A Price Paid {{Closed to Cgraven and Asa}}

[Asa]

*Reading over the instructions her father had for her she pulled her hair up and sighed at what her father had "requested" she wore to go to this meeting for him. SHe hated his business partners and Did NOT like having to step in as a replacement at meetings with these slimey older men that always leered at her and she certainly didn't like that her Father had told her to wear what appeared to her to be a fairly revealing dress instead of her usual Business suit set that kept her well covered and could hide her knife better in*Growling she walked to the Limo she at least if she had to dress like this would arrive at the meeting on her dads gas dollar. Handing the Driver the Address she was puzzled at his expression as he read the address then looked to her but nodded closed the door when she was in and moved around to the Drivers side to travel nearly across town to the Complex he was told to go to*

 

[cgraven]

There is an old saying in business Be careful who you climbing over on the way up……..You may meet them on the way down. Mr. Morozzo should have paid heed to that old wise saying thirty years ago when he was a rising star in the organization, before he had set his sights on the top spot before he wronged a man with a very long memory. The organizations business in those days was strictly organized crime A la Capone Morozzo was one of the young Turks pushing to diversify into legitimate business to account for the vast sums of money being made, to break the IRS’s ace in the hole, undeclared income / tax evasion.

Lorenz Duca was a player in those days a Though Guy he was one of Morozzo’s targets his only real competition. Banished to the west, Vegas, Duca bided his time, bided his time for thirty years, he had made personal loans to Morozzo, loans Morozzo was forced to pay back with organization money, Now was the day of reckoning, the day A Price had to be Paid, Morozzo’s life for his young daughter’s innocence. Lorenz Duca had followed Zayna Morozzo’s career, brilliant and her father’s pride and joy. He made the call sweet and short, no dickering, no choice except yes or no and in the end Morozzo said yes.

Lorenz Duca studied the photo of the raven haired beauty, her hair drawn back in a tight French braid, a crisp Business Suit that did little to hide her perfectly balanced figure. He laughed at the irony of her having to come dressed fairly revealing dress, plunging neck line, and a helm line that would put a micro mini to shame.

Sir the limo has arrived with Miss Morozzo.

“Show her to the lounge and the stage. Make sure the other’s are there in the front row.”

Yes Sir


1760 river front Drive was a very classy Gentlemen’s club at one time. Closed during a reform candidate’s term as mayor, and a losing propriety for the organization for some years. That was about to change and Zayna Morozzo was to be the center piece of that change. Lorenz Duca did everything to look his sixty years a real Tough Gut Look just to disgust the proud young beauty. In reality when he took the time he looked more like late 40’s and a fine figure of a man.

“Miss Morozzo join me on the stage.”

 

[Asa]

*Her anger was clear in her eyes she was nearly better in the business then her father and in her own way twice as ruthless but then again she had her own little ace... Her Innocence. It served her well... A sweet smile there when it appears she messed up to get a dirty job done by someone that could afford to take the fall for them. This however was NOT acceptable*

Duca spill it... What in the WORLD would you need to have a meeting with us for Hmmm? and this outfit your request you will be wearing your tounge for a tie in your casket got it.

*Arms crossed she watched the people gathered around the room carefully*

 

[cgraven]

Zayna Morozzo was as hot blooded as she was beautiful, not a young lady to be underestimated..

Duca spill it... What in the WORLD would you need to have a meeting with us for Hmmm? and this outfit your request you will be wearing your tongue for a tie in your casket got it.

Zayna stood there aloof, arms crossed, which in her present attire only accentuated her firm young breasts, Her eyes so pale and soft she watched the people gathered around the room, she watched carefully missing nothing. Lorenz Duca just sat there in silence as if Zayna Morozzo was of no consequence, He waited as the council of the Organization had taken their seats. He simply handed the arrogant beauty a folder his hazel eyes cold unfeeling. Read this.

Mr. Duca

I agree to the terms you have set forth, I shall step down from my present position, retire from active participation in all affairs of the organization, for your assumptions of my debts to that organization, If I may be allowed to live. Further I give to you my daughter Zayna as your personal property to do with as you see fit. If she fails to obey you in any way then my life is forfeit as is that of my wife and son.



the letter was written in her father’s own hand and there was no doubt that it was in fact authentic.



A smile creased Lorenz Duca face as he saw the rage build in Zayna’s eyes.

“Gentlemen you are aware of my agreement with the Morozzo family”

He turned his attention back to the young beauty.

“On the stage girl now!”

Music filled the room the cheap strip club music of a by gone era. His smile broadened.

“Miss Morozzo will be are headliner here at our new “Nude Strip Club”


Lorenz Duca paused and he nodded to Zayna.

“Lets see what you’ve got baby.”

 

[Asa]

*Reading the agreement yeah she got mad but then looking tohim with a cold as stone expression* Let them Die... I have built up a really good name formyself without them and behind his back and yours OLD MAN and if you thinkI am dancing for you or anyone else *laughs* YOU are more senile then you look

 

[cgraven]

“ That’s Night quite true Zayna. What you have or think you have has been taken by the Organization”

let the raven haired beauty rant then his hand caught the side of her face, his palm print blazing crimson on her pale flawless cheek. Those who the scheming young beauty had used, or trusted now paraded in one by one they knelt, Kissed Duca’s hand in the ancient ritual of submission to his authority. All her carefully laid plans where coming unraveled, yes Zayna was clever but she was after all only 19 and in way over her head.

“You have a choice girl a stripper here or a whore at one of our ranches down in Mexico. The boys down there will pay handsomely for a piece of ass like you. Now chose and be quick about it.”

There was no give or take in his voice and it was obvious that Lorenz Duca would not put up with much more of the young beauty’s arrogance.