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Konpeito

There was only silence from the heir as she sat in her uncomfortable seat, watching as the male cursed the daughter. She smirked lightly, chuckling to herself. It seemed as though some tables have turned, her eyes carefully watching him pace around. It was satisfying to see him distraught, his face wrinkled up in anger. So his fiance was going to kill him? How sweet. “What a cute love story.” She said to no one in particular. “It’s like I’m in a fucking novella film,” the female managed to slip her petite hands out of her restraints, though she made no effort to escape.

Resting her chin on her palm, teal hues looked over the scene once more. “So, guess you’re not taking up my daddy’s offers, hm?” She smirked, knowing now that he would feel more inclined to do so. Whatever gods were looking down at her sure had a sadistic sense of humor. Lacing her fingers in between her strands of hair, she began to untangle the teal and blonde locks. “Not like it means shit to you, right?” Again with that bitter voice, she didn’t even bother to glance up at them. Salvatore had bigger problems on his hands.

Salvatore

Salvatore was red as he took the desk and lifted it, throwing it over. His men got in the scene, “Salv! Stop!” Alexei yelled as they grabbed him. None of his men were able to control the anger that had burst out. Each of them let go not wanting to deal with the fury he was causing.

“ti venisse il cancro, brutto bastardo! a te e quella grandissima troia di tua figlia!” Salvatore was breathing heavily. He then stood up and fixed his collar calming down. He turned to look at his hostage. Just as he was about to tell her to shut up, he was able to see that she had slipped out of her binds, playing with her hair.

“Who tied her up!? And why are none of you even watching her!?” he yelled at his men. Johnny made an embarrassed look and tried to tie her back up again. Salvatore rubbed his forehead looking at the ground, “Fuck…” He looked at her, “Well he hasn’t called yet,” he said glaring at her. “Either way, it’s not like I need you alive either way.”

Konpeito

“Don’t fucking touch me, scum.” She shoved Johnny away gently with one hand, glaring at him. Konpeito ignored his remarks, continuing to twist her hair, “It doesn’t matter if you need me or not, darling,” her eyes met his momentarily, “it’s you that needs him,” there was a silence that hung in the air like a thick smog between them, the only thing that broke it was the sound of her sliding her 1911 across the table. “But hey, if you insist. At least kill me with my own gun.” Konpeito smiled deviously, watching his frustrated face. Her father most likely knew- or thought- that the male would reconsider. Or maybe he had already begun thinking of ways to get her out of there. The latter seemed more probable, “I’m sure if you don’t tell him he’ll be here soon.” She made a point to emphasize the little time he had to make his decision now, “15

minutes. You said it, big boy,” she flashed him a pseudo charming smile. “You still need a fiancé, right?” The faint laughing of one of his guards could be heard from behind her, earning an even bigger smirk on her face, “I’ll be nice. I promise.” Her voice was laced with teases, her fingers gently combing out silky locks.

Salvatore

Johnny glared at her not saying a word. Salvatore also glared at her, but contemplating on what he should do. He grabbed the gun that she had slid looking at it.

“Nice gun,” Alexei stared at it.

Salvatore started to smirk a bit laughing, “So you really wanna marry me huh? You find me that irresistible?” he laughed at his own joke. “educate me hunny. How in the world do I need a chump father of yours?” he asked her folding his arms, “and what do we get out of this marriage shit, other than you marrying the man of your dreams?” he laughed a bit.

“Why don’t I just kill you, kill all the men in the northern territory on my wedding day, then slit the bitches throat right in front her bastardo father? Sounds like a bunch of kills and a good time!” Salvatore grinned big, as his men laughed. Johnny’s eyes widened as he nodded his head, getting excited.

Salvatore bent over a bit gesturing at her, “c'mon, convince me sweetie,” he gestured to her.

Konpeito

“Oh yes, what I’d do to be able to fuck a man like you. God I’m so horny just thinking about it,” She rolled her eyes, not even looking at him. It was cockiness that killed these men. Did this idiot really think he would get out of there alive? Surely everyone from the rival’s side would know, and be armed and prepared. They’d have extra forces, more men, “you really are dense.” She scoffed at his remark, shaking her head in disappointment, “if you want to lose both territories, kill me. The gun is right there, baby. Ain’t no body stopping you.” She sat up a bit, leaning forward “The only reason why you haven’t..” Her finger met her own bottom lip as she bit down on it slightly, smirking. “…is because you know I’m right.” Now that the tables were turned, there was no way to defeat the rivals alone. They were all too powerful- the pure drugs that wiped out the previous Mafia’s drugs surely made them more wealthy and heavily armed. “My daddy’s a scary man, babe,” her eyes locked onto his, a serious look on her face. “Aren’t I the greatest proof of that?” She had been something of a living murder weapon- a symbol of fear, death itself. She let herself stay silent before she spoke once more. “You can only let your ego get so big before it backfires on you,” she stated, referring to his earlier cockiness.

Salvatore

Salvatore started to laugh at everything she had just said, “I like your attitude sweetie, ” he said with a smirk on his face.

“A dozen of their men is only worth one of mine,” he said, “you don’t think our asses go through the ringer?” He said as he thought about his father. Just thinking about him and everything he had been through with him gave Salvatore the shivers.

He thought of everything she had said, then looked at each of his men with a stern face. “I want to have a meeting with my father,” he said to them. He picked up the phone calling her father back. “I’m establishing a meeting. You… me… my father… and your daughter. Tomorrow,” he said over the phone.

Konpeito

“If they weren’t powerful, did you think that they could hold their own territory?” She quirked an eyebrow at him, shaking her head, “obviously any attempt to take it had been thwarted.”

Konpeito watched him call her father, a little smile crawling onto her face as she heard her father’s voice. “Very well. Ah, in public. I don’t need you to try and ambush us. Fair enough?” He didn’t allow Salvatore to answer before he spoke again. “I’ll be at the Rusello’s Restaurant at 12 pm tomorrow. I’ll see you there.” And with that he hung up.

That was how he was- no room for compromise. Sighing deeply, she looked down at her clothes, soiled with blood and dirt, “do I get to sleep in your bed tonight?” She joked, getting up to slip off her jacket before tossing it at one of the men, “get rid of that, will you?” He looked confused, unsure of what to do. “Well, you can keep it as a souvenir if you want.” He quickly went to go discard it, cursing under his breath. Konpeito sauntered over towards Salvatore, retrieving her weapon and placing it back into its holster. “You guys are a silly, silly bunch. ”