My heels clanked against the hard cement and my victim low key shuddered with every beat. Did I enjoy this? No. Not at all, but not because I have a heart. I was solely dreading being here because I had better things to do. I am a retired crime lords daughter with a superiority complex and a strange lust for violence, sue me. I did care for people sure, but the number was very small. It always had been and my version of caring was complicated.

"I won't tell you a thing bitch." The large thug explained as I waved my dagger in the air. My gorgeous white suit had already been splattered with this douche bags blood, if he messed up my Gucci heels or my leather gloves, he was going to lose another finger. This guy was at least six foot five and was sporting a glass eye. His ink and complexion gave away his Mexican gang affiliations. The Mexican gang that frequented New York was not one to fucked with, but this guy stole over fifty thousand dollars from me. Well technically, my henchmen but it was my transaction. I was the biggest arms dealer in New York and I had a reputation to uphold. I had only had the title for about a year, since my father Vincent Gallo retired. I smiled at Mr. Thug's abrasiveness. I always loved a challenge, but not today. I wanted to get this done. I walked towards him and circled his chair.

"Are you sure? I feel like it would be so beneficial for you if you just told me where my money is." I said as I stood behind him. I could see his hands subtly shaking while being intertwined in the rope.

"Are you fucking deaf? I said I don't have it." He growled with his head turned away from me. "You think cause you're some hot broad that I will bend over for ya? Stupid puta. You better hope I don't get out of these ropes. I'll tear you in half with my dick." He said as he smirked. My anger took over. I bent down and whispered in his ear.

"Hmm...that might be difficult." I said as I shoved my dagger into his genitals. His jeans started to immediately soak with blood. He screamed and writhed in his chair. "Can't fuck without one of those." I said as I watched him bleed out. Once he was dead, I kicked his chair over and spit on his body. "Asshole." I said as I fixed my long soft black hair and straightened my tie. I nodded at Jerome and he nodded back. Jerome was taller than this fuck, dreads and always dressed in a black suit with a red tie. He always wore his sunglasses. Never knew why, but I didn't give a shit. Jerome could snap someones neck with one twitch of his hand.

"I want it done. Send a gift, let them know we're serious." I said as I left the room. As I walked out, I could hear the hacking that came with getting rid of a body. I never had anything to do with that part obviously. I headed outside of the abandoned warehouse and one of my henchmen opened the door of the Escalate and I stepped inside. I told Tony the driver to take me to my loft. I needed a shower to get this douche bag blood off of me.

When we reached my apartment building, I headed up to my penthouse. The penthouse was huge, probably too big for just myself. But I didn't care. I earned it. I was young, rich and scary. I was 5'6, curvy yet petite and my Italian heritage rang through my looks. Everyone said I looked just like my mother.

I peeled my white suit off and stepped into my rock waterfall shower. The steam ricocheted off of my sun kissed skin and the heat of the water made my nerves tingle. I washed the day off of me and sighed. It did make me feel like a bad person to not have feelings like I should have. I just killed a man less than an hour ago and I didn't even care. But this is what I grew up with. I killed my first thug at the age of ten. I was taught how to shoot a gun before I was eight. My father turned me to stone. Now that fucker was living it up in Palm Springs and I was taking over the wretched family business.

When I got out of of the shower, I wrapped my long black robe around me and checked the front elevator of my penthouse to see my guards standing there like statues. I went into my office and started surfing the net. I heard Jerome come in the front and he came back into the office, out of breath and shot in the shoulder.

"We have a problem. There was a third party at his clubhouse. Another team. Shots were fired. We barely got out." He said as I texted my medical doctor on payroll.

"Sit." I said. Jerome nodded and sat down. I went into my bedroom and changed into dress slacks and a black button up blouse. Our staff doctor Sid showed up with his medical bag quickly and started tending to Jerome. The other henchmen I had that were injured were being taken care of elsewhere. Yes, Jerome got top of the line care in events like this one.

Devon, Jerome's right hand, came in and spoke. "We know who it was. This guy owed money to another boss in Gotham City. We set up a meeting with their people, they agreed to come here. No blood shed. He just wants to talk." He said. I nodded.

"Fine. Tomorrow at fifteen hundred hours." I said. I had to admit, I was curious to meet the man who turned my simple Friday errand into a royal cluster fuck.