Thread: Her Downfall (Szymanski/Kiari03)

Many days had passed with raised tensions throughout her turf and it was negatively affecting her men who had been living off of baloney and white bread. Fast, efficient, and readily thrown away should something break off. Her authority and protection had remained unquestioned for two short years and she loved the loyalty of her men. Miss are you sure that going out tonight is truly what you want? After all, we have no problem laying low until we can figure out what the fuck is going on in Simone's side. Joshua asked as they had made their way to the restaurant with three cars trailing closely behind them. Word is, the boss of the Simone's side is sick. Perhaps that, along with a police crack down on their side, is what is making communication so difficult between the lines. Or, it could be that their boss is experiencing his first period. One way or the other, we are the Trappatoni family, and I refuse to hide. Her bravery, or perhaps her foolishness, is what would lead to her kidnapping that night. The Chinese food at this restaurant was possibly the best in the city. To hide the authority she held in this clan, she was to sit alone, secretly surrounded by her men. She was prideful, but understanding enough to know that, should word get around about a female boss, the clan would lose important connections. Jacky had soft brunette hair that extended to her mid back, sharp, analytical blue eyes, a soft mask of freckles decorating her cheeks, and stood at a small five foot, one inch. Despite her small stature, she was twenty one, often mistaken for a full five years younger, which worked to her favor. As she took a bite into her sesame chicken dinner, a thunderous crack exploded through her head. Her vision went blurry as she looked for the cause of her pain and she noticed that the entire resturaunt was standing. Her men grabbed for their guns...then...then...nothing, except for the soft touch of a hand. She kept her eyes closed to analyze her situation through the sensation of touch. She could tell that her hands were bound behind her back, her lips tingled, while the pressure of duct tape bound her ankles together. Forming a good wad of spit behind her lips, she quickly let that wad loose into the face of the man kneeling over her. She could tell by his voice that he was not one of her men. Opening her eyes, she adjusted her vision to focus on Frankie, who now had a fine glob of spit dripping from his eyelash. So, you have a death wish do you? I assure you that will occur quickly you puss ball, so tell me, which family residence am I located in. Her first goal was to find out whether the Simone family had anything to do with this situation. Second, was to analyze whether he knew of her position in the clan. With a quick twist of her left arm, she dislocated it and quickly twirled her arms over her head, connecting her bound hands with his head, the correct amount of pressure to relocate her arms. She blushed as her skirt had driven up nearly all the way to her thong. Now that I can more comfortably break your face if I need to, tell me what I need to know. She muttered, sure he had seen his face once before. It was the insignificance of his face that left her to question his position and her predicament. It was the sound of a metallic click that made her blood run cold through her veins. Had she failed to notice someone else in the room? In a flurry of panic she quickly smashed her bound fists into his face and recovered a knife from her sleeve through a small twist of her right arm. Slicing through the binds on her ankles, she made a mad dash for the door. Her heart was racing, she was covered in sweat. She hadn't been this out of control ever. She knew, that unless she was able to get away, she would be trapped.