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"Why don't people just listen?" Maya asked with a sigh, wiping her blood splattered face with her sleeve. "They don't learn."
"Well I think it's safe to say they just learnt their lesson," Mason replied with a chuckle, following his sister down one of the tunnels underneath the Bishop estate.
"About time," Maya scoffed. "Any updates while I was busy?"
"We have made contact with most of the buyers from DeLuca's drug trade and are getting the product to them, a small payment going along with it for the delay."
"Good," Maya nodded. "Anyone we can get into business with? I know Gibson has some new opportunities with the firearms and is looking to expand."
"I can get Vic to have a word with them - see what their stance is?"
"Do it. I want answers by lunchtime," She ordered.
"Understood."
"I'm going to shower - try not to let anything go wrong while I'm gone."
"You have no faith in me," Mason laughed.
"Absolutely none," Maya teased back, clapping him on the shoulder before she climbed the stairs to reach the main house, while Mason continued through the tunnels to go into the basement.
As Maya jogged up the steps into the main house she smiled at all the staff and continued her way up into the master bedroom, stripping herself of her bloody clothes, tossing them into the basket before switching on the shower.
Once she'd allowed the room to steam up, indicating the temperature was at a good level, she stepped underneath it with a sigh.
Her blonde hair getting wet under the spray as she ran her hands through it. Her knuckles were sore and bruised and bloody, a consequence of a man who refused to talk meaning she had to get herself a lit bit dirty to get some answers.
As the water continued to fall the droplets on the floor marbled into a scarlet red as the blood washed from her body. She ached and she hurt but she'd gotten what she'd wanted so it had worked out well.
Her life wasn't easy, but she was a Bishop. This was in her blood, this job was meant for her and this title, this position was her legacy.
And she would do everything she had to to protect it. Even if that meant getting her hands a little bit dirty.
The next day....
The sun had barely risen above the horizon and yet the Bishop siblings had been awake for the last hour and a half. Maya practically dragging her younger brother from his bed to go for a workout in the gym.
They'd been at it for a while: cardio, weights, more weights and now Maya was intent on finishing off their workout with some boxing. A 'cool down' she had named it but Mason wasn't too sure how she was cooling down, if anything the intensity had only seemed to rise but he just took the small break of holding the bag without complaint.
Maya pounded her gloves, despite the state her knuckles were in, into the bag, as her brother held it in place. The noise of it bouncing off the walls and echoing around the gym.
"So, we made further contact with some of the businesses," Mason started, having already given a brief update yesterday lunchtime, before he grunted in pain after particular hard hit from his sister.
"Right and?" Maya asked through laboured breaths - continuing to pummel the bag.
"Vic has set up deals with three of them - each interested in both firearms trading as well as using wanting to get into the gambling business. Oh and we had one who asked us about looking into a loan? I said I'd get back to them - it's something we haven't done on a large scale before so I wanted your opinion - but with interest it could be worth our while."
"Who is it?"
"Lucas Ripley," Mason replied, wincing again from another hit.
"I'll have a think," Maya promised, relaying a quick series of hooks and jabs, a thin sheen of sweat coating her body, small wisps of hair escaping her ponytail.
"I'll let him know," Mason replied. He was just about to continue speaking when Maya's phone began to ring, with a sigh she pulled it from her pocket and read the caller ID.
"Out," Maya demanded.
"But-"
"Out! Now!" Maya yelled, ripping her gloves off with her teeth before pulling the other one off with her hand. Once Mason had left the gym, Maya sat down on one of the benches and answered the call, a smug grin already on her face.
"Why hello there," she answered in a teasing tone.
"What the fuck Bishop!" A strong Italian accent yelled through the phone.
"I'm so sorry - who is this?" She asked, crossing her legs and leaning back against the wall.
"I'm going to kill you," Carina threatened.
"Oh how pleasant of you, at such an early hour too - I didn't realise the devil awoke at such times."
