron. Still, something didn’t seem right.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:52:56 GMT -5
Evie halted in front of the door. Whoever was on the other side was most likely not bringing good news. Who else, but the police, knocked on people’s doors at two in the morning? I’d rather not consider the other option, Evie thought to herself, cautiously reaching down to open the door. Suddenly, Evie was thrown backward as the door was kicked open, hitting her in the face and catching her off balance. She almost lost her grip on the gun, but kept it firmly in her hand. As she stared up into the face of a rather muscular armed man, she backed away, raising her own gun. “You must be Evelyn Night,” the man smirked. “You must be the dimwitted thug I’m about to kill,” Evie snapped in reply, wiping the blood from her nose. “Aw, now don’t go getting all upset,” the man mocked. “We’re going to take a ride.” “And what the heck makes you so certain?” Evie raised her gun, as the man raised his. “The fact that I’d hate to have to blow your head off and ruin your pretty little face,” the man smirked. “I’ll blow off more than your head,” Evie snapped, firing as she ducked down behind the island. The man cursed, first at himself and then at her. Evie smiled. She had hit him. Well, she had heard the bullet hit something . . . that didn’t mean that it had hit him. I hope it did, she thought. As she heard footsteps coming around the side of the island, Evie scooted around the corner. Controlling her breath, she opened and closed the action, giving away her position. She heard the man’s quickened footsteps coming towards her a bit oddly. It sounded as though he had a limp. Vinnie Ventimiglia? Evie remembered his limp as one of his more defining characteristics, according to the files. She closed her eyes in remorse. He was one heck of a good fighter. How was she to outwit him? Evie made a run for the dining room. She heard a shot, and felt the sting of a burning bullet graze her cheek almost instantaneously. He missed on purposely, Evie thought. A small bit of rage coursed through her. Did he think she couldn’t take care of herself, that he needed to purposely not blow her head off? She heard Vinnie following her, and ran through the dining room to the living room on the other side of the house, opposite the kitchen. The cool night air hit her lungs and heightened her senses. Evie began sprinting down the steps and around to the garage. Suddenly, she felt the air leave her lungs as she smacked down hard on the grass. Vinnie had tackled her with all the grace of a football player. Even on the ground she fought, kicking and struggling to grab her gun, which had fallen from her hand. “You’re making this a hell of a lot harder than it needs to be,” Vinnie grunted, as he struggled to get Evie under control. “You think so?” Evie retorted as he rolled her onto her back. She brought her head up to smash his nose, but he had his gun at her forehead in a moment. Still seething, she stared at him with rage. Would he dare blow her brains out? She didn’t know. The Ventimiglias needed her, though. She had information on the Barayevs. Evie wanted to keep the status quo on her side. How was she to do that? “Going to kill me?” she asked, with as much courage as she could muster. “Maybe,” Vinnie replied. “Just trying to even the score.” “Hey, you see this blood on my cheek? That was from you,” Evie said, seeing his bleeding shoulder for the first time. “I think we’re evenly matched.” Vinnie stared at her as though she was blind. All right, so a scratch doesn’t exactly compare to a bullet hole through the shoulder, but still. Evie began thinking of her next move. “I’m not going to kill you if you don’t try anything, all right? We’re just going to go down to the Ace of Hearts, all right?” Vinnie slowly asked. “I’m not stupid. You don’t have to talk slowly,” Evie snapped. “Why can’t you just answer me for once, damn it!” Vinnie growled, suddenly grabbing Evie and throwing her over his shoulder before she could react. “What are you doing?” Evie screamed, loudly enough to attract the attention of a few neighbors.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:53:16 GMT -5
