The Mafia ( The Pony Of Death & Mad Hatter)

[Mad Hatter]

Adrianna DiGilio, of the Italian Mafia, standing well at 5'7" and weighing in at 114 lbs, made her way down the dark hall. Her thick goldenish brown hair that met her bra-strap and electric blue eyes stood out apart from the hallway as she was lead by the Consigliere, who was a rather good friend or brother of her father's - Adrianna couldn't tell the difference.

As far as Leo The Lion, as she called him, the Consigliere, was enlightening her, another member of the Mafia had been killed by the Russian Mafia. Likely with bombs. The Russians as her Mafia called them, had been experimenting with bombs as of lately.

"Adria," Her father greeted her, killing the sound of the other men who seemed to be heatedly debating on whatever matters they were in Italian. Though Adrianna had been of practically purebred Italian decent, she didn't know a lick of Italian - it was how the Mafia talked about certain matters that had been labeled Off Limits And No Exceptions when it came to Adrianna.

Adrianna, who wasn't one to hear the bullshit first, or at all - all too much like her Father - sighed and rolled her eyes before looking at her father again, leaning over the other end of the long cherry wood table, the top of her breasts peeking out from under her white shirt that seemed to have no problem broadcasting her tanned skin.

"Cut to the chase, who was killed?" She snapped, raising an eyebrow sharply. Her father sighed and immediately she knew who it was because he wasn't here - the Underboss. Her uncle. Her hands slapped against the table.

"I'm gunna kill the bastard that took him." She growled, storming out of the room, straight for the Gun Room, and no one would stop her. She wasn't the type of person you wanted to mess with. Let alone mess with when pissed and had a gun.

(Adrianna Vivian Digilio - )
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[the pony of death]

Lisha Teplov sighed heavily as ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, her blue and hazel eyes glanced around the room. She had made her way to kitchen grabbing a handful of almonds and an apple. She sat down on one of the stools placed along the counter, she set her meal down on the counter eating slowly.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, that lightly pulled turning the stool to face the man. Grigory, her older brother was standing before her. "I want you to stay inside today...we had complication yesterday and I don't want you getting pulled into it" he said gently patting the side of her face.

Lisha pushed his hand away "What happened?" she asked though she had heard some of the mumblings yesterday. She found that her brother tried his best to keep her out of the family business but she was just as stubborn as he was. She climbed down off the stool, she had wanted to replace these stools to make things a bit easier, since she was a mere 5'2" weighing 105 pounds.

Grigory just walked away looking over his shoulder briefly "You need to stay out of this" he told her firmly before he walked into his office locking the door behind him.

Lisha groaned in frustration, as she went up to her room, she changed into a pair of black shorts, then pulled on a dark blue button up shirt, she left the top button undone to show a bit of her cleavage. She zipped up her black flat knee high boots, she looked out the window her fair skin catching a bit of sunlight.

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[Mad Hatter]

Adrianna unlocked the door, pushing into it with a violent force, staring at all the guns, looking for the one that would cause pain and still look intimidating. Deciding with a Colt Armalite AR-15, Adrianna turned sharply on her heels, storming out of the gun room, but was frozen by one of the newer Capo's she never bothered to memorize the name of - the Digilio Mafia had been recruiting more and more men to substitute for the killed.

With her hands pinned against the door, she was defenseless, though due prior to being apart of the Mafia - or any Mafia, really - you had to promise that you put the Mafia first. Above religion and family itself, so Adrianna knew he wasn't going to kill her.

"Your father sent me." He stated calmly, though his eyes were big, too close to her face for her liking. "Your being sent to recruit more men into the Mafia." He said, still ever so calm, though his eyes were panicked and too close to her. She was stunned for the moment, but the sneer that'd slowly formed on her lips had reached her eyes and she shoved him back.

"Fine." She spat, walking pasted him and exited one of the Drug Houses her Mafia had owned to collect protection rackets and export and import the illegal goods for this general area.

She squinted in the bright California sun, eyes adjusting to the brightness because it was always dark in the Drug Houses. She walked towards one of the many expensive cars - a bright lime green Dodge Changer, installed with bomb and bulletproof bodywork. All the Italian Mafia cars had been recently installed with that, Father wasn't trying to publicize the war between us and the rival Mafias.

 

[the pony of death]

Lisha crossed her arms over her chest, she was tired of the games, she had wanted for years to be part of the family business, but none of that mattered anymore, her brother was running things now. After they had lost both of their parents he had become over protective, but she was going to show him what she was capable of. She walked out of her room heading down stairs, she snatched a set of keys to her fathers old mustang.

She climbed inside it was beautiful royal blue with silver trim 1977 mustang convertible, she smiled and checked to make sure her bag was still in the back seat from her last little adventure. She floored it driving out of the garage and down the driveway, she knew she would be in trouble for taking off but at this point she didn't much care.

She drove to the beach she wanted to clear her head a bit, she was certain that her brother was right and that some one would find her, but she wasn't worried about it. She parked the car and got out sitting on the hood, she sighed as she leaned back feeling the suns rays hit her skin, she had tried to tan a few times but it never seemed to take. She just didn't tan, but at least she didn't burn either. She closed her eyes trying to relax a bit while she tried to think, she wanted to prove herself but she just seemed to lack part of that raw aggression, she could be aggressive it just didn't come out as often as she needed it to.