And it begins…
Isabella looked at the woman in front of her, long dark brown hair, deep beckoning eyes, full cherry red lips and smiled at her.
“Your looks are so very deceptive. You almost look sweet enough to pet, like a kitten that needs a home.” The woman’s lip turned up in a curve and she chuckled. The lipstick was warm as she reapplied her lipstick, most likely from baking in the car where her purse had been during her initial interview with Johnny Rosca’s underboss. “That actually went better than I thought. Having to sleep with him would’ve been, well you know, don’t you.” She smiled at the mirror and walked out to find several of Johnny's boy’ standing by the stall awaiting her return.
“Miss,” a younger man smiled at her and let his eyes walk slowly across her tight black skirt and slim-fitted top. “Someone in the restroom with you or have those boys of yours driven you to talk to yourself?”
Her laugh was soft and deep and the young man shivered at the vibration as it raced down his spine. A smile spread across his mouth, his upper lip scarred from a run in with the Vanti’s three years ago on the East coast. The fight of the century and he was lucky enough to have attended, and damn lucky to have a scar to remember to momentous occasion by.
“I was talking to myself,” her thick bottom lip pouted and all he could think of was whether it tasted of the cherry chap stick he could smell as she softly spoke. How was a woman of her class involved with such a rowdy bunch of bastards like the DeMarcos? His eyes darted back up to her velvet colored eyes. “Sad when all a girl has is herself to share secrets with.”
He chuckled and moved to walk behind her as she turned and bent over to adjust her stiletto high heel that seemed to have been made to exist at the end of her smooth leg. He moved in front of her and messed with his phone for a moment, almost feeling perverted just staring at her. His partner had gone in the room ahead of them. He looked over his shoulder, “You um… need any help?”
She mumbled that she was just fixing her shoe and would be right there. He nodded and walked toward the door informing her that he’d be in the next room if she needed anything. Isabella smiled to herself as he retreated and slipped the lock pick from her bra, turning and moving silently to the far end of the hall.
Quickly… She popped the lock and slipped into the dark room, a hand rising up to catch her around the throat and shove her roughly against the wall.
“What the fuck took you so long,” he growled.
She slipped her hands round his waist, pressing into his choke hold with lust in her gaze, “You’d wait forever for me.”
He smiled wickedly and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and sliding his large, rough hands down her back. “That’s a damn lie and you know it.”
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” she whispered and nipped at his lips with her teeth.
“Baby… you have no idea what this mout….” She’d flicked her wrist and buried her knife into his back, twisting it sharply and kissing him deeply as he trashed. The poison kicked in fast and she smiled as she lowered him to the floor.
The sound of the men calling for her and starting to check the rooms of the hall echoed from a short distance. She turned, hit the lights and ran for the door at the far end of the room, grabbing the small bag on the bedside table before slipping out and pulling off her heals and wig.
“The boss man will be pleased tonight, in more ways than one.”
Me and my buddies are hoping to start a Mafia-based RP hoping to offer you lucky chaps a spot on the team. We are limiting the players and there are 3 of us already chomping at the bit to start this bad boy, but if you're interested you’re intelligent and deserve wicked hot sex. Wait.. what were we talking about, oh yeah, mafia…
I'll be co-Gm'ing with Bane. We will be NPC'ing out Don, Bane will be playing the underboss, I’ll be his enforcer and Countdown will be our Consig. There are lots of positions still available and open.
*Don't post your interest if you plan on posting once and petering out - or do and I'll be happy to kill you off in a painful and embarrassing manner. Sounds fun.
*** HIGH CASUAL - 2 graphs or so - no "Uh.. sure." and that's your post -
We will all belong to a highly organized crime family/syndicate. We have jobs and rings and all that jazz set up. We're talking nice suits, cigars and lots of lovely violence, blood, guts and sex.
There is a lot of freedom in our RP, but there are a few rules to. If you're creative and can write in high casual, I can assure you that this RP will be your favorite before you realize it has you hooked, just ask any of us that lived it for the last 1/2 a year on another site.
Warning - it's old school Mafia, so respect, honor and jack-assedness (yes that's a word... you are welcome Mr. Webster) are expected. Can't hang with that... Again, I'll be happy to kill you off.
And finally, there are female mobsters out there, who are probably better at the job than most, being able to blend in less suspiciously and seduce members of other syndicates. So if you’re a female and don't want to play a male, that's totally fine.
Interested at all? Corruption is my specialty and you'll beg for a taste... if you only knew what you were missing.