Thread: The Mafia Trade (the pony of death & I)

Cyrus was now eye to eye with the woman who called herself Mia. The way she presented herself was...a bit odd. She didn't seem to have the kind of vibe he expected from a mafioso's daughter. She didn't wear the long black dress, her face wasn't all painted up and she certainly didn't look like she wanted to get laid right away. The only thing that seemed even remotely elegant about her was that perfum. The scent was strong and attention grabbing. Maybe she put it on that way on purpose to try and provoke him, but to what end, he did not know. But rather than worry about it, the young man turned his mind back to the business at hand. With a wave of his hand, he motioned to his driver to take the suitcases that belonged to the woman and load them in the trunk. While he did this, Cyrus kept an eye on the individuals that accompanied the woman to make sure that everything was in order and they were satisfied with the offering. Once the driver had taken the package and left, the young man hopped of the hood of the car and made a motion for the driver and his men to get the hell out of here. The police were probably going to be here in a few hours to patrol the area and he didn't need to get caught. Not out here, anyway. The driver opened one of the back doors to which Cyrus stopped and turned to Mia, pointing inside. If you wouldn't mind, please ake a seat in the back with me, he started as he gracefully pointed to the car. While Cyrus didn't particularly like having to sit so close to someone he didn't particularly like, he felt it would be neccesary if he were to talk to her without the driver or anyone else overhearing their conversation. There was a tinted soundproof glass that seperated the front and back seats which allowed for private chatter...or a silent kill if it was deemed neccesary. As soon as Mia would get in, he would follow quickly. He didn't want to see her suddenly run off though from the looks of things, she had no plans to. When he got in, he scooted in next to her and kept a body's length away from her. It was his way of showing he didn't want to be close to this person but it also showed that he wouldn't try anything harmful or perverted to her on the ride home. After awhile, the car finally started and the two were on their way out of the docks and heading for home. Cyrus's home. The drive was quiet so far. Cyrus had kept to himself, staring out the window at the night sky and streetlights above. Occasionally, he would turn to see if Mia was doing anything and when it looked as if she was going to turn to him, he turned right back to the window. This awkward turning and staring continued for about twenty minutes until finally, the young man sighed and faced the tinted soundproof window to gaze upon his own reflection. The words that came from his mouth were clear and sent a message to the woman sitting across from him. So, look, Cyrus began as his eyes turned towards the woman across from him. I'm not going to lie to you. I'm not too comfortable with the position that our families have placed us in. I've seen enough conflict between us that I've grown to dislike your group very much. I don't know what you think about this whole situation but just know that I'm not too happy. With that being said though, you are still a woman and I have been taught to treat them with the utmost courtesy. So for now, I will tolerate your presence in our group unless you decide to do something very stupid, understand? With that, Cyrus was finished speaking and he hoped he had gotten his message out loud and clear. He wasn't too fond of Mia and he would be watching over her despite whatever complaints she had.