A Fateful Break-In [closed]

[Purifier]

The sun had long set, but there was still light burning in John De Luca's study. The man that was sitting there by the light of a single desk light in the otherwise dark mansion was in his late thirties. Even though he was wearing suit pants and a hand tailored silk shirt it was obvious thathe was a very muscular man in excellent physical shape. His facial features were sharp and commanding, like the face of a Roman general from Ancient times.

He wore veal gloves as he placed the item he had held in his hands slowly back into the velvet embedded box he had taken it from over an hour ago. Satisfied heclosed the lid of the ebon box and slowly took off his gloves. Thistime his men had not failed him. There was no doubt that he indeed had finally come into possession of the one thing that he had been searching for so many years. John De Luca wasn't a man who was easily satisfied, he had always been driven by an insatiable hunger for more. Power, money, women.

Yet, he had never been married. Those women he could have he didn't deem worthy. And what did he have to offer those that might be possibly worthy: wealth, influence? Yes of course. But nevertheless he had still been an upstart, a gangster with bloodstained hands who had butchered his way up into what he was now. What worth was all his wealth compared to the ancient, century old lines of true nobility? The bloodlines that had been powerful through all of history.

Nothing.

But that had changed now.The small leather-bound book inside this box, was the unmistakable proof of him being the last descendant that could be traced back to the Norman kings of Sicily in medieval time. For many modern people that wouldn't have meant a lot. But John De Luca was certain that this was the key to removing the stain from his heritage. After all the hard work, all the bloodshed, he finally had the proof for whathe always knew to be true. This little book was a priceless treasureto him. A treasure that had to be guarded well.

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth Cole was not from the best upbringing, her father was a professional thief and her mother ran an underground poker place for a small crime boss. She had been thought early how to stealth and steal without being noticed , she was really good at poker. Though she watched both of her parents go to prison during he teens, she survived do to her skills.
Her father end up end up dying in jail cause of his appendix and hew mom passed was shot accidentally during a raid by a newbie cop.

Elizabeth Cole lived in a tiny apartment on the edge of a rough neighborhood alone with her cat, Sally. One night a friend of hers named, Rob Green offered her a deal. It was simple break in a place a steal and item without being noticed. She be rewarded 10 000$.

She prepared and study the location for almost a month, learning all details and patterns of every day/evening and night of every employee. It seemed that the item was collected by a man named, John De Luca's. Late in the evening he had been called for an urgent meeting allowing her the perfect opportunity.

She had managed to quietly slip in the building avoiding every camera angle, making her way to his door. She quietly slid inside the door and used the darkness and shadow to her advantage. She slid quietly in the direction of the item..she carefully avoided setting off alarms as she slide the item in her bag. She then quietly exited the home and used the same careful tactic to exit the building.

She made her way to her motorcycle to regroup with Rob and hand over the item and collect her cash. Once her mission was completed, she returned home. She stripped out of her suit and started to run her bath, grinning to herself as she slid under the bubbles. It was the easiest mission she done and no mistakes...easy cash, she thought...

 

[Purifier]

Even though his mansion was securely guarded by a number of highly sophisticated devices, John De Luca didn't sleep easily that night. He had left the box with the book in his study, and while he should have been certain it wassafe there, he wasn't. Not at all.

The tiniest noise made him rise up from his bed. The sound, even though it was so faint wasn't right. The soft closing of a door, when all doors in the house should have already been closed. With a start he rose from his bed, reaching for his Beretta in the same motion. Once he reached the study, his worst fears proved to be true. The box was stolen. He silently cursed himself for not locking the item securely in his safe. This negligence of him had been utter foolishness, and in a game like his, foolishness meant death.

The thief though, without a doubt, was gone. The door he had heard closing had been opened hours ago, most likely while he had been in an urgent meeting with one of his underbosses, Vince “The Snake” Spadia.