“I’m making you come, since you don’t seem to want to come on your own!” Vinnie replied, tossing her in the backseat of the Lincoln Towne Car, then slamming the door behind her. “And stay there!” Just as he walked around to the driver’s side of the car, he heard the car door on the passenger side open. Glancing up from over the top of the car, he noticed Evelyn sprinting full speed toward the garage. Damn it! Smacking the driver side window with his fist, he cursed again when the window cracked. Sprinting after her as fast as he could, he managed to reach the walkway just as she grabbed her gun. “Not again!” he tackled her to the ground, throwing her gun into the bushes. “You’re coming with me!” “What makes you so–” Vinnie clapped a hand to her mouth. “We have an audience of at least five at the moment. Two of those five are little children. Now, unless you want to scar those kids for life with a brutal murder and have the cops here in the next two minutes, I suggest you do as I say. Capisci?” The girl glared at him. Vinnie raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. A curt, “Fine,” was given, and Vinnie nodded. Hoisting Evelyn over his shoulder again, he ignored her protests, claiming she could walk. “Yeah, and you can run, too,” Vinnie snapped, tossing her in the backseat again. He slammed the door closed. Briskly going to the other side of the car, he shut the door behind him as he glanced into the rearview mirror. Evelyn had her arms crossed beneath her breasts, a rather angry and hateful glare on her face. When she saw him watching her, she turned to stare out the window. Vinnie pressed the button to lock all of the doors, staring defiantly back at her as he pulled away from the curb.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:53:35 GMT -5
“Vinnie apparently just paid Evelyn a visit,” Lydia sighed, snapping her cell phone closed. “Oh?” Mia slightly cocked her head to the side. “I guess she clipped his shoulder, and he nipped her cheek,” Lydia said, then added when Mia raised her eyebrows, “with a bullet.” “Well, it wouldn’t be above Vinnie to nip her cheek with something else,” Mia laughed. “Where’s he taking her?” “The casino. We’re supposed to head over there later. Vinnie’ll give us a call when he’s ready,” Lydia answered. “When he’s ‘ready?’ You mean, after he’s done God only knows what else?” Mia asked. “Right,” Lydia realized. “Maybe we should head over in a few minutes.” “Yeah, just let me finish my drink,” Mia held up her half-empty dry martini.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:54:01 GMT -5
Vinnie dragged Evie through the casino, smiling at the patrons who glanced at him oddly. When he reached his father’s office, he realized that the two usual bodyguards weren’t outside the door. Idiots. Dad probably has them in his office and they’re all drinking and smoking. Or playing cards. “Dad?” Vinnie knocked on the door. He received no answer. He knocked again and called his father’s name, but was greeted with silence. He glanced back at Evie, who was studying the huge casino. Trying the door, he found it locked. Stepping back, he was about to shoot the doorknob off when he remembered that he was in a public place. Instead, he opted for kicking the door in. However, when it stopped suddenly, as though stuck against something, he paused. Poking his head in, he began cursing the air blue. “What is it?” Evie asked, curious. Vinnie glanced behind at the girl. With a glare that could have frozen lava instantaneously, he turned toward the door again. Had he really seen what he thought? Keeping a tight grip on the girl’s arm in the event that she decided to run, he stepped into the office. There, in the middle of the floor, lay his father’s two bodyguards. A bullet hole had been hastily placed between one man’s eyes, and one pierced the other’s stomach. His father was slumped over his desk, a bullet hole in the back of his head and blood pooling on the desk. “Dad!” Vinnie exclaimed, running to his father, but finding what he already knew; he was dead. “W-What happened?” Vinnie turned to see Evelyn, pale as a ghost, staring at the bodies. “Get down!” Vinnie harshly ordered, pulling his pistol out as he glanced around the room. “Vinnie,” Vinnie glanced down to see one of the bodyguards still alive, but barely. “Vinnie, it was Mark.” “Mark? The cop?” Vinnie asked, kneeling down beside the bodyguard. “Yeah,” the man nodded, before taking his last breath. “Mark who?” Vinnie glanced up, aware of Evelyn’s presence. “Mark Riley,” Vinnie spat the name out, not noticing Evelyn’s wide eyes and even paler face. Vinnie cursed aloud this time. Why had his father bothered to trust him? He was a crooked cop. That meant that he had two alliances. He had simply followed the one that had benefitted him the most. At least for now, Vinnie angrily thought. Another thought suddenly popped into his head: Lydia was the new boss.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:54:17 GMT -5