"I'm being serious."
"Oh I have no doubt that you are," Maya assured her, knowing she was winding the woman up.
"I'm in New York," Carina stated, switching the topic of conversation.
"You came all this way to see to me? I'm flattered."
"I want to talk to you," Carina demanded.
"Ask nicely and I might just say yes," Maya taunted, a wide smile tugging at her lips. She could feel how angry Carina was through the phone and she was loving every single second of it.
"The warehouse on 8756 Lincoln Road - meet me there, eight o'clock in two days."
"Hm I think I'm busy," Maya replied with a sarcastic sigh. "I have some drugs to sell so you know, busy schedule."
"You mean my drugs?"
"Uhm no - pretty sure they are mine now. Finders keepers and all that." Maya quipped. "Did you get my note?" She continued.
"I did. How mature of you."
"I thought so." Maya said, internally laughing at the small token she'd left the mafia boss, knowing full well it would get back to her.
Steal my deal,
well that wasn't quite ideal,
But not to worry I have other tricks up my sleeve,
Hence your containers of powder that I took upon myself to retrieve
Fuck with me
And I guarantee
Your death will bring me a great sense of glee
"I didn't know you could spell, let alone rhyme."
"Wow, someone is feeling feisty today aren't they?"
"I swear to god when I see you I will put a gun in that smug mouth of yours and blow your brains out," Carina threatened.
"I never thought of you as a romantic DeLuca - guess you proved me wrong. But I must say you aren't really incentivising me to come and see you."
"Just consider this a friendly invitation - decline and I'm sure I can put in some more extreme measures to get your attendance."
"I'll see if I can book you in - ciao!" She ended with a smile, before hanging up the phone and tossing it to the side.
She pushed back the rogue hairs on her sweaty forehead and then walked out of the gym with a certain sway in her step and a big decision to make.
"I have news," Maya announced walking down into the basement, an hour or so later, a smile on her face.
"Do tell?" Vic smiled, closing the lid of her laptop. Everyone else following suit as they looked at the blonde with intrigue.
"The DeLuca's are in New York," She said, sitting down at her place at the head of the table.
"They are?!" Travis exclaimed.
"They are," Maya nodded.
"You seem strangely happy about this," Andy pointed out skeptically.
"That's because we got her to the point where she is so enraged she flew all the way over here and she wants to meet me," Maya grinned, making the other chuckle.
"Are you?" Jack asked.
"Hm maybe. I'm thinking about it."
"When?"
"The warehouse on 8756 Lincoln Road - eight o'clock in two days," Maya revealed.
"That place is abandoned - I've done deals there before," Vic revealed.
"I don't like it Maya," Mason said, speaking up for the first time.
Maya's eyes switched from Vic to Mason as she slowly turned in her chair, eyebrows raised expecting him to continue.
"Something feels off about it - what she just arrives in New York and expects you to go and see her? Come on seriously? It's a trap!" He exclaimed.
"Thoughts?" Maya asked, spinning back to the group.
"Well - I agree with Mason, it is a bit strange. Just the two of you I'm assuming?"
"Most likely."
"No back-up in a situation like that - I don't like it either," Andy continued.
"They make a fair point," Travis said.
"Well she didn't threaten to 'blow my brains out' so..." Maya revealed, making the whole table erupt.
"Fuck! You're definitely not going!"
"See!"
"Maya seriously she's insane!"
"First of all, you lot all need to calm the hell down," Maya said, her voice raising above everyone else's, silencing them all. "Second- If I go, I will go. No arguments."
"Sorry boss," they all apologised, realising while their outburst had been done in good faith, with only a need of wanting to protect the blonde they also had remember their place and who they were talking to.
"Now - I want updates on what is going on with everyone."
Meanwhile....
Less than an hour away Carina DeLuca was staring out of her window admiring the views of Central Park as she sipped on a cup of coffee.
