Thread: Bright Young Thing ::: {Prince of Smut & Ariamella}

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella IMG200x112 Brian Grady Keep the caaaahs back! yelled Agent Brian Grady . Yes damn it! The CARS! A little Boston dialect slipped into his voice when emotional, or drunk, but tonight Brian was sober and just on edge given the complexity of the raid he was trying to orchestrate. Over thirty cops were arranged in two alleys, with a half dozen cars and buses tucked into the alley in which they were gathering before moving in on the illegal casino that was their target for the night. A thousand details had to be juggled just to get here and still this whole raid could go wrong a hundred different ways. Brian had been planning it for over a week after an informant had given up the location of this jewel in Capone's illicit underground empire of speakeasies and gambling dens. Supposedly one of the higher class operations that pulled in a lot of cash, a fast raid could seize a large bankroll and actually give some real pain to the mafia for a change. Brian had moved to town three months earlier, from Boston, as part of a special team of United States Federal Agents in the Liquor and Tariff Enforcement Department. The newspapers just called them the Gangbusters as their target was the criminal gangs that had infected Chicago like a cancer and turned the city into one of the most corrupt and vice ridden in the country. The local cops had been corrupted to the point where they were ineffective, and Brian and his team had been hand selecting the few good ones remaining to join his team... and still there were leaks. Secrecy had been tight for this raid. None of the cops that were helping his team knew what the target was and all had arrived by bus just ten minutes ago. Brian had painstakingly orchestrated this operation to get all his assets in place and then move as quickly as possible to strike the casino. He wanted as little warning and potential for the gangsters to clear out money and liquor as possible. Listen up lads. We are going in 5 minutes. I want teams of five cops on every exit of the building and ten going in the front door with me! he yelled at the group of blue jacketed police staring at him. No shooting unless you hear them fire! Anyone that looks Italian or has a gun arrest. Try to grab as many of the guests as you can, but don't bother chasing them. Focus on the criminals! Brian gritted his teeth and licked his lips. A drink would be nice. That was a dirty vice that a Federal Agent couldn't tell others about, but fortunately he knew there would be plenty of booze to choose from after they finished the raid. For now, the important thing was pulling this raid off and getting another newspaper headline with his photo in it. He was going to make a name for himself in Chicago, at any cost! IMG150x112 Lucca Carbone Lefty shouldn't have let her go. The business man side of him said that her answers still didn't add up, that she hadn't explained anything. She was likely an informant, or a cheat, or both. He should grab her and get a little rough with her to scare the truth out. Lefty didn't like hitting women, but he knew that for most dolls, all it took was some shouting and flashing them a gun to get them spilling the beans. No, he should have grabbed her slender wrist and held her when she passed him the dice, maybe playfully asking Where do you think you are going honey? We are just getting to know each other! or something similar. At least, that's what Lefty thought as he watched her ass sway while she walked away from him. These thin flapper dressed drove men wild, particularly when a gal had some curves they could hug. Those twin globes of her ass looked spectacular, swinging in a mesmerizing fashion as she disappeared into the crowd. The visceral, emotional part of Lefty had the opposite reaction. The hairs on his neck had stood up and he knew that she was either crazy or had some other talent that he couldn't fathom right now. The way she told him that he should leave sent a chill down down his back, making him shiver in the warm club. Lefty believed in numbers and in odds. They could be calculated and understood. So when something happened that told him his calculations might be off, his natural instinct was caution. Extreme caution. SKINNY! he screamed over the noisy club, causing patrons to look at him surprise. SKINNY! Immediate shut down. Take the cash box out the tunnel now. Players can keep their chips and exchange them at another club. All dealers pack up... NOW! Skinny looked up in surprise and nodded at the orders. Within minutes, all hell broke loose as Lefty's crew began shutting down the club and worried patrons started to flee. Lefty lingered by the tunnel, deciding that he'd go with the cash box. He just hoped that Ruby wasn't going to make him look like a fool.