*Cole...Christian Cole. Death ordered by Lilith Devereux for the crimes of underage prostitution and murder of one of the 'family'. Although the mafia likes to think so, they do not have sole ownership of the concept of family of, or among criminals. Much like soldiers in wartimes, the bonds formed between fellow criminals, once forged, can be of steel. Why else would the feuds be so bloody, the stakes so high?*

Wake -up-, Christian... *A hard stinging blow across his face, and he started awake. Duct tape covered his mouth, but his eyes grew steadily wider as he realized he was no longer safe in his bed, but tied to a chair beneath a naked lightbulb in a room shrouded in darkness. The woman was a mystery, but soon she too would become obvious. She would be his Angel, the Angel of Death..*

*She had ordered her resident techie, Glitch, to dig up information on Mr. Cole, specifically the nature of his crime. Nothing. Either Mr. Cole was exceptionally good at his work, had someone covering his ass, or was extremely lucky. It didn't really matter now.*

Now Christian, I'm gonna take the tape off. You can scream if you want, but no one's gonna hear you. In fact, it might make me angry. *Her eyes narrowed until they were little more than slits, and she leaned over so close that he could smell her perfume* I don't think you want to see me angry, do you? *He began to shake his head back and forth rapidly.*

Good....*R-r-r-r-r-i-i-i-p-p!* Now, how'd you kill her? *Somehow, she -knew- it was a her that Cole had killed. The figure before her seemed to lack the testicular fortitude to challenge another man.*

~I didn't kill anyone..~ *Slap! It was always cute when they tried to act innocent, but cute wears off very quickly..* That's funny, because you -did- kill her, Christian. What I want to know is *At this point, she leaned in until her face was almost touching his. When she spoke, her voice was nothing more than a whisper* how.

*His head sagged as he knew he was beat.* ~I strangled her, but I didn't mean to.~ *He raised his eyes to meet Gillian's as if appealing for sympathy. Unfortunately for him, she had none.* She called me a lousy fuck...that little whore. *Taking a step back, Gillian brought her right foot forward, catching it beneath the edge of che chair and sending Christian falling backwards against the concrete with a sickening Thwack.*

*Now, Christian was moaning in pain, but unable to move as blood began to pool behind his head.* Ah, but Christian, I bet you were a lousy fuck. *She knew that her statement, possibly more than the threat of death itself would hurt the little man lying on the floor. Men live and die by the size of their cocks and their skill at fucking. Whether the literal cock or flashy gun or hot car, men are always waving their cocks at each other. Now Gillian, she just preferred to break balls. She walked over to Christian, glaring down at him from above.* Doesn't really matter since you'll -never- fuck anyone again. *With that, she brought the heel of her boot down hard upon his neck. A chorus of gurgling sounds erupted from his throat as he struggled for breath. That was how Gillian wanted it, and she felt that Lilith would appreciate the sentiment of leaving the little bastard gasping for air just as his victim had. Gillian stood there, boot across his throat as his movements grew weaker, weaker, and finally stopped.* Easier than I thought, but just as fulfilling..

Now, Christian...*She speaks to the corpse* Ms Devereux wanted proof of death. I think that gaudy ring you're wearing will do nicely. *The ring in question was golden, with the letters CC interlocked and studded with diamonds. She dipped the ring in the darkening pool of his blood, wrapped it in a lady's handkerchief, and stored it away for later. Drawing a knife from her boot, she slit the duct tape that held Christian to the chair. Then, she hit the button on a controller than hung from the ceiling, and a corrugated metal door popped open, revealing a large metal tank. An acrid odor emnated from the surface of the liquid, as Gillian hoisted Cole's corpse up and into the tank.* You are -so- lucky you made me angry, Cole..Otherwise, I'd thrown you in while you were still alive. *As she spoke, the acid had already begun to dissolve the corpse, stripping the flesh from the bones. In another two hours, there'd be nothing left, not of Cole, not of the chair, or the blood, or Gillian herself.*

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