The apartment itself was with at least thirty million, with four bedrooms, two floors and views of the city - a large open plan design with the highest quality kitchens and most expensive furniture. It was safe to say no expense had been spared for the boss of the Sicilian mafia - plus it wasn't like they'd bought the place for its market price, some quick and 'friendly' negotiations had meant they'd ended up on a pretty reasonable price.
The realtor now had scar on his right leg but it felt like a fair price to pay - why would Carina want to pay upwards of one hundred million dollars when she could pay thirty? Some people just needed a little persuading.
She moved away from the window and walked towards the sofa before stretching herself out on it, enjoying the peace and quiet of the early mornings, mist lingering in the air, slightly clouding the view of the city skyline while also providing the atmosphere with this, almost unsettled tension, which paradoxically, allowed Carina to be at her most grounded.
She closed her eyes and allowed the silence to take over - these past few days her life had been so hard, so stressful and it had all been down to one person. That person who, if all went to plan, wouldn't be much of a problem anymore. Even the mere thought of it brought a smile to her face.
However, her silence was quickly thwarted by the sound of her front door being pushed open with a loud bang.
"You know there is this thing called knocking," Carina said, keeping her eyes closed.
"You phoned her?!" Andrea cried, stalking into the living room to see his sister in some state of peace, one that was very far from his own.
"I did," Carina replied indifferently.
"Why?!"
"Why not?" Carina said, opening her eyes and raising an eyebrow.
Andrea just put his hands to his face and let out a cry of irritation and frustration at his sisters impulsiveness. She may be in charge but she was his sister first and foremost and her choices were putting people's lives at risk, hers included.
"Carina please - can we just think this through!" He begged.
"Andrea - grow up! We are not under papa's orders anymore, we have to take control of this organisation, we cannot fail him. If we back out of this we are failures! She needs to be dealt with!"
"For the love of God Carina! Half the world hates her, fuck half the world hates us! But we don't just go around killing the leaders of the mafia! You just don't do it - you should know that better than anyone! You keep saying how we have a legacy to live up to - you do this and we will lose everything!"
Carina just scoffed in annoyance and stood up from the sofa and walked towards the sink to replace her coffee with a glass of water.
"You don't know everything about this business Andrea."
"Maybe not! But tell you what I do know - you can just put a bullet in the back of her head!" Andrew cried, following his sister into the kitchen.
"I mean I'd prefer to slit her throat," She countered. "Maybe drown her - that could be fun. Watch the life drain from her eyes," she added with a small chuckle.
"Carina! You need to listen to me. You kill her and it brings on a war. Us versus them - you think we are at war now, then what will happen after will be more than either of us could possibly imagine!"
"It's not us versus them!" Carina yelled, slamming her glass on the counter then with a breathless laugh she ran a hand through her hair as she continued. "It's never just us versus them! It's me versus her! Don't you get that! She doesn't just do things to hurt us - she does it to hurt me! This is personal Andrea and I refuse to let her get away with it - not again! She continues to make fools of us! We are the most powerful organisation on this planet and she needs to be taught a lesson, she has to pay!"
Andrew stared at his sister for a moment, after she'd finished her speech, he took a few deep breaths, letting himself think before he gave a resolute nod. "Okay." He resided. "Okay - I'm on your side," he said. "We take down Maya Bishop. Together. You're not alone in this fight, we're family."
"Family," Carina agreed - allowing them to both have this small moment of vulnerability that they very rarely, if ever, had.
"Let's get planning. Wait - how do you know she will even show up?" He asked, one very vital part of the plan needing to be fulfilled in order for this to work.
"She'll turn up," Carina replied confidently.
"I'm going," Maya said as she walked down into the basement that afternoon.
"Going where?" Mason asked, immediately walking by her side.
"I'm going. To the warehouse," She repeated. "Do you want me to say it again for fun?"
"No I heard you I just- I don't think it's safe."