“We should probably go now,” Lydia glanced at the clock behind the bar. “Vinnie’s had enough time for fun.” “Too much time,” Mia added, jumping down from the bar stool. “He’s at the casino, right?” “Yeah, with Evelyn,” Lydia nodded, grabbing her purse. “Let’s go.” The two nodded a good-bye to the bartender, then made their way through the people. Stepping out into the cool night, they had just reached the limo when Lydia’s phone rang. Mia stepped into the car as her sister answered the phone. “Hello? Hey. No. We’re on our way now. What? What?! No, it’s fine. Give us five minutes. Heavy traffic. All right,” Lydia slowly closed her cell phone, as though in a daze. “Lydia? Lydia?” Mia asked, a bit worried. “What’s wrong?” “What? Oh. Nothing. Well, something. I’m not exactly certain what,” Lydia shook her head, hoping she’d misunderstood her brother. A few minutes later, Lydia and Mia stepped out of the limo in front of the Ace of Hearts. Lydia paused, staring inside and up at the sign. She felt her sister’s eyes on her, and knew she was worrying her. They would find out the truth together. “Ready?” Lydia asked. “For what?” Mia looked at her quizzically, having no idea what had happened. “Nevermind,” Lydia shook her head, going into the busy casino still full of people. The two made their way to the office. Lydia paused, wondering if she should knock or not. Then, she remembered: Vinnie was in the office, not her dad. At least, Vinnie was the conscious one in the office. She opened the door. “Vinnie, what happened?” Lydia asked, then noticed the body laying in the corner, then another, and another. “Vinnie?!” “It was Riley,” Vinnie said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Miss Night and I came in here to find them.” “Daddy?” Mia asked, having last used that endearment when she was ten. “He’s dead, Mia,” Vinnie softly said. “And Lydia . . . that makes you the new boss.” “Yes,” Lydia slowly nodded. “We’ll have to keep things running smoothly. The Barayevs have been waiting for this.”
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:55:15 GMT -5
Evie’s gaze moved from Vinnie to his two sisters. Their father was dead, there were bodies in the room, and none of them seemed the least bit concerned. If Evie knew her father was dead, she would have at least shed a tear for him. Or would she? There lately seemed to be too many secrets for her to know who she was really living with. Her train of thought ran off its tracks when Vinnie began talking with Lydia again. This time, he called her “Boss,” and asked her what they should do regarding the bodies and Mark Riley. “We’ll bury Dad. We’ll have a funeral. Of course, that’s going to put you in the spotlight, Vinnie. They’ll be expecting you to be our new boss,” Evie heard Lydia say. “That’ll keep the attention away from you,” Vinnie nodded. “I don’t mean to intrude on your little convo here, but what do you plan on doing with Mark Riley?” Evie asked. “Killing him, of course,” Mia rolled her eyes, smirking when she saw Evie’s shocked expression. “You didn’t think we’d let him live after he killed our father, did you?” “Well, I didn’t exactly expect you to kill him, so no,” Evie shook her head. “Pretty, but a bit naive,” Lydia circled Evie. “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth . . . a bullet for a bullet. Mark Riley won’t exist within the next twenty-four hours. And I’m sure Ekyps can make that twelve or less.” “Mark Riley is a good–” Evie began. “Mark Riley sold you out! You and your father. He told us all about your little research project. Trust me, Evelyn, he’s not the nice guy you think he is,” Lydia chuckled. “Which is what made him so good at what he did. Too bad he has to die.” “He doesn’t have to die,” Evie shook her head. “Always the good cop, right, Evelyn?” Mia smirked. “You just don’t get it, and you never will. So, don’t worry about it. You work for us. You sell us out, and we kill you and your father. It’s as simple as that.” “So you say,” Evie mumbled. “And Vinnie, who shot you? You look like crap,” Lydia laughed. “You can credit the little rischioso there for that,” Vinnie nodded his head towards Evie, rotating his shoulder and wincing. “Nice shot,” Mia said, over her shoulder, causing Vinnie to yell a quick, “Hey!” “Vinnie! Get the bodies out of here before they start smelling. And keep it quiet, all right?” Lydia said, opening the door for her sister. “And, Evelyn, Vinnie will show you to your room when he’s finished.”