Quickly he called for his bodyguards, scolding them for not being able to guard the house as it was their job. Then, together, they searched the house for traces. Vito, the one John De Luca called his bloodhound, was the first one to be able to find the footsteps. The intruder, a slender person, judging by the small size and low impact of the imprints, had come in from the garden. They had obviously tried to wipe clean their shoesbefore entering, but haste and darkness had kept that act from being complete.

There was a clear path to follow, leading from the garden to a location outside the house were they ended. A motorbike had been parked there, maybe an hour ago. But it now was gone. Fortunately, there were quite a few people on this block who still owed John De Luca a favor. Vito was send to the small, family owned bakery just opposite the mansion. Bakers were early raisers, and Ma Heinze had rather good eyes for her age.

Soon, Vito returned with a description of the rider and the motorbike. The old baker didn't get a good view of the rider, and couldn't say much about them, other than she believed them to be female. The bike on the other hand, she was able to describe well, for her late son had had the same model.

This was something John DeLuca was able to work with, phone calls were made, favors called in. Even the underworld of a big city only was home to a limited numbe rof skilled specialists. And this was the work of a highly qualified professional. Only a ghost, or an absolute pro, would be able to sneak into a heavily guarded mansion like this, and make it out alive and unnoticed. In the end, he had three names, and three addresses. He send his henchmen to two of them, while he himself, accompanied by only his driver, and his right-hand man, Vito, made it to the most likely one. His contacts had spoken in high regard of that one young woman, living alone with her cat in a small apartment, in a shabby neighborhood. Entering the building was easy, opening the lock a tad more complicated, but nothing that really stalled John De Luca for long.

 

[Kililia]

Elisabeth had no idea that she was being tracked down the moment the man arrived home. She simply took her long hot bath and went to bed. She was a light sleeper and the sound of ther door open woke her up instantly. She slide out of her bed and quickly in her clothes and shoes. She slide towards the door and quietly shut it to buy some time.
She made her way to her window opening it but heard a person near the door. She made it look as if she left but instead slid in the closet to hide...

 

[Purifier]

A door was shut, just as John and Vito entered the apartment. John was aware that the time spent on breaking the lock, a quite sophisticated one for such a simple place, had given the inhabitant of this apartment time to react, to flee, hide or prepare an attack. At least if she was at home. The closing door now was proof at least someone was there.

The driver, Joe, was still downstairs in the street, and had been told to have an eye on the windows, and not let anyone escape. John De Luca hoped his henchman would do his job well, if their target attempted to escape. He motioned for Vito to open the door. Standing on the side of the door, John peeked into the bedroom as Vito did as told.

The bed looked like it had been vacated hastily. The window open. Did the inhabitant slide out of it without being seen by his man in the street? Unlikely, but not impossible. Quickly, the two men scanned the room for possible hiding spots. It was a small room, and even a person as nimble and slender as their target didn't have many options to hide.

“The window is open, she must have escaped us,” the gang leader spoke, while motioning Vito to check under the bed. John De Luca himself abruptly tore open the closet door with is left, his Beretta in his other hand.

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth had quietly picked up her baseball bat as she held her breathe. She swung her bat at him, cursed as the gun went off. She swung again when he was off balance, she ran for the door.

She hissed as the other man ,pulled her back buy her pony tail:" let go, you asshole!" She lost her balance and fell on her back. She spun around and bit his hand....

 

[Purifier]

Even though the attack with the baseball bat came unexpected, John De Luca was able to block most of the damage, nevertheless losing his balance due to the un-aimed but powerful swings. The girl that had attacked him rushing for the door, he aimed his gun at her legs, but before he could fire, Vito was there, gripping her by her ponytail and sweeping her off her legs.

A split second later the powerful good let out a yell of pain as the woman had bit his hand. His boss was now up on his feet again, and went down on the prone female with both knees. “Don't move,” John De Luca hissed to the burglar as he knelt upon her. Vito was not letting go of the woman's hair, even though his hand was bleeding. His boss still had his gun in hand, and he was well inclined to shoot, should this girl cause them any more trouble.

