* fall like a guillotine [open]

A thin veil of shisha smoke danced around her as she let out long exhales of the flavored tobacco. Peppermint and raspberry flavor danced across her tongue. She sat behind a desk in a comfortable leather chair with her legs propped up on the wooden surface of the desk. Her gang's 'headquarters' was a lovely, unassuming house a few blocks from the park. It looked innocent enough on the outside. But inside, it was the center of nefarious business conducted by none other than Aisha Al-Qadhafi, the brutal mob queen from Benghazi, Libya. She ruled her cutthroat mob with a titanium fist. She was well aware of the other gangs and mafias that called this city home, but she frankly couldn't care less about them. They posed no threat to her at the moment. They'd just do well to stay out of her goddamn way. She had very little time for wannabe femme fatales in high heels and the pansy-ass gangsters that they sent to do all their dirty work. Because, after all, wasn't that what every single criminal organization around here was comprised of?

A knock at the door announced the presence of a man she'd sent to do a quick job. The man entered with a rather disappointed look on his face. She leaned forward in her chair, resting on her elbows. "How did it go? I assume they gave you the location of the gun cache, hm?" The words rolled smoothly from her tongue, but they were spoken like a warning, not like questions - a subtle warning that if the answer was other than "it went astonishingly well, madame and we have enough guns for an army", the fury of hell would be unleashed upon the one who dared utter something else. And the tall, broadly built Israeli man who stood before her knew that all too well for he had been at the receiving end of her wrath more than once. Despite his 6'6 stature, the petite, 5'4 Libyan woman had this poor man and many like him in the palm of her hand, ready to crush them at the smallest provocation. An expectant grin sat on her lips and malice made itself a kingdom of macabre delight in her eyes.

'We gave them the money, ma'am...' Aisha's grin widened and she laid the hookah pipe down on the table, growing increasingly curious. 'But when we went to the location of the gun cache, there was nothing there.' Her smile disappeared and a bolt of lightning struck next to the man's feet as her anger consumed her. A charred, smoking portion of bare wood was all that was left on the floor where carpet once was. She arose from her chair and slammed her fist against her desk. "How dare he! How fucking dare he try to cheat me!" she shouted, sending electric currents roaring through every metal object in the room. "Colombian necktie that motherfucker," she stated coldly, handing the man a knife. 'Uh...what's a Colombian necktie?' the man inquired, slowly reaching out a calloused hand to take the knife. Aisha took the knife back and tucked it in the pocket of her jacket, sneering at the man. "If I have to explain to you what that is, I'll just do it myself. Stay here and knit some scarves or something." She clicked her tongue, grabbing the attention of the two massive Rottweilers napping on the couch nearby. With the two dogs following alongside her, she was quickly out the door and it was a short walk from her gang's little hideout to the park.

It was late afternoon, and the delightful atmosphere was in stark contrast to the dark, dreary, dangerous world that she reigned over. A walk in the park might be good for relieving the stress of being cheated out of a few thousand dollars. And besides, her two mongrels needed a little exercise, anyway. They never strayed more than a few feet away from their mistress, even without leashes. She walked at a leisurely pace on the edge of the path, staying out of the way of the joggers that strode by. Ares and Ajax seemed tempted to clamp their jaws around the legs of some of these people, but wouldn't unless they were commanded to. Though, it would be an amusing spectacle, to see her dogs tear one of these people apart in broad daylight. They only got to do things like that under the cover of nightfall. But while her mind wandered, she noticed that one of her dogs had run off towards someone. "Dammit, Ares! Ares! Get back here now!" She shouted to the beast. The other dog had enough sense to stay close to Aisha as she briskly walked after the dog. She didn't really care enough to run, honestly. It wasn't like he'd attack without being given the command, anyway.

815 Words ● outfit ● this is so all over the place, sorry. still getting the hang of her.

deltra of gangnam style