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 9, 2005 21:55:40 GMT -5
“My room?” Vinnie heard Evelyn ask, as he began disarming the bodies. “Did you think I went to the trouble of getting shot to bring you here for a chat and cup of tea?” Vinnie asked, glancing up at the door. “She’s already acting like she owns the place . . . which she does.” “Well, I hadn’t expected to stay anywhere. I don’t have anything with me, you know,” Evie said. “Please tell me you’re not going to be more trouble than you’re worth,” Vinnie read her answer in her eyes. “Nevermind. You’ve already proven more trouble than you’re worth.” “Your sister doesn’t seem to think so,” Evie raised a brow. “That’s because she’s insane,” Vinnie answered. “I’m beginning to think your whole family is,” Evie said. “And what do you mean by that?” Vinnie asked, slowly rising to his full height, which towered over Evie’s 5'6" frame. “I mean that your family is mentally unstable, but I think we both know that already. And what are you going to do about it? Kill me? I don’t think Lydia would be very happy,” Evie smirked. “Yes, and if it wasn’t for her, I would have snapped your neck already,” Vinnie snapped, preparing to drag the bodies out of the office.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 15, 2005 13:14:34 GMT -5
Evie sighed. Sitting on the arm of a nearby chair, she crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest. While waiting for Vinnie to get rid of the bodies, she wondered how long Mark had known about her father. How long ago had he also strayed from the straight and narrow path? Mark doesn’t even have kids, so he can’t use the excuse that the money would go to their college funds. Frustrated now more than ever, Evie felt most alone in the world. Who could she turn to? Noone, obviously. Everyone had abandoned her. And she hated them all for it. “Evelyn!” Evie’s head snapped up in surprise when she heard her name. “Are you coming or what?” “Do I have a choice?” Evie snapped in reply, jumping off the chair. She followed Vinnie out of the office, and into the bright lights and loud music of the casino. Vinnie, who gripped her wrist like a vise, wasn’t about to let her escape . . . again. Evie tried to remember exactly where all of the exits were located, not ready to spend the night in the mafia-owned casino. “Geez, do you have to cut the circulation off?” Evie asked, reaching over to wrench Vinnie’s hand off of her wrist. “Stop complaining. I don’t like this any more than you do,” Vinnie threw over his shoulder. “Then, why don’t you just let me go?” Evie asked, in the sweetest tone she could muster. She was replied with a “what-kind-of-a-fool-do-you-take-me-for?” look from Vinnie. With another sigh and rolling of eyes, she followed him through the whirring machines and laughing people. Past the craps table and bar, to a staircase along the side. Vinnie pulled her around in front of him, then began pushing her up the stairs. “I can walk without assistance, thank you very much,” Evie snapped, jogging up the stairs. “Am I going to have to put up with your little remarks all the time?” Vinnie asked. “You bet,” Evie smirked, waiting at the top of the landing for Vinnie, whose limp hindered him a bit. “All right, to your right,” Vinnie nodded towards the door Evie stood beside. Evie turned the knob and pushed the door open. Stepping inside, she turned to see Vinnie groping along the wall for the light switch. When he turned it on, Evie hid her skepticism. The room was furnished with a twin-sized bed, a small bedside table, a larger table, two chairs, a closet, a small dresser, and what appeared to be a bathroom to the side. All in all, it was nicer than what she had expected. “Home sweet home,” Vinnie said, from behind her. “You’re going to be staying here. Don’t try anything funny.” “I can’t stay here! I don’t have any clothes, and certainly you don’t expect me to live in this outfit!” Evie exclaimed, gesturing down at her outfit. “Fine. I’ll get you some clothes,” Vinnie sighed in frustration. “You’re leaving me here? Alone? All night?” Evie asked. “No, don’t worry. We have at least three bodyguards set up around here. They’re armed and have been given permission to shoot you if you try anything,” Vinnie replied. “Oh? I thought Lydia said I wasn’t to be killed . . . yet,” Evie said. However, she was answered with a slammed door. With a sigh, she plopped down on the edge of the bed. Staring at the door a moment later, she heard a little “click” as the door was locked. Angry, she flung herself back across the bed, and stared up at the ceiling.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 15, 2005 13:14:49 GMT -5