"About ninety five percent of what we do isn't safe, danger is in our blood Mas. We are Bishops. We run one of the biggest organisations in the world, we're both the most feared and most wanted people in the country. You can't hide from danger when it doesn't suit you - that's not who we are. She wants to talk, we'll talk. I'm going - end of discussion."
"Okay," Mason agreed. "I want people to go with you at least - can you agree to that?"
"Fine," Maya replied with a teasing smirk.
"Good," Mason laughed back. "Now - do you want to talk to Travis about the hotel opportunity?"
"In an hour," Maya replied pulling out her phone as she tapped her fingers against it. "I need to speak to Vic about a few negotiations I want her looking into."
"Got it. Have you made a decision about Lucas Ripley's proposition for a loan?"
"Do it - but you warn him. I want repayments on the first of every month - miss a day and I'm sure we can find an alternative payment method."
"I'll make sure he understands the terms and conditions - I'll get legal drawing up a contract. Plus I'll speak to some people about upping your protection from when you go - speak to Dean and see if we can get more information on the location-"
"Mason!" Maya cried.
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
"Sorry I just want you to come back without a bullet hole in your head!" He quipped back.
"Oh please - have some faith in me at least!" She joked.
"In you? I don't put bets on a losing battle."
"You like your hand?" Maya asked. "Because if you do I'd stop talking."
"Just a few jokes - I have no doubt in you," he said, bumping her in the shoulder.
"Correct answer - you hand lives another day," Maya grinned, before pushing open her office door with her shoulder and walking in.
Two days later...
Maya was sat in the backseat of a Cadillac Escalade, another one of the organisation's vehicles, as they made their way down a dirt path towards the warehouse on Lincoln road, the vehicle shaking as they went over dips in the road.
She was in the car with four of her guards - she'd made Mason and the rest of her team stay behind. This was something she had to do alone.
"One minute out boss," her driver said.
"Thank you," she replied, keeping her eyes on the tinted windows as she'd watched the city fall from view as they reached the outskirts. She'd also left her phone with one of her guards, not wanting anything to distract her from the task at hand.
A few moments later the car swung to the right, entering an empty lot where only a lone grey warehouse stood, a few small outhouses scattered here and there. The door slid open, two guards walking out first, then Maya then the last two, boxing her in.
They'd made it all but four steps when a loud bang sounded, a small dent forming in the Cadillacs side.
"Move! Move!" One of the guards, Higgins yelled.
All five of them ran behind the car as bullets continued to fire at them.
"What the hell is her problem?" Maya scoffed in annoyance, before grabbing one of the guns from the passenger side door and peaking her head out of the side, firing off a few bullets, seeing one of the men fall to the ground. "You two take the left, you two with me - get rid of them all."
The men all nodded before following out her orders.
Maya and her two men ran across the lot, firing their weapons for cover as they did so, before they hid behind one of the abandoned outhouses, getting a good vantage point. From what she could see there were six men left, two of them already dead - one from her and one from the two other guards. "You take the left side, me and Mathew will take the right." Both men nodded and Maya crept further to the right, going around the back of the outhouses before she and Matthew had some of them in sight.
They nodded at one another before firing their weapons a few of them dropping to the ground. They waited another few seconds before the one more dropped. Maya then decided to take the final one into her own hands - she walked out from her spot and strode towards him, he tried to fire at her but missed, wood chipping behind her as his shots scattered.
She aimed her gun forward and shot three times, every bullet hitting his body as he fell to the ground in a heap.
"Right thank you guys - I'm good from here. You all know the drill." She handed her gun back to Matthew as he walked away.
The men all nodded before getting back into the escalade and drove off, a cloud of dust following them.
She dusted off her jacket and then walk into the warehouse, pulling the door open wide.
When she walked in she saw Carina standing up next to a table, another one behind her.
"Is that for me?" She asked, seeing a singular wooden chair in the middle of the room.
At the new voice Carina turned.
