Mafia Queen

Anne

Teela's POV

We have been working on our local outreach programs for the last six months. Ruby has been one of the greatest assets to our team. The number of new gang members has plummeted and the test scores in school have gone up. There have been fewer teen pregnancies and fewer drop-outs. Ruby has extended some of our programs to the local prisons and there has been a significant rise in rehabilitation of the inmates. With more getting parol, while not reoffending to be put back in. Employment is up, as are wages.

I sat in the meeting hall with the rest of the court waiting for the remaining two men to grace us with their presence. When Newell and Kenji walk in and take their seats, I glare at them.

"Nine o'clock in the morning is not a negotiable part of being on this council. You have pushed back our schedule by thirty minutes. That means employees lose time and their pay is impacted. Are you going to compensate them?" I say sternly.

"We both know that we are just here as a formality," Newell spits, "The eight of you control the largest parts of the city. Why do you even have us come to these?"

"I am starting to wonder about that myself," I sneer. "But it goes against the laws of this council to do anything without word from all members."

"I have nothing to add to this, so I take my leave," Kenji replied, standing and walking to the door. Newell followed.

Once alone, the members of the court looked at each other.

"Well, that was a waste of our time," Sophia said.

"That would depend on your definition of what a waste of time is," I replied. "With the riff-raff gone, we can get down to business without needing to explain the importance of it."

Our eyes turn to the other women in the room. She rises and steps forward. "Hello, my name is Anne. I have a proposal to bring more allies to this council."

"Please speak freely," I say.

She places a folder in front of each of us. We had not seen this, so as she outlines her ideas we listen and follow along. She had this well-thought-out. When she finishes, I lace my fingers together. "Your proposal is exactly what this court needs. Can you put all of this into play by the end of this month?"

"Yes, I can implement this for you if you would like me to. But I am curious. Court?" Anne confirmed.

"Without those two idiots, we are known as the Royal court," I explain.

"Okay, so what they said was true. You don't care about what they think," Anne inquired.

"Would you want their opinion?" I asked.

"No, when I think about it," Anne confirmed.

"Thank you, and please keep us appraised of your progress," I reply.

Anne stands and leaves. Once she is gone, we look around at each other again.

"Time to add to the court it would seem," Jade says.

"Agreed," everyone replied.

"Now we just need to decide how we do it," I muse.

"Well, we haven't had fun in a while," Donna said, with that look on her face.

"No we haven't," I agreed.

"I will take the computer," Jewel said, "I'm not big on being a part of the other stuff."

We discussed amongst the rest about who would be involved. It came down to Jade, Donna and myself in the room. Jewel manning the computer and vitals with Sophia bringing Newell to the location. The rest would be seen around town in small groups, so we could easily have alibis, should people ask. Anne was sent a message with nothing more than an address.

We arrived and prepared the table with our favorite toys. Donna ran a hand over each instrument. "They're beautiful," she breathed.

"Would you like to be alone with the instruments of torture?" Jade asked.

"No, I'm good," Donna replied.

We heard footsteps and watched Anne walk in. "Hello again, why am I here?"

We didn't have time to explain as Sophia rode in on a four-wheeler, dragging Newell behind her.

"Now that is an entrance," Donna said approvingly.

She and Jade grabbed the chain and strung him up. He has a bad rash on his face from being dragged. Blood mated in his hair. I grabbed the bucket of water and threw it onto him. He jerks and coughs from the water. Shaking his head.

"Where the f**k and I?" he bellows.

"You are in the last place you will ever see," I reply.

I grabbed the whip off the table and walked over to him. Running the handle down his face, I smiled wickedly. I toss the whip over his shoulder and take the blade out of my bra. I carved a Q in his chest. His screams filled the warehouse. Donna stepped forward and carved a PD in his chest, followed by Jade carving a PJ. His ear-piercing screams filled the space. I wish I had known he was loud. I bet he was a screamer when it came to s*x.

Taking the whip, I walked around him, dragging the whip along his hip. I take a few steps back and, raising the whip, I flick my wrist and it flies forward. Slicing through his shirt and leaving a welt across his back. A scream echos on the walls of the warehouse. Donna takes her knife and stabs it into his shoulder. Twisting it as he screamed again. Jade stabs her knife into his other shoulder and twists it as well. Three of us throw our heads back and laugh.

"Jewel, vitals?" I ask.

"He's barely holding steady. You can do more, but if you want him to last longer, don't draw so much blood," she replied.

We all nodded in understanding. I gesture to the nut cruncher and both Jade and Donna smile. I always get to use it, so I leave it to them. I grabbed our new toy, a rounded-off metal pipe. Walking around to his back again, I used my blade to cut through his pants and boxers. They fall to the ground. I hold my hand up, indicating that they should wait. I don't use lube, I just shove the pipe up is ass, he screams out.

I started to pump the pipe in and out of him for a little bit. I watch his head fall back as if he is feeling pleasure. Sophia, who had been on the sideline, walks over and grabs his c**k and starts to stroke it. In a matter of minutes, he shoots c*m all over the floor.

"I could never figure out why you were never seen with women. With all the ones that were throwing themselves at you. So that is the big secret, you're gay," I whispered in his ear.

"Who wants to be with a woman when they are like you bitches?" he spat.

"Don't worry, you will die with that secret," I assured him.

I nod and Donna steps forward, placing a ball into the crusher she squeezes and a crunching sound fills the air. She hands the toy to Jade, who makes short work of his other ball. He screams with each new thing we do to him.

"Okay, majesty, his vitals are dropping fast," Jewel replies from her seat.

I look at Donna and Jade, "Let's finish this,"

Taking our knives, we cut off where we carved our marks. Tossing the skin into the waiting bag. I looked at Anne and indicated the gun on the table. She walks over and looks at it.

"Gloves," I reply.

She picks up a pair of gloves and then picks up the gun. Walking over to her brother, she places the gun on his head, execution style and pulls the trigger. His brain splashes onto the ground.