“Why her, Lyd? Huh?” Vinnie asked himself, driving back to Evie’s house. “Women.” Parking outside the Night residence, Vinnie glanced at his watch. It was just past three thirty. In the morning. Cursing to himself, Vinnie stepped out of the car and began walking up the sidewalk to the front door. He noticed the glint of the front porch lights off of Evie’s gun in the grass, and picked it up on his way in the house. Vinnie walked through the house, opening every door upstairs until he found Evie’s. He was a bit surprised at the appearance. Evelyn Night seemed every bit the tough girl, but her room conveyed a more feminine side. The walls were painted a soft white, and the curtains were a sheer purple. The bed, which was rather large for one person, had a soft purple bedspread. A small white desk reposed near the window. With no idea of Evie’s forced stay, Vinnie simply began rummaging through her closet and dresser. Picking out a few outfits he thought she’d like, but having no idea if they matched or not, Vinnie tossed them on the bed. Grabbing a large bag from downstairs, he stuffed the clothes in the bag. Finished with his mission, he tossed the bag into the back seat of the car, and began driving back to the casino.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 15, 2005 13:15:14 GMT -5
“So, exactly what do we do?” Mia asked her sister, as the limo stopped at their home. “We continue as though Vinnie is our boss. We’re going to act as normal as possible,” Lydia answered, sounding more confident than she felt. “We’ll have a funeral for Dad. It will be large. He was a famous guy, after all, and he deserves the best.” “Yeah,” Mia nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “And what about Evelyn?” “Vinnie’s keeping her at the casino for now. She’ll become useful later on. We can use her as a mediator between the Barayevs and us. She wouldn’t dare cross us; we have her father,” Lydia explained. “I wouldn’t be so sure . . . something tells me they’re not exactly seeing eye to eye at the moment,” Mia shook her head. “Oh. Well, at least we’ll have them both. But still, I think she’d care at least a little. It doesn’t matter if he’s a jerk or not. He’s still her father,” Lydia answered. “True,” Mia sighed, agreeing. “So, what’s this I hear about Alessandra and Uncle Tony?” “He was killed last week, and Ale’s coming to live with us for a while,” Lydia explained. “First Uncle Tony, and now Dad? Something’s messed up here,” Mia shook her head. “Maybe it’s all coincidence, maybe it’s not,” Lydia said. “But, until we find out, I suggest we stay calm, up the security, and make sure everyone thinks Vinnie’s boss.” “Sounds good,” Mia nodded. “Well, it’s probably not the best plan, but it’s what I came up with off the top of my head,” Lydia admitted. “It’s a great plan, Boss,” Mia smiled encouragingly.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 15, 2005 13:15:32 GMT -5
Evie sat bolt upright on the bed when she heard a key in the lock. Not sure if it was Vinnie or one of his family’s henchmen, she grabbed a flashlight on the night stand, ready to attack whoever entered her room. Rising from her bed, she went over to the door and stood next to the doorway. “What the–” Vinnie dropped the bag of clothes, catching Evie’s wrist inches before the flashlight hit his head. “What are you doing?!” “How was I to know who you were?” Evie snapped, pulling her wrist away. “You could have given me some warning, you know!” “Well, considering the fact that my family owns this casino, and we’re the only ones who come up here, I think you’re fairly safe from other intruders,” Vinnie replied. “What’s that?” Evie asked, shining the flashlight on the bag. “Some clothes,” Vinnie answered, and Evie took the bag to her bed. “I take it you had a lot of fun going through my things.” “Hey, you’re the one who said she had no clothes,” Vinnie raised his hands in defense. “Fine, fine,” Evie replied. “Glad to see you’re so happy,” Vinnie said over his shoulder, then left her room. Evie heard the key in the lock again. She was locked in the room, which seemed to have no escape route, other than her locked door. She dumped the contents of the large gift bag on her bed, then folded them. He has got to learn the rules of fashion. Placing them either in her closet or her dresser, Evie found a place for each article of clothing. Turning back to look at her bed, she saw a white tank top and a light pink tank top, and long loose baby pink pants. They would serve as her pajamas. Going into her bathroom with the small travel bag Vinnie had thought to pack for her, Evie pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Setting her toothbrush and everything else on the edge of the sink, she stared into the mirror. She studied her reflection, ever critical of her dark hair, which was neither wavy nor straight. She did, however, like her tanned skin, which did not come from hours at a salon. She had earned her even tan through hours in the sun doing endless tasks and activities. Finishing with her nightly routine, Evie turned the bathroom light off. Leaning against the doorframe, she looked around the room. The room which would be her home for an unknown amount of time. She sighed. She was going to have a lot to tell her father when she next saw him.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 15, 2005 13:15:48 GMT -5