"If it is you really shouldn't have catered for my comfort," She joked.
"I can't say that was on my top lists or priorities. Your comfort."
"Such a generous host," Maya smirked, tucking her hands into her pockets.
"Was that whole performance really necessary?" Carina asked, arms folded as Maya stood before her, that cocky grin on her face.
"You should be thanking me!" Maya cried, throwing her arms out. "They were all useless - practically went down like a bunch of flies. I did you a favour if anything."
"Oh is that right?" Carina questioned. "You did me a favour?"
"I can be nice from time to time," Maya shrugged, her grin never having left her face. "You just have to ask."
Carina just took a deep breath and stared at the blonde, a silent war fuelling itself between them.
"You really do make everything so much harder don't you?"
"I try," Maya winked.
"Hm guess that will make doing this a whole lot easier then," Carina replied, her own smug grin forming.
Before Maya could ever question what the brunette meant by her statement out of the corner of her eye she saw something swing towards her, then nothing. It was just darkness - an endless void of what looked like an inky black midnight sky. Except it wasn't the sky, it was her mind and that was a whole lot scarier.
Maya wasn't sure how much time had passed when her mind began to awaken itself; she felt fragmented, her head pounding in pain and she felt dizzy.
Her touch came back at first, her wrists felt tight and her shoulders uncomfortable - everything was too tense. Her fingers then grazed against a rough material, then when she moved her wrists she felt the same thing. Rope, her brain recognised - so she was tied up, that much was evident. This wasn't good, not good at all. Without moving her feet she pushed down into her shoes and felt a hard surface and as she slowly put the pieces together she realised where she was.
She was sat on the chair, bound by her wrists. Fuck.
Her hearing then returned next, it was quiet, for the most part, no recognisable sounds until...footsteps. She could hear footsteps, they were't exactly close by but they weren't too far either.
Next she opened her eyes, but then quickly shut them as the the harsh light hurt her brain. Slowly, she then squinted them open, bit by bit before she then blinked a few times to readjust.
"Ah welcome back," Carina said, seeing the blonde now awake and alert, looking around the warehouse. "No use doing that - you'll just make it tighter," she added with an amused smile, seeing the blonde trying to pull free from the rope.
"What the hell?!" Maya asked as the brunette got closer and closer.
"I told you I was going to kill you - consider this a preliminary stage before the real thing."
"How kind of you to not do it straight away."
"I thought so."
Maya then took a closer look at what was behind Carina and saw a table full of knives, a large bucket of water on the floor and who knows what else, and for the first time Maya felt scared. She always considered death to be something inevitable, something to never be feared - death came with danger. She told Mason that danger ran through their blood, so she shouldn't be scared of death - but here she was, staring it right in the face.
"Oh those," Carina said, looking back as she realised where Maya's focus had gone. "Hm I wasn't sure exactly how I wanted to kill you so I thought I'd bring options - see what my mood was."
"I'd just call that being indecisive," Maya quipped. If she was going to die, she wasn't going to do it begging for mercy, she'd fight her way through this - regardless of the outcome.
Carina just nodded and walked towards her, bracing her hands on the back of Maya's chair as she stared into blue eyes.
"Maybe I'll be indecisive when I'm deciding which of your body parts I should cut off, maybe I'll be indecisive when I can't decide how many bullets to put in your head or maybe I'll be indecisive when I put your head under water and can't figure out how long I should leave you there."
"Hm sounds like you have a lot to think about," Maya replied, before she was slapped across the face, pain searing through her body again. Where she'd been hit with the bat, was the same place Carina had hit, and she could already feel a trickle of blood running down her face, who knows what the rest of her looked like.
"You really had to get me on my good side huh?" Maya said, before tilting her head side to side to alleviate the pain around her neck.