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth released her bite and raised her hands in surrender. She looked up with her piercing blue eyes, at the leader:" Don't shoot, I can get your shit back...just let me go alive" She was quite pale, bite blood dripping on her chin, she look like a beautiful vampire.

 

[Purifier]

As soon as the girl surrendered, Vito picked up the baseball bat she had dropped, even before taking care of the nasty bite wound on his other hand. “Shall I break the bitch's knees, boss?” The powerful henchmen asked, eager to get his revenge on the woman that had wounded him.

His boss pondered for a moment, while he looked at the prone figure he was kneeling upon. His grey eyes studied her face, examine her features. She looked so delicate, so beautiful, pale as she was, and yet John De Luca was well aware how much fight she had inside her. His forearms still hurt from the powerful swings he had blocked.

He could have made an example of her, punishing her for the theft of something so precious to him. And most likely he would do so, especially if she'd ever caused him trouble again. “No, not yet.” He finally spoke, still not turning his eyes away from the girl's face. “She will need her legs to lead us to what she has stolen from me.”

The men then addressed the woman, telling her, “do you really think I'd be so stupid to let you go? After all the trouble you caused me? You will lead me there, and I might let you live.”

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth smiled innocently at him as she kept her innocent smile:" of course not, you want your precious item as I want my freedom" she glance T the window and back at him:" can't blame a woman for trying to survive in this world"

 

[Purifier]

Looking down at the young woman as she talked, John De Luca raised his eyebrow. “If you want to survive, you better not steal from me,” he said, before he finally rose from atop her.“You will soon find out it is much better for your health to work for me than against me.”

His arms still hurt from the blows he had blocked. But that was nothing compared to the pain he would cause to this young woman should she fail to help him get back what she had stolen from him.

“There is a car waiting outside, you will tell the driver where to go,” he spoke, reaching out his hand to help the girl back to her feet, while Vito still stood nearby, baseball bat in hand. It still appeared as if the henchmen would have rather used that bat to break the young burglar's limbs. But his boss seemed unusually lenient with this young woman. Or was her real punishment still to come?

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth reluctantly complied with the man. She knew that she need hand back the cash for the item which would be an issue. This was not going her way at all tonight

As she got in the car, she gave the direction and name of the man that had the item. She was going through many exit plan in her head as they headed to the location.

They arrived at an old building and a guard demanded their reason to be on the property. Strangely enough the boss let them pass through to talk.

The man look like weasel, skinny, hook nose. He smirk at Elizabeth:" you finally got caught, eh...ha!" * he smirked*" what can I do for you? If it's the item...it's off the market unless... You have something even more valuable in exchange.."

Elizabeth glare:" you sack of shit...just give back their shit at a reasonable price"

The weasel smirk:" if they gave me...you, I readily hand it over"

Elizabeth wanted to kill the weasel:" I ain't for sale ..."

 

[Purifier]

Even though John De Luca had been able to appear calm and reasonable most of the time tonight, inside him it felt like there was a volcano boiling, just ready to erupt in an angry wave of violence. He was still very mad about the stolen book, deeply hurt in his pride, and now more and more becoming impatient.

That weasel of a man who now was right in front of him was stretching the limits of his self-control. “The girl, unfortunately is not for sale. She's mine,” John De Luca spoke, still barely maintaining his masque of civility. It seemed he had already become possessive of the young woman, mainly because he plans to take his time punishing her, once he had retrieved his precious book. He leaned closer to the man, and added, “your teeth though, they look like they are in dire need of dental work. Fortunately my friend over there, he is an excellent amateur dentist...”

These words were Vito's clue, Baseball bat in hand he stepped closer, while John De Luca, with surprising strength and agility and the precision of a lifelong practitioner of Krav Maga, grappled the weasel to hold him in place.

Slowly swinging the bat in his hands, burly Vito stepped closer as John held the other man. “Not only his teeth are bad. Knees are bad too. You lucky, I am good ortho...peed...ish.” Vito struggled a but for the right word, but it seemed he was understood anyway...

