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Two sides of the same coin (Daleen x MissLidia)

MissLidia

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Oct 29, 2019
Erica was a woman she'd spend so much time with during her childhood. The two weren't best friends, but mutual friends to a small group that liked to hang around the playground, they knew one another and had some connection.

When Mace had make the connection, she felt a mixture of emotions. Her position as head of the mafia family demanded she acted on any police officer investigating her...and so she did. In front of the entire family, Mace had her oldtime friend dragged into the livingroom by the hair.

The cop's wrists were cuffed behind her back and ankles chained together. Forcing the girl to hop and be dragged until she was in the middle of the room, surrounded by the mightiest and fiercest female mafia family known nowadays.

"So... a dirty cop snooping around our domain huh...you had to know we'd get to you...now, why shouldn't I kill you on the spot?" Mace asked the cop who's uniform looked like it had been dragged through the streets.
 
Erica groaned as she lay on the floor outside the main room where apparently a little meeting was being held. She wasn't even bothering to listen though it was likely some of the juciest information any cop in this country would have killed to overhear. Right now all she could hear was the blood pounding in her head, each beat of her heart making her head throb in agony, the left side of her face showing proof of her suffering. Swollen and discolored from a bruise that had turned a lovely purple and green over the last few days of her 'questioning', it was one of many marks on her body.

Her wrists were bloodied from the cuffs, her uniform torn and stained with blood, sweat, dirt, and all manner of foul things. Reeking, beaten, and looking rather haggard, she grunted with a wince twisting her face in a grimace as she was pulled to her feet, her legs threatening to give out from underneath as the arms holding her released her to open the door. Wincing at the brightness she found herself engulfed in, she stumbled forward, moving awkwardly with her legs looped together.

She finally managed to stumble forward, and then only got herself dragged forward into the room before being dropped unceremoniously in the middle. She slowly opened one eye to look around, before her heart stopped. This was...well, this was not good to put it mildly. Everyone here she recognized from pictures and files of known criminal orginizations, and they were all staring at her. She looked up as she heard a voice that sounded familiar, before her heart stopped for a moment as she saw her. Mace...a girl who had haunted many of her dreams growing up, the girl who helped her realized what she was without ever knowing that she'd caused a lesbian awakening in Erica. A girl she always hung around with, but was always to shy and scared to talk to, now apparently on the opposite path that Erica herself had taken.

Well wasn't that interesting? Wincing once more, Erica slowly brought her legs underneath her before managing to pull herself to at least a kneeling position. "Not dirty...just dumb apparently" she grumbled, well aware her fate was sealed, and she was dead. However at the woman's question, she looked up, and smirked. "Because I give really good foot rubs and I know how to paint?" she asked, figuring she wasn't about to stoop to begging for her life, not here, not in front of Mace. Gods, even in this situation, she just wanted to look cool before the woman. Her therapist would have a field day with this she was sure.
 
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