"You seem to forget who's in charge here Bishop," Carina yelled, having had enough of Maya's snide remarks and sarcastic comments. With her foot she hooked it around the wooden beam between the legs of Maya's chair and tilted it backwards, forcing Maya off the ground - her body at a 45 degree angle. At that Maya quickly shut up and she could see the uneasiness and fear in her eyes. "So I suggest from now on you stop talking, or I just make you death a lot more painful," she added, before letting the chair come back forwards. The noise echoing loudly off the empty warehouse.
“You know I’ve never been a fan of following the rules.”
“Well you better learn quickly,” Carina remarked. “We have a long day ahead of us - I wouldn’t want you to waste all your energy now.”
“I’m sure I can manage.”
“Do you ever stop talking?” Carina asked.
“Ask nicely and I might give you answer.”
“You know I’ve had just about enough of you and your fucking attitude,” Carina said, her hand pressing into the side of Maya’s head where her injuries were.
Maya tensed her jaw as pain surged through her body - her fingers twitching around the rope a groan escaping her lips until Carina let go.
“I told you to shut up. I can make your death painless or the worst thing you’ve ever experienced so if I were you I’d start to understand who you are talking to. I’ve made your life very difficult before Bishop I’m not afraid to do it again. Remember when I put your best friend in the hospital, or when I made sure the authorities knew exactly where one of your deals were being made making you lose millions of how about the time I stole forty million barrels of oil from right under your nose - you were there, while I was making a fool of you. How does it feel to be a joke Bishop? Because I can guarantee that’s all you’ll ever be known for once I’m finished with you.”
Carina then walked away from Maya and went over to the table, admiring the array of knives and weapons she had laid out infant of her. Her fingers twitched to use them, a familiar memory surfacing as her eyes focused on every one.
"You won't kill me," Maya then said, making the brunette sigh with annoyance - she didn't ever give up.
"You seem pretty sure which is amusing given your circumstance," Carina replied, gesturing to Maya being bound to the chair.
"You need me," Maya stated, confidently. Carina left the table and walked back over to her. "You need me and you know it. You won't kill because your life revolves around me. Every decision you make you have me in mind, because you want to beat me, you want to win against me and that excites you. I excite you. I challenge you - and you love it. You spent ninety million dollars on oil you didn't even need, the only reason you did that was because of me. Your whole purpose revolves around the idea of me Carina and you know it. You came to New York because you told yourself you could kill me, that you could get rid of me but you can't - you would have done it by now if you could have. But the fact I am still here tells me everything."
At the point Carina's hands were on the back of Maya's chair again, their eyes staring into one another as Maya spoke - their faces only centimetres apart, the feelings going through their bodies anything but innocent.
"You feel it," Maya whispered. "I know you do. You don't want to admit it but I can see it your eyes. You won't kill me because you need me. You will always need me."
The kiss started out slow, almost as if the two were trying to figure out what exactly was happening. It felt foreign yet familiar. Until something switched; the click, the match, the spark - it ignited. They pulled away, eyes open and full of want before they immediately moulded back together - their lips hungry as they naturally fought for dominance, tongues battling for power as Carina lowered herself onto Maya's lap.
The brunette was so shocked yet so entranced by what was happening she failed to process the fact that Maya's hands were running up her thighs and over her hips, squeezing ever so slightly in a way that made Carina moan to the point her brain was cloudy.
Those same hands that were supposed to be bound behind her back by rope.
Maya then suddenly stood up making Carina gasp, her strength showing behind her shirt as she walked them to the second table where she placed her down, her lips moving to Carina's neck as she bit down on her pulse point before soothing it over with her tongue, then moving to the other side as slender hands ran their way through her blonde locks, gently scraping at her the base of her scalp. They then trailed their way down Maya's shirt undoing the buttons in quick fashion. Maya's hands meanwhile kept to Carina's waist, pulling her impossibly closer as their moans filled the empty space, almost magnifying them as they echoed.