“When’s Ale coming?” Vinnie asked his sisters, as he and Ekyps played pool in the rec room. “She didn’t say. We should be expecting her in a few days though, I’m assuming,” Lydia said, swishing wine around in a glass and watching the deep crimson liquid. “I haven’t seen her in . . . years,” Mia raised a brow. “Yeah, me either,” Izzy agreed. “What, you’ve seen her once?” Vinnie teased. “Well, still!” Izzy grinned, then frowned. “Who killed Uncle Tony?” “Russians,” Ekyps answered, causing everyone to look over at him, but he had already gone on to find the best angle for his shot. “And what makes you think that?” Mia asked. “Because the Russians hate the Italians, and our family,” Lydia replied. “Yeah, but it wasn’t a Russian who killed Daddy,” Izzy cut in. “Actually, it was,” Lydia nodded, and now the spotlight was on her. “Did some research. His name was Mark Ryndenko; his parents changed it to Riley when they came here. I have no idea how you get ‘Riley’ out of ‘Ryndenko,’ but oh well.” “And you waited until after Dad was pushing up daisies to research that?” Vinnie asked. “Hey! Have some respect for the dead!” Mia exclaimed, shaking her head and sighing. “I just asked a question, geez Mia,” Vinnie smirked as one ball followed another into the pocket. “Yes, but he’s our father,” Mia pointed out. “Well thanks for informing me on that one,” Vinnie snapped. “Hey! Fight nice. Don’t make big sister step in,” Lydia’s gaze went from one sibling to the other. Vinnie and Mia glared at each other for a moment longer, then looked away. Vinnie continued with his pool game, and Mia went back to her newspaper. Lydia looked up from drawing a thick black line through the name “Mark Riley” in her book of employees, then continued with her work. Tempers had been running high for the past few weeks, and the death of their father dealt the hardest blow of all. “When’s the funeral?” Izzy quietly asked. “I don’t know. Dad’s body is at the undertaker’s as we speak,” Lydia replied. “Speaking of the dead, how’s Evelyn?” Mia asked. “Being more trouble than she’s worth, as usual,” Vinnie scoffed. “I don’t see why we just don’t whack her right now, before she decides to escape or something,” Mia shrugged. “Oh, Mia, the charity dinner is tomorrow at the Storm. Make sure to extend an invitation to our newest friend. And we’re not killing her right now because she has some information about the Barayevs. And, since her father was working for them, and we’re the ones with him, they might think she’ll work for them to get him back,” Lydia explained. “And, what if she does?” Izzy asked. “He dies, she dies, they all die,” Lydia sighed. “So, she has to work with us if she wants him to live. Well, I’m not sure if I’ll kill her yet or not if she doesn’t cooperate. One’s enough from that family. I’ll go down to the Ace and talk to her tomorrow. You told the guys she’s there?” “Yep. One guy at the door, and three others scattered around, last I checked,” Vinnie nodded. “Good. She can’t escape then,” Mia smirked. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Vinnie said, remembering the fiasco at her house rather vividly. “Well, she’s your problem. If she escapes, it comes down on you, Big Bro,” Mia grinned. “Thanks. I needed to hear that,” Vinnie rolled his eyes. “No prob,” Mia smirked, closing her newspaper and hopping out of her chair. “So. Any other big plans for tomorrow?” “Aside from grilling our new best friend? None that I can think of at the moment,” Lydia smiled broadly.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 15, 2005 13:16:09 GMT -5
Evie stared at the ceiling. With a loud sigh, she turned her head to glance at the digital clock on the small stand beside her bed. The time, 3:30, showed neon green. Evie closed her eyes tightly, popping her eyelids open a moment later. She hadn’t slept at all. She hadn’t attempted to escape, either, but she had considered it. She had heard the bodyguard outside her door, and his shadow moved under the door where light from the casino flooded in. Evie had also heard the distinct sound of a gun being loaded and loaded several times. The thought of bursting out of her room when the bullets were out of the gun crossed her mind several times, but the facts that her door was locked and she had heard other voices around the building hindered her. As she grew warmer and warmer because of her body heat and sheet and