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Star Pupil
Old soul
- Joined
- Apr 30, 2011
- Location
- Valhalla
The city of LA was gorgeous and booming with tourism, business, and also something that no one was willing to talk about...drugs. Organized crime was surprisingly high in the area. Along with drug trafficking, there were illegal plastic surgery rings and stolen human organs that would sell on the black market. Needless to say, there were quite a few gangs to make all that happen. And behind each gang, was a very intelligent, careful, calculating boss.
That was the type of man Annette Wolfe's father was. But now he was gone, arrested by the cops after being betrayed by one of his closest partners. Elliot Wolfe would be locked away for a long time. Unfortunately for the man who betrayed him, he didn't do enough research on her. At the age of twenty two she took over one of the biggest drug cartels in LA, and the first thing she did with her power was find the man who betrayed her father and kill him and all those involved. It was a swift, merciless execution, and Annette watched as they were gunned down one by one.
It not only was a satisfying revenge, but it also sent a message. Just because Elliot Wolfe was in jail did not mean that their territory was up for grabs. In fact, it was the opposite. Annette was much more aggressive and was determined to make her fathers business succeed. Her cunning, intelligence and determination was allowing her to slowly advance on the weaker territories, held by uneducated thugs. She was almost running the operation militia style. Her people were disciplined, and they had an unwavering faith in their new boss despite her young age.
Perhaps it was because she had a charisma about her that made people believe in her. She was also quite attractive, and well spoken. Or maybe it was the courage she displayed when she was willing to go out and get her hands dirty if she had to instead of just staying back and letting others do everything for her. Whatever it was, Annette was a strong, determined woman who would not let anyone get in her way, whether they be rival gangs, or the cops. She refused to watch her fathers business fail.
Tonight, she was at the Sleeping Angel, a club that was well known for it's connections with the drug market. She was sitting at the bar, looking much classier than the other woman there. She wore a tight black dress that came down to her mid thighs, and most of her black hair was neatly pulled into a pony tail. Her bangs were just long enough to cover her eyebrows. She had thick eye liner on, though it really brought out her hazel eyes. There was also a bald man with various tattoos on the back of his head and neck dressed in a black suit that was standing close to her. He worse sunglasses, so it was a mystery as to what or who he was watching.
Finally, her contact sat beside her. He exchanged a piece of paper two her, and she placed it into her purse. "It's nice to see you again, Ollie. I hope you have some good news..." Annette said quietly as the thin, pale man in khackis and a polo shirt fidgeted around. He was nervous. Not a good sign. Maybe he thought that he was being followed? Annette had heard that the LA police were really starting to crack down on organized crime. She had to watch her back, and make sure no one was around eavesdropping on her conversations...or wearing a wire.
That was the type of man Annette Wolfe's father was. But now he was gone, arrested by the cops after being betrayed by one of his closest partners. Elliot Wolfe would be locked away for a long time. Unfortunately for the man who betrayed him, he didn't do enough research on her. At the age of twenty two she took over one of the biggest drug cartels in LA, and the first thing she did with her power was find the man who betrayed her father and kill him and all those involved. It was a swift, merciless execution, and Annette watched as they were gunned down one by one.
It not only was a satisfying revenge, but it also sent a message. Just because Elliot Wolfe was in jail did not mean that their territory was up for grabs. In fact, it was the opposite. Annette was much more aggressive and was determined to make her fathers business succeed. Her cunning, intelligence and determination was allowing her to slowly advance on the weaker territories, held by uneducated thugs. She was almost running the operation militia style. Her people were disciplined, and they had an unwavering faith in their new boss despite her young age.
Perhaps it was because she had a charisma about her that made people believe in her. She was also quite attractive, and well spoken. Or maybe it was the courage she displayed when she was willing to go out and get her hands dirty if she had to instead of just staying back and letting others do everything for her. Whatever it was, Annette was a strong, determined woman who would not let anyone get in her way, whether they be rival gangs, or the cops. She refused to watch her fathers business fail.
Tonight, she was at the Sleeping Angel, a club that was well known for it's connections with the drug market. She was sitting at the bar, looking much classier than the other woman there. She wore a tight black dress that came down to her mid thighs, and most of her black hair was neatly pulled into a pony tail. Her bangs were just long enough to cover her eyebrows. She had thick eye liner on, though it really brought out her hazel eyes. There was also a bald man with various tattoos on the back of his head and neck dressed in a black suit that was standing close to her. He worse sunglasses, so it was a mystery as to what or who he was watching.
Finally, her contact sat beside her. He exchanged a piece of paper two her, and she placed it into her purse. "It's nice to see you again, Ollie. I hope you have some good news..." Annette said quietly as the thin, pale man in khackis and a polo shirt fidgeted around. He was nervous. Not a good sign. Maybe he thought that he was being followed? Annette had heard that the LA police were really starting to crack down on organized crime. She had to watch her back, and make sure no one was around eavesdropping on her conversations...or wearing a wire.