"Oh god-" Carina sighed as Maya's lips travelled down further and further, her hand then slipping to unbutton Carina's own shirt, kissing every spot behind it. Once she'd reached the bottom of Carina's chest, she ripped the shirt off her body before throwing it over her shoulder
Once it was off she picked the brunette up again, garnering a similar reaction to the first one, her lips now exposed to more of an expanse of skin - an advantage she made plentiful use of. The brunette's hands holding her head in place as Maya kissed lower and lower, then put her back down on the chair and she quickly straddled her lap, occasionally grounding down her hips.
They gently pulled away, only for Maya to stare into Carina's eyes and give her a wink, before she moved to her knees and gently placed a kiss on her neck - moving lower and lower, slower and slower.
Her lips made their way down Carina's chest again, her hands keeping the brunette's on the seat of the chair.
"No touching," she had mumbled between kisses.
Carina's head was thrown back, her lips parted as she allowed Maya to explore her body one kiss at a time. Small bites and licks making the coil in her stomach tighten and tighten to the point she was very sure it would snap very soon.
Maya's hand then moved from Carina's own to the brunette's jean clad thighs. She ran her way up them applying just the right amount of pressure to make them tremble with anticipation before she snaked them over her hips and down the legs of the chair, making sure she kept the brunette preoccupied with the feeling of her lips as she moved down her navel, while her hands clasped themselves around the rope that had previously been bound around her hands.
Before Carina could even question why Maya's lips had moved themselves off her skin she felt her hands suddenly forced against her body unable to move, a rope wrapped around her torso as Maya's hands moved around her body - the rope only getting tighter and tighter.
"What-"
"Oh you really thought this would happen?" Maya asked, gesturing between the two of them before letting out a laugh.
Carina began to struggle against the rope but Maya had secured it tightly, there was no way she was getting out anytime soon. "No use doing that - you'll just make it tighter," Maya smirked, repeated Carina's words back to her, receiving a glare in response.
Maya then stood in front of the brunette and readjusted her own shirt, doing up the buttons in such an antaganising-ly slow manner, knowing chestnut eyes were glued to her every movement.
"That was fun," Maya commented with a lick of her lips. "We should do it more often - maybe just leave out the whole hitting me over the head with a baseball bat. That wasn't very nice of you," she continued, walking over to Carina's 'torture table' to find a piece of cloth to wipe away the blood on her head, dapping at the wound gently, the pain still very prominent.
Once she was satisfied with her clean up job, knowing she may need a few stitches later, she tossed the bloodstained cloth onto the side. Her eyes then landed on one particular knife laying on the table.
It was around five inches long, bright and shiny, a hand-carved wooden handle at the base. As she looked closer she noticed there was a small encrypted engraving running down the side, tilting her head she read the words: Carina DeLuca. With a hum she picked it up appreciatively. "If you don't mind I'll think I'll keep this - consider it a souvenir from our lovely time together," Maya said, before sliding it into her jacket pocket.
"Fuck you," Carina spat out, still trying to get herself out of the ropes.
"God you really aren't being very nice today are you?" Maya grinned, getting closer to the brunette. "You scream or call for help and I will kill Andrew - he already hit me with a bat so I really wouldn't have much of a problem doing it. Understood?"
Carina just stayed silent as she glared at the blonde.
"I'll take that as a yes-"
Before Maya could finish she was interrupted by the noise of a loud whirring noise from above, the sound of blades chopping against the rush of the wind. A helicopter.
Maya smirked, "That's my ride." She leant in closer to the brunette. "As always it was a pleasure." She then held Carina's jaw between her fingers and kissed her, of course Carina didn't reciprocate but she didn't pull away either.
Maya then leant her forehead against the brunette's. "Better luck next time," She whispered devilishly.
She then pulled away and checked she had everything before walking towards the fire exit door. "Let's do it again sometime," she called out with a smug grin, before letting the door slam shut.
Two families. Two relentless and ruthless leaders. One bitter rivalry.
THE END