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“And you are certain that there can be no other perpetrators?” she asked the person that was sitting before her, her eyes stern. According to this person’s report, someone had been seen selling their merchandise on her territory, a crime punishable by both kidnapping and death according to the rules of the mafia. Her gaze bored into the female that was sitting before her, and when all she did was nod, she shook her head.
“Fine. You know what you need to do, then, Arasinya,” she said, her gaze stern. “Bring him here to me—and any others that might be with him. We can’t take any chances. I worked hard for this territory...”
She stood up here and walked into the room behind that one, tapping her fingers together restlessly as she looked out of the window out at the Slums. This territory had cost her dearly, and the only reason they went mostly unnoticed was because of the work that Arasinya did at the tavern that was right above them. If Arasinya got hurt by one of the men that fought her, all she had to do was report to her, and she would make sure that the chap never fought again. Whether or not it was just a temporary thing or permanent was, of course, up to the people that did the job.
And now there were people trying to sell things on her turf?
It is true that we try our best to go unnoticed here to avoid competition, she thought to herself as she opened the drawer to her desk and pulled out one of her prized possessions, a knife with a pearl-encrusted blade. I don’t know. I might have to step in and settle this one. No one messes with Don Ildia and gets away with it. No one.
As she looked out of the window, she shook her head and sat down at the desk, turning on the light as she pulled out a notebook. She knew that Arasinya had mentioned the male’s name, Daryt. She growled slightly as she wrote the name down in her notebook, and then, she drew a line threw it. She wasn’t sure how they would deal with him, but if he was working for another mafia, there was only one option for his punishment, and that, quite simply...
...was making him disappear.
“I’ll really hate it if this Daryt ends up being handsome,” she said to herself, shaking her head as she laughed slightly. “I will also really hate it if he ends up being a part of another mafia. The way Arasinya described him made him seem really, really interesting.”
She shook her head here, sighing slightly as she looked back out of the window.
“Maybe this time we’re in over our heads, Dra’skelu... we have no idea how long this Daryt’s been around, but we still have been at this territory for several years now. It’s time that they knew about us.”
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