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth wanted to punch the weasel in the face so bad as he dick around to get her as his property. She was shocked as John De Luca made it clear she as his woman. A shiver went down her spine as she heard him reply: "She's mine" That phrase unsettled her as it was NOT part of their deal, she had no intention to be his woman.

The weasel turn white as a sheet as he raised his arms in the air: " Hey man, I am just a business man that's all...." *He gulp sensing this man was serious:" Look...we still have it..." * he motion to the skinny guy behind him that quickly open a case and pulled out the item. He slowly displayed it between the men* The weasel looked at John De Luca and points behind him: " She is gone..."

During the moment of distraction as weasel was getting on John De Luca nerves, she used that opportunity to slide out of the room. Once she was out of the door, she quickly rushed in the alley. She ran as fast as she could through the alley ways to escape the men, no way in hell was she gonna return the cash or try to steal the item again. She turned right and left a few alley till she finally saw the open alley up roam where she hid herself a ride...*

 

[Purifier]

The item finally secured, stored safely in the pocket of his jacket, John De Luca let out a content little, “good”, more to himself than to anyone else. For a moment, he seemed to relax, but that quickly changed when he realized that the woman was gone.

“She's not worth chasing,” Vito remarked with a shrug. But his boss quickly rebuked him, “that's not for you to decide,” he acidly replied, then quickly made his way back to the car. The driver had seen her rush by, and soon they were on their way, John De Luca riding in the car, Vito on foot, to search where the car wasn't able to go.

The hulking man was rather grumpy now, muttering vulgar curses, as he hurried through the dirty alleyways between desolate industrial buildings. He was close to giving up the chase, as he heard an engine start in the far distance, too far for him to reach but still within view. Quickly, he reached for his phone, giving his boss the locations.

John De Luca hurried his driver, spurning him on as they sped through narrow driveways. At this point he wasn't exactly sure why he wanted to catch that woman so much, maybe it was just the primal instinct of a hunter, unwilling to let go of his prey.

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth had manage to be on her motorcycle and spun around and headed south ...but then the driver blocked her way: " Son of a bitch!" *She turn the bike around to escape back up north, thank god she had multiple way out. She step on it as she glance back at John De Luca's driver....

She gasped as Vito pounced on her , throwing her off balance, she fell off her bike. She cursed in pain and rage as Vito was walking up on her: " What the fuck, you guys want?!!? " *Before she manage to get free, Vito grabbed her by the arm and lifted her up. As the John De Luca car arrived, Vito dragged her to the door:" The boss wants YOU and will have you"

The driver casually open the door as Vito shoved her inside, and the door closed before they both head to the front... Vito was cursing as they drove off as the driver motion to a small first aid pack.

Elizabeth hissed as she was shoved into the limo and looked back at John De Luca: " WTF?! you got , your shit, let me out! This is kidnapping!" *She wanted nothing to do with this madman*

 

[Purifier]

There was a smug smile of satisfaction on the mob leader's face as the young woman was shoved into his car. “Well, yes. I guess it is,” he replied, “what will you do? Complain to he police?” He paused only for a moment, then added, “You stole from me. That's not a good thing. You helped me get it back. That's why you are still alive.”

He now reached out his gloved hand, running his fingers through her hair, “But I cannot let you get away without punishment. Maybe I cannot let you go at all. You are still young, young enough to learn a lesson. And I will be a patient teacher. Strict, but patient.” Tightening his grip on her hair, the gangster looked into Elizabeth's eyes, his cold grey eyes unrelenting.

“You are talented. A diamond in the rough. I will make you shine.” Like a jewel in his crown.

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth glared at the man, hating the fact he reminded that she was a thief. She gulp as he had considered killing her, she knew by the tone of his voice that he was serious

A shiver ran down her spine as he ran his fingers through her long raven hair. The color drained from.her face as he mentioned never letting her go. She blinked as he mentioned :"And I will be a patient teacher. Strict, but patient.”

