Thread: Take it off. [Cheshire x Black Rose]

And then the scream of sirens came. Vallios sighed quietly and reached into his coat. From a hidden holster on the right side of the jacket Vallios retrieved one of his two Glock 18-cs. It was silenced, perfect for the few situations in which Vallios needed a firearm. Three shots into the man's skull did the job, let the paramedics deal with a corpse. After all, dead men and unregistered guns told no tales... And so Vallios swaggered into the club, glad that the fight had happened in a side alley. No witnesses to the murder, and no hard evidence that he'd done anything illegal. As Vallios stepped in through the side door, the club's head bouncer tapped him on the shoulder. Brutus was his street name, which he'd earned after killing his old mob boss in front of the entire family. She did it again Val. That snarl came onto Vallios' lips and he took off, knowing full well where the little savior would try to run. It was astounding how fast those long legs could carry Vallios when he needed to make up ground, or vanish from a scene. Poor Maria would find herself caught within minutes. And of course, Vallios arrived right as Maria was getting to her feet. Long fingered hands clenched around the back of her neck, and Vallios lifted Maria to, and then off her feet like a kitten that had misbehaved. Everyone's personal fucking jesus aren't you? I warned you about trying to play the savior... Most men of Vallios' sort would have yelled, maybe struck Maria. But no, that just wasn't Vallios' style. His voice was an even and sinister whisper, colder than the touch of death itself. Vallios started to drag Maria roughly down the street, his vice like grip unbreakable. And of course, the five 'Claws' followed. On each of the six men's shirts, or chest in Vallios' case, was the same emblem. A clawed crimson hand outlined in black. Vallios' group certainly wasn't a gang in the modern day sense, and his men weren't thugs or G's. In total there were 23 members of the organized crime syndicate known as the Stained Hand. They had no territory in the city, except for a few clubs...And whatever patch of ground they happened to be standing on. They didn't run the drug trade, or own a casino, or work a distillery. No, the Hand did whatever it felt like, and succeeded wonderfully. Some days they worked with dealers and sold product, other days they just stole the shipment and sold it the same. Two or three men might hit up a jewelry store, or heist one of the smaller casinos. It was never the same operation twice in a row, and it was never the same men doing it. Hell, it wasn't even a sure fact if Vallios was the mysterious syndicate's leader. This horrifying anonymity, this powerful secrecy was what made the Stained Hand the most feared force in all of the city's tangled underworld. Normally members, or fingers as they were called, wore no uniform, and only displayed their markings or emblems when a gathering had been declared. However, the five 'Claws', Vallios' elite and trusted body guards always displayed their markings with pride. Vallios bore only one marking tying him to the group he'd started, and that was the emblem tattooed onto his chest. The 'claws' tightened rank, two of them carrying sawed off shotguns. They walked about seven feet in front of Vallios and Maria. The other three 'claws' walked roughly five feet behind, two of them carrying twin Uzis, the third an old but well maintained Ak-47. Steadily the lord of the hand and his retinue marched towards the apartment complex that served as the hand's headquarters. Poor Maria, she had no idea what she was going to endure. Vallios was a twisted sort of dominant, and though he hadn't done anything to her yet, he'd made it clear that her virginity belonged to him...And, what was worse He made it known that it would not be taken, but given willingly. What bold, crazy sort of man made a woman his slave, and then declared that he'd also manage to make her willingly give up her innocence to him?