Warning: Random and kind of poorly written.
Mafia Story Part 5?
! Gypsy blew the last puff from her cigar towards the ceiling of Trafalgar’s office. Biting her lower lip, she let a closed mouth moan break the silence. Killer at the door and Kidd behind her seat, she really had no worry to an ambush. Demands were in her favor today.
! “Might I suggest a drink from you, Law?”
! “Absolutely, it’s not everyday a woman like you is perched in my chair.” He stood up, adjusting the ends of his coat. “I take it you want your Royalist?”
! “You still remember after all these years?” Her raised brows displayed favor.
! “A man doesn’t forget a date like that.” He mixed the drink as Kidd coughed with meaning. “Heard you’ve been causing quite a racket these days.”
! The dark-haired woman folded her hands on her knee. “You’ve been eavesdropping again, haven’t you?”
! “The mess with Duval has stirred your name up like dust.”
! “I couldn’t shoot the man.” She closed her eyes to recall the event. “His wife is about to drop a babe. Could you imagine if my father was shot before I were born?”
! “You wouldn’t be in charge of the Ensenada Group, would you?” He handed the amber drink into the grip of the lady. Setting back into the chair, he withdrew a folder and placed it on the desk. “You could have dumped Duval and his soon to be family in a double-decker.”
! “What a sick man, isn’t he, Kidd?” Gypsy handed the end of her cigar to the man behind her.
! “This racket is about to extend to me, isn’t it?” Said the doctor, sitting down at his desk.
! “You’ve continuously verified to be sharp, old friend.” Holding the drink up towards the man behind her, he took the drink and sniffed it. Swirling it’s contents he tasted it carefully before handing it back to her. “I’m sure with your inside intelligence, you’ve heard of Roger’s Will, yes?”
! “Who hasn’t? Somewhere in this city it’s hidden, that is, unless it disappeared with his late wife.”
! “Indeed.” She pulled up her purse and thumbed through it. “What if I told you I knew where a piece of it was?”
! Law traced his gaze over her, the champagne color of her suit seemed to set off a sort of glow to her aura. A shining answer and threat, he crossed one foot over and balanced it on his knee. The pistol under the leg’s fabric was exposed slightly, his tanned fingers sat on top of it.
! “A page?”
! Tyrant Queen gave him a look that showed no joke was in her yarn. Fluttering her lashes, she knocked her teeth together in consideration of her next words. “I wish this didn’t have to involve guns.”
! Kidd put his hands on his hips, drawing back his black coat. Countless guns were bedecked on his chest like a steel vest. Trafalgar eyed them for a moment, knowing that even with his luck, that it wasn’t best to mess with a man who seemed to be a magnet of weapons. The heavily armed bodyguard pulled his chin into the air. “This is where you put the pistol on the table.”
! Law’s eyes narrowed at the man. Gradually, the straps to his hidden pistol were removed and it was placed upon the table. Kidd looked at it for a moment and snickered, he picked it up. Spinning it on his finger, he leaned an elbow on the head of his Boss’s chair. Tyrant Queen sighed and placed her drink in her lap. “Now that we’ve taken care of that. I’d like to know what you’ve done with the page.”
! “The page, huh?” Law said as she sipped her drink casually. “How long have you known that I had it?”
! “Weeks.”
! “You’ve changed since your La Piccolina days, Gypsy.” King of Hearts rubbed his hand over his mouth.
! “If I were a little girl, no one would listen.” She placed the glass on his desk. “Now, about this will…you’re going to need protection if you posses it, no?”
! “Perhaps…unless the hazard is you.”
! Gypsy let out a chirp of laughter. “Goodness, no! What would I want with a silly will? That’s not what I desire.”
! “Oh, please.” Law rolled his eyes and waved the woman’s words off. “You tell me that, then soon I get a button on my doorstep with a gun between my eyes.”
! “You’d just have that Bepo do the cleaning to anyone who saw you leaving.”
! “Don’t compare my practice to gang!” Law said coldly, standing up suddenly. His rise was met by the swish of a switchblade snapped and Kidd whipping out a gun from under his armpit. Gypsy’s smile faded from her features. The fan overhead was loose and made a small bump routinely, like a metronome for this sickening musical. Once cleared of the smile, Gypsy’s mouth curled into a sneer.
! “As I was saying.” Killer put his blade back into his sleeve, but Kidd kept the gun cocked at the tanned doctor. Gypsy went on. “My covet doesn’t lie within in any document. And if you want to pursue whatever it is you desire, you’re in need of my services.”
! Kidd scoffed. “This is ridiculous, Tyrant Queen. We shouldn’t even bother protecting this man, it‘s obvious that Pink isn’t the only wants his sniveling mouth iced.”
! “The Fedoras are growing restless.” The woman reminded. “They want that paper soon. And if either them or the Galley-La get it, the whole city will become a crime scene. They have their bothersome babbos and cugines out around sniffing for it. I managed to clean what I could for my connections, but you haven‘t done well at all. As we can see by the fate of Handsome.” Gypsy picked up her purse and threw a small card from it at Law. “You’re welcome to call us if you get the sudden urge to live.”
! Law looked form the slip of paper to the back of the woman at his door. “I suspect The Committee will be hitting the mattress soon, eh?”
! Simply, the woman looked over her shoulder and patted her hair twist. “We’ll be clocking you, Trafalgar. Good day.”
! The fan trembled with her leave.