Mrs. Lucifer (Completed)

Two days ago... In the sleazy part of L.A a meeting was held in an underground club.  But this wasn't an ordinary business meeting. Ten of the most disgusting mob bosses were gathered in one room, working out their business. Tracking women, young girls, drugs, weapons, you name it.  The one leading said meeting was none other than, Giovanni Vincenzo. He was the worst of the lot.  He had his hands in everything, but what he loved the most was taking young women. Between the ages of 15-25, he would take them from their families, hook them on drugs, and then pimp them out.  Sell them.  He'd do whatever the f**k he wanted to those girls and no one said or did anything to stop him. Not even the feds.  As long as they got their cut, they were good.  Giovanni looked up at the serious, dangerous, men in front of him and in his deep italian baritone demanded answers, "What the f**k did you idiots do! We lost another shipment of products and clients are losing faith. What the hell is happening here!"  One of the boss', Antonio spoke first, "Papa Gio I've looked into this myself. I bribed, threatened and killed a man's wife in front of him to get them to talk. Nothing. No one saw s**t, no one knows shit."  Giovanni slammed his fist on the table, "That's horse s**t! We had the same issue last week and now yet again we have no new whores, no drugs, no weapons! We're being made fools of! By who is what I want to know you ignorant f**k! Not lame ass excuses!"  Nicolai swooped in to help Antonio, "Papa Gio there was nothing left at the scene of the cargo ship. What they didn't blow up, they've made it disappear." Jiovanni sighed as he lit a cigarette, "And like last time, no surveillance, no evidence.  And anyone who could tell us anything is dead."  Giovanni growled, "This reeks of someone trying to ruin our businesses men. Someone who wants to take us down."  Michelangelo looked at the other boss curious, "You think it was another familia? Someone trying to kill competition?" Giovanni stood and looked over the empty nightclub. From the V.I.P lounge he could see his entire club, the beautiful place that was usually littered with people.  But tonight they had to close it to the public while they tried to get their business back on track.  "Someone is trying to get to us. We need to strike back harder, more efficient."  The men all made noises in agreement, as the older man turned and fixed them with his harsh grey eyes. "Someone needs to find out who did this. And I want a name before more money is lost."  Hearing heels on the floor approaching, the men lifted their heads as a woman walked to them. They checked her out from top to bottom eagerly, as she held out a tray of drinks.  The woman was gorgeous with her big blue eyes, pouty lips painted red, and long legs that stretched on for miles. Paired with a sinful body shaped like a coke bottle in a tight red dress she was something to behold.  Her long blonde hair drifted behind her as she walked around the table. Sitting the ordered drinks down in front of the rightful owner, she accepted the compliments and ass smacks given. When she approached Giovanni she smiled at him before in a husky voice asking, "Is there anything else I may get you Mr. Giovanni?" Giovanni smirked at the sexy piece of ass, "Maybe later darling."  Winking at the older gentlemen, the woman turned swishing her nice ass as she sashayed away. Giovanni and the men watched her go mesmerized and Giovanni chuckled darkly. "Might call the little b***h back later and pass her around boys. We could use a high after the million dollar shipment we just lost."  The men laughed and agreed with the idea as they all began to loosen up. Drinking and tossing out ideas on who could possibly have had the balls to cross them.  Thirty minutes into their s**t talking, Giovanni started to feel lightheaded. Holding his head he looked at the other men who all seemed fine. Trying to shake it off, Giovanni smiled widely when the same blonde from earlier came back.  Smiling he waved her over and she didn't protest. Gripping her arm in a tight, demanding grip he growled, "You want a good time darling we can all show you a f*****g good time." All the men leered threatening at the woman as she looked up at Giovanni.  "Really? Well I think that sounds like a grand time. Shall we start with you Mr. Giovanni?" Giovanni didn't respond as his vision started to blur and looked at the other men trying to stand. Giovanni looked to the blonde as she smiled at him sweetly as he conked out.  Falling to the floor with a loud thud, all the men dropped like flies at the woman's feet making her giggle devilishly, "Oh yes, I will start with you."  Hours later when Giovanni came too, he was angry to find himself strapped to a chair. He couldn't tell where he was besides in a basement. The light so dim in the room it was hard for him to make out anything.  It took a minute but when his eyes adjusted, he was staring into the dead eyes of Nicolai. His throat was slit, his crotch bloody from mutilation. Seeing the rest of the men in the same, if not worse predicament he started to immediately try to get free.  Hissing when the rope he was tied to burned him every time he moved, he felt them getting tighter with every move. " It's about time you woke up. God I thought you'd take forever." Giovanni continued to struggle until the voice told him, "You won't get free." Giovanni stopped dead hearing the husky, sexy voice behind him. Not able to turn his head to see who it was, Giovanni anticipated the approach of his enemy as they stalked to him slowly.  Seeing the blonde from his club walk around to face him, Giovanni hissed, "You dumb w***e! Do you know who I am? I will have your head for this! I'm going to f**k that mouth of yours and then I'll put a bullet in it, you disrespectful cunt!" The woman tittered amused, "Men. Prideful to the end."  Lighting a cigarette as she sat on a steel table across from him, Giovanni watched her cross her legs. "And to answer your question, I know exactly who you are Giovanni Vincenzo. You're just another man in power, hurting women for your own pleasure. Kidnapping them, raping them, killing them when you're done, that's who you are Giovanni Vincenzo."  Giovanni revoltingly laughed remembering them all, "Do you think this," He nodded to the dead mafia bosses, "Will bring those whores back? You dense cunt they'll still be dead! Those that aren't will always remember me!"  The woman grinned, "No they won't. They'll continue living, they'll get the help they need. But you? You die here in this filthy place, getting the karma you deserve." Getting off the table, before Giovanni could say another word, stuck the machete right through his d**k. Giovanni screamed in pain feeling the pain radiating through every cell of his body.  Almost blacking out, Giovanni looked at the w***e angrily when she grabbed his face, "I want you to suffer down here. Unfortunately you took the longest to wake up, so I guess playtime's over."  Giovanni gasped out in pain, "All this, for a few girls I pimped out?" The woman grinned stroking his leg enticingly. Giovanni screamed when his d**k, even though with a machete splitting it down the middle, tried to jump to attention. "I'll let you in on a secret." Giovanni's eyes widened as the woman leaned into his ear and hissed, "This is for Angelo and Mary Guerrero."  Giovanni started to protest, but the woman pulled out a switchblade and began stabbing him repeatedly. Giovanni died, suffocating in his own blood as she pulled the machete out of his d**k. His blood began to get heavier as he found it hard to breath.  The woman watched as Giovanni took his last breath and smiled widely, "Thank you so much Giovanni for the good time. It was memorable." Giovanni's head went back as his eyes clouded with death.