comforter over her, thoughts of her father ran through Evie’s mind. They seemed to mock her. How long had he been a part of this underworld crime family? And yet, I am no better than he is; now I am also working for them. Tossing back the covers, she switched the light on and bounded out of bed. As Evie tried the doorknob, which she knew was locked even before it wouldn’t turn the whole way, she saw a shadow beneath the door, and knew the bodyguard was approaching to investigate the doorknob. Glancing around the room, she quickly unplugged her bedside lamp, now leaving herself in complete darkness. As doubts and regrets flooded in, she plunged the lamp down towards the doorknob, at precisely the angle she had calculated. Suddenly, the lamp shattered into several pieces, cutting her hands. But, the lamp had continued to move down towards the floor, which meant that it had indeed broken the doorknob off. Evie smiled happily. Taking two large steps away from the door, she heard the guard outside curse confusedly. With a smirk, she ran at the door, launching into a two-step flying side kick. As the door burst open, a bit of pain flew up her leg. The door came to an abrupt stop as it slammed into the bodyguard, who flew back. As Evie landed, she glanced to her left, seeing the man moaning on the ground and holding his bleeding nose. Running to the man, Evie knelt down beside him. Grabbing his pistol and an extra clip, she glanced both ways down the hallway. She could hear the other guards shouting up to them, asking the man what had happened. Looking around for a quick escape, Evie ran down the hallway. Trying the other doors, all were locked. With no other alternative, she ducked down into the shadows. “Hey, Joe!” Evie watched as a man ran up the stairs. “Whoa, what happened to you?” “Damn girl,” Joe snapped, still covering his bleeding nose. Evie knew the exact moment when the man spotted her. Her tank top was such a light shade of pink it was almost white, and easily visible in the darkness. Evie fired as the man raised his gun, hitting his arm. She hadn’t wanted to kill him; she only wanted to make him think twice about trying to kill her again. Jumping to her feet, Evie rushed towards the men. Leaping over them, she began down the stairs, taking them two at a time. She glanced both ways at the bottom, looking for the fastest and safest way out. “She’s downstairs!” she heard the man she had shot yell. Evie turned to hear a gun being cocked. About twenty-five feet away was a man with a pistol, and she was looking at the business-end of it. Turning, she began sprinting for the door. A moment later, she heard a gun being fired. Less than a moment later, she felt a searing pain in her shoulder. With a groan, she dropped to the floor. It felt as though a red-hot iron had been thrust through her skin, piercing flesh and muscle. Dragging herself to her feet again, she told herself that her legs were still in perfect condition. That said, she sprinted as quickly as she could towards the door. Her tank top, now red, wet, and sticky with blood, clung to her as a cold sweat broke out over her body. This was a matter of life or death. Evie squealed and spun on her heels, running away from the door. Two armed men, with rather large, mean looking guns, were guarding the front doors. They smirked when they saw her, brandishing their weapons like trophies. And suddenly, Evie was lost in the maze of slot machines and game tables. They were playing a game of cat and mouse, and Evie was the mouse.
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Post by ~*¤elizabeth¤*~ on Aug 15, 2005 13:16:27 GMT -5
“Five days, then?” a stunningly beautiful and aphrodisiacal blonde asked a man seated behind a desk, his face almost completely hidden in shadow. “Don’t take longer than a week, but don’t be too anxious, either,” the older man, too old to have intimate relations with her, unless she was a very young wife or prostitute, smiled from over the video screen. “All right. I won’t,” the blonde, appearing no more than twenty, grinned. “That’s my girl. Remember to be careful. And take Carlo with you,” the man carefully advised. “Okay,” the woman said, and when the man cast an “I-don’t-trust-you” look, she sighed and added, “I promise.” “Good. Or else I’ll get Nicky to do it. I’ll see you in a bit,” the man nodded. “Good-night, Papa,” the girl smiled tenderly, as the man pressed a button to disconnect them. The girl stared at the black screen. She smiled at her reflection, pleased both with it and what she was about to do. With a happy little smirk that would have confused anyone watching her smile at herself, and not knowing what she was thinking, she hopped off of the edge of the desk she was sitting on, and left the room.
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