She gasped as he gripped her hair, fear filled her heart as he replied: You are talented. A diamond in the rough. I will make you shine.” Like a jewel in his crown."

She tried to remove his grip on her hair:" let me go! I don't want to be you fucking student, I don't wanna be your. Anything! Let me go! I refuse to be your student or whatever"

 

[Purifier]

The young woman's fruitless struggle only made the man tighten his iron grip on her hair, “you will learn. You will learn to do what I want you to do. To want what I want you to want.” John De lUca remarked with grim determination as his car slowly rolled into the driveway of his mansion. “Refusal to accept the inevitable will only lead to increased discomfort,” he added, as he finally let go of her hair once the garage door had closed behind his Maserati Quattroporte.

“Let me show you your new home,” he spoke as the driver turned off the car's V8 engine.

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth gripped his hand as he held her tight. She paled at his statement as it became obvious that he will not release her now. Hissed painfully at his firm hold on her, before he finally released her hair.

She back away from him as she looked in disbelief:" what are you talking about! You got what you desired, so you got no business with me...let me go...that was the deal!"

 

[Purifier]

“Your memory is quite bad for someone of your age,” the gangster remarked as he opened the door of his car, and stepped outside, “It seems you weren't paying attention,” he sighed, sunded a bit like a frustrated father.

“The deal was that you help me regain my property, and I let you live. It has been fulfilled by both sides. I have my book, you are still alive. Letting you go was not part of our deal.” He opened the door for her as he spoke.

“Let me show you your new room.”

John De Luca's mansion was like a fortress, equipped with the most state-of-the-art security systems – as well as the most reliable old-fashioned ones. But she had gotten in and out of it already, so this time he wasn't taking chances. Reaching his hand out for the younger woman's arm, he pointed at the downward staircase, situated in on the corridor leading into the house from the garage.

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth could not believe this man, he must be insane. She told herself that she simply need to escape:" I don't know, what you thinking right now..... My room?!?....But I don't plan to stay here...why in hells name would I...?"

She step out and curse under her breathe as they were at his place. She winced as he gripped her arm. She dug her heels into the floor:" Look buddy, I don't know why, you think I be staying here....but I am not... Look, I can help you " acquire " stuff any time...I just can't stay in this place with ya...I like my freedom.."

She smirked at him:" look buddy...we both know I can get in and out you fancy mansion.... You can't hold me here....I will get free...so let me go....I will be at your service in future to collect shit, deal?" * she had no idea of his permanent plans for her future *

 

[Purifier]

“It's not a choice.” John De Luca growled as he pulled the young woman with him as if she was a stubborn kid. The man was of remarkable strength and the more Elizabeth resisted, the more he tightened his viselike grip on her slender arm. He opened the basement door by placing his thumb on a little touchpad, then forced he girl onward.

The stairway he dragged her down with him lead to a little private bar room with mahogany furniture and a choice of the most exquisite wines and spirits. “Have a seat,” he told the young woman, pointing at one of the bar stools, “and don't think about running, the basement door has locked behind me.” The fact that she had been able to get in and out of his mansion without his consent had hurt his pride. He was determined to make sure it wouldn't happen again.

 

[Kililia]

Elizabeth hissed as he held her with viselike grip. She reluctantly followed into the basement she feared what was waiting for her down there .

She was sick of all this mystery" sooner or later,I will find my way out...I already did once. Best safe yourself the embarrassment...."

She pushed back her hair and looked at him definately: " why did you bring here...there is no purpose to have me here......you will just end in prison for kidnapping...just let me go and I won't press charges."

 

[Purifier]

“You aren't the kind of person to go to the police,” John De Luca spoke, an amused tone in his voice. “This is something we both have in common.” He placed his hand on her shoulder as he spoke, “you are also quite stubborn. Just like me. You see, we have a lot in common. I can't just let you get away again.”

He paused for a moment, then added, “when you want something you gotta take it. Only fools let it slip away.” His eyes didn't leave her, studying the young woman as if she was a rare specimen on display, before he asked her, “want a drink?”