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They were mafia, simple as that. It was organized crime, primarily practicing protection racketeering -- the use of violent intimidation to manipulate local economic activity. The big boss of the Grim gang was a terrifying woman by the name of Miss Locket, shrouded in secret and one of the biggest and baddest baddies of the city. Though very few knew what the mafia boss looked like, rumors swirled around that she was old, ugly, fat, and nothing more than a figurehead. Though...those rumors couldn't be farther from the truth.
Locket took a puff from her pipe and let the smoke escape from her nostrils, steeling herself for this disappointment. A man on the floor before her was begging for forgiveness, crying and sobbing something about losing a quick battle against their rival gang. She normally would have her lackeys deal with this sort of thing, far too busy figuring out their newest target, but when skirmishes having to deal with their rival gang, Locket was always the first to know.
"M-miss Locket, our men have been hit real bad! Theys all full of bullet holes and ruining our good name by spilling blood in the publics!" The man before her blubbered, wringing his hands together nervously. "Joey's bookstore's shot to hell, and with the police lookin in we're worried the kegs will be discovered, ya see..."
Locket took another drag and sighed, glancing away from the pathetic sight in front of her. "Then move the speak-easy to another location tonight. Take the men that weren't injured. We'll get revenge, don't you worry your pretty head. Do me a favor and don't **** up so bad next time." Done speaking, Locket stood from her seat and walked out of the room, patting the man's head as she left.
Ah, the men were like her children, the women like her sisters. Locket was fond of her crew and what they provided for the community. She wasn't fond of this new development with the other gang, though...perhaps a confrontation was needed? Mm, it was something that needed to be carefully planned, that was for sure. Heading outside, Locket paused at the entrance and looked back at their headquarters with a faint smile. It was huge, all tough-business-looking, somewhat respectable even with the big glass windows and pretty women at reception.
Just like their headquarters, their boss was good with putting on a disguise too. Locket looked to all the world like a mid-20s woman, bright red hair with gold undercolor cascading over her shoulders in bouncing locks, unblemished white skin, long lashes, bright red lipstick, tight black dress with gold accents and deadly-sharp heels giving the mafia boss more of a look of a pampered heiress to some big-shot company. But even this disguise was a coverup of her true self -- though no one was likely to believe she was truly a dragoness.
Having watched the downfall of her kind so long ago, Locket had played it safe by taking the guise of a human and slipping into society quietly. It infuriated her to know that such weak things like humans had brought the end of a proud species like the dragons -- that was why she was going to work her way to the top and then destroy everything in one clever swoop. Just thinking about it made the woman smile.
For all she knew, Locket was the last dragon in this region of the world, perhaps even the world. It was impossible to contact her kind these days, the way they were spread so thin and scared to hell. Locket paused in front of Joey's bookstore and pressed her hand to one of the broken windows. Being near immortal had it's perks -- she was going to outlive these fools, at least. Pretending to die every once in a while was surprisingly easy...all you had to do most times was set your house on fire and move on.
Ah, speaking of fire, Locket was itching to drop her guise and roll her hoard of gems and gold. But that would have to wait. One of her men approached her, tipping his hat in respect. She linked arms with him and entered the ruined bookstore to see what they could salvage.
(Hope this is okay! Don't worry at all about matching the length -- I just wanted to set the scene!)
They were mafia, simple as that. It was organized crime, primarily practicing protection racketeering -- the use of violent intimidation to manipulate local economic activity. The big boss of the Grim gang was a terrifying woman by the name of Miss Locket, shrouded in secret and one of the biggest and baddest baddies of the city. Though very few knew what the mafia boss looked like, rumors swirled around that she was old, ugly, fat, and nothing more than a figurehead. Though...those rumors couldn't be farther from the truth.
Locket took a puff from her pipe and let the smoke escape from her nostrils, steeling herself for this disappointment. A man on the floor before her was begging for forgiveness, crying and sobbing something about losing a quick battle against their rival gang. She normally would have her lackeys deal with this sort of thing, far too busy figuring out their newest target, but when skirmishes having to deal with their rival gang, Locket was always the first to know.
"M-miss Locket, our men have been hit real bad! Theys all full of bullet holes and ruining our good name by spilling blood in the publics!" The man before her blubbered, wringing his hands together nervously. "Joey's bookstore's shot to hell, and with the police lookin in we're worried the kegs will be discovered, ya see..."
Locket took another drag and sighed, glancing away from the pathetic sight in front of her. "Then move the speak-easy to another location tonight. Take the men that weren't injured. We'll get revenge, don't you worry your pretty head. Do me a favor and don't **** up so bad next time." Done speaking, Locket stood from her seat and walked out of the room, patting the man's head as she left.
Ah, the men were like her children, the women like her sisters. Locket was fond of her crew and what they provided for the community. She wasn't fond of this new development with the other gang, though...perhaps a confrontation was needed? Mm, it was something that needed to be carefully planned, that was for sure. Heading outside, Locket paused at the entrance and looked back at their headquarters with a faint smile. It was huge, all tough-business-looking, somewhat respectable even with the big glass windows and pretty women at reception.
Just like their headquarters, their boss was good with putting on a disguise too. Locket looked to all the world like a mid-20s woman, bright red hair with gold undercolor cascading over her shoulders in bouncing locks, unblemished white skin, long lashes, bright red lipstick, tight black dress with gold accents and deadly-sharp heels giving the mafia boss more of a look of a pampered heiress to some big-shot company. But even this disguise was a coverup of her true self -- though no one was likely to believe she was truly a dragoness.
Having watched the downfall of her kind so long ago, Locket had played it safe by taking the guise of a human and slipping into society quietly. It infuriated her to know that such weak things like humans had brought the end of a proud species like the dragons -- that was why she was going to work her way to the top and then destroy everything in one clever swoop. Just thinking about it made the woman smile.
For all she knew, Locket was the last dragon in this region of the world, perhaps even the world. It was impossible to contact her kind these days, the way they were spread so thin and scared to hell. Locket paused in front of Joey's bookstore and pressed her hand to one of the broken windows. Being near immortal had it's perks -- she was going to outlive these fools, at least. Pretending to die every once in a while was surprisingly easy...all you had to do most times was set your house on fire and move on.
Ah, speaking of fire, Locket was itching to drop her guise and roll her hoard of gems and gold. But that would have to wait. One of her men approached her, tipping his hat in respect. She linked arms with him and entered the ruined bookstore to see what they could salvage.
(Hope this is okay! Don't worry at all about matching the length -- I just wanted to set the scene!)