Fight Over Power (closed)

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Name: Bella Russo
Age: 28

The flick of a lighter was the only sound heard in the room...and then the inhale of breath as the end of a cigarette lit up, smoke inhaled, then soon after, exhaled... The woman, who stood around 5'3" but with 3 inch heels on, she was still considered small yet she commanded so much more when she walked into a room. Her brunette hair was always styled just right, as was her make up. Yes, she took pride in her appearance...one had to if one wanted respect.

It all started 28 years ago, when Bella was born... her father was just a common worker. He worked at a fish factory and for that reason, Bella hated fish to this day.

So how did someone who grew up in an ordinary family from an ordinary place become one of New York's most highest rising Mob Boss, or in this case, Mistress?

It was because of her education and no nonsense way of getting things done. That and she was young. She had fresh ideas...she was one of the top 5 bosses in NYC.... Yet, Bella wasn't satisfied with being in the top 5. She wanted to be number one.

She had no qualms about ordering a hit on a rival family or anyone trying to nudge in on her business dealings. She trusted those that worked around her and right beside her. Being the top member of a crime family was a feat within itself but then again, it was also a very lonely life.

Now, she stood in front of the floor length window that over looked the city, Bella did wish for one thing. And that was love. Oh hell, she just wanted a good fuck. It was hard because a lot of men were intimidated by her power. And was something she was not going to resign herself to. She need a good fuck. She needed a man to take power over her and make her beg him for his cock...

Sighing, she leaned her head against the glass of the window and carefully smoldered her cigarette against it, burning it out. She'd have to dwell on this more later. Tonight was reserved for a very special guest.

The son of a rival had requested to see her. Probably wanting her to ease up on his poor dying father's 'plans'. HA! As if. She knew no mercy when it came to money.

 

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“You sure about this boss?”

Damian scowled running a hand through his short black hair as he tapped his foot impatiently. He knew Daren was just worried and nervous but he hated having to repeat himself. He turned to the man noting with happiness that he easily towered over the smaller man at 6,1 it also helped that while the man was ugly with a face that looked punched in and squat features while Damian was a handsome Latino man with bright intensive green eyes sharp features and golden brown skin. Damian supposed he shouldn’t have such an air of superiority but… well he was fucking royalty in this town. The son of the Latino Royal a mafia gang that pretty much hauled in all the drugs he had been taught by his father Damian Senior that they were kings of the city beneath every one lese. Of course he was quick to remind his son that they came from humble beginnings in little Havana but to Damian Jr that was the past.

And certainly not his future

“I don’t like repeating my self” Damian said trying to be patient “So yes I am sure about this I refuse to bow down to this woman we still control the drug trade she doesn’t have near the contacts we have and I refuse to let her try and start a war with us despite what my father thinks”

His father was absolutely furious about the little “spitfire bitch” (his words not Damian’s) who was currently running through the Mafia and grabbing power. His father was old old school and this woman was an affront to all of his core values. He was willing to go to war for those values.

The problem was that a war was not cost effective which Damian tried to tell him again and again. Sure they might win but it would cost man power and resources and be a waste of time and money. Damian was all for a good turf war but only when it made sense this however did not.

Which was why he was currently where he was

“Your father won’t like this” Derek spoke again his eyebrows furled

“Do you want to go to war?” Damian asked his voice bubbling with frustration “Because I promise you it will come out of your pay and every one else’s”

“I am just saying tread carefully” Derek said putting his large hands up in peace “your father cant know what your planning”

“Why not” Damian said as the door of the elevator opened he walked out passing to check his expensive Armani suit the black and red on that showed off his broad shoulders large arms. He turned back and straightened his tie shooting the man a smile.

“It’s just good business”

He walked in taking note of the woman and trying not to stare it was common knowledge that the new boss was hot…. Well more like fuckable. She was the kind of woman you just wanted to drag to bed tear her clothes off and do the sort of things that most people would blush about. Damian was no stranger to beautiful woman but Bella Russo was in an entirely different class of woman.

Dangerous as she was sexy

“Ms. Russo” Damian said stepping forward steeling himself for the woman that he was about to tangle “My name is Damian Alfonzo Riviera the son of Damian Senior I’ve come to talk to you not on my fathers behalf but on a mutual desire for money power and for my crew”

 

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Bella was at the bar, mixing herself a drink as the man entered. She spoke as she was stirring up her drink, "Hello Damien, would you like a drink?" she asked so calmly. Bella had taken a chance in meeting him. He was the one that had called this meeting...so in good faith, she had no weapon...no guards, just the two of them, meeting face to face.

As he told her what he wanted to drink, Bella mixed it, not saying a thing, no small talk...nothing.

Stepping out from behind the bar, she carried their drinks and as she walked pass him, handed him his drink. She didn't have to say anything about following her as she walked over to the living room, where she took a seat in a plush velour white couch. She waved her hand to the other one, "Please, have a seat, so we can get down to business."

She looked at the man before her and thought about all she had heard about him. Damien Riviera. He was sure to take over for his father when the time came, and rumor was that time was near. She had a feeling he wasn't here on his father's behalf but moreso his own. A smart move but yet, after the meeting, they'd see just how smart it would be.

"So, Mr. Riviera, what is your purpose of this meeting?" She asked before taking a sip of her drink.

 

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“Why indeed” He said sipping his own drink admiring her from and the way she carried her self. She was clearly a woman who refused to be intimidated. She carried her self with such power that Damien couldn’t help but feel some respect for her. She would be a tough to negotiate with but hopefully would be an even more ruthless business partner.

Now all he had to do was stop staring at her legs and fantastic body

He had just never been so sexually attracted to some one. She was just so damn good looking! He could feel his cock practically jumping like mad the minute he saw her. If he could he would drop all pretense of the meeting and fuck her against the glass wall while they both looked down at the city.

“You know why I am here” Damien said cutting down to business (before he continued his pervertd thoughts) “Your looking to top every one be the main woman so to speak my father has taken offense to this plans on gearing up for a massive turf war and all that stuff well o me that’s cost effective and just bad business the amount of time and resources spent alone would set every one back I also know that you have nowhere near the connections to the Cuban drug trade as we do we run all the drugs in and out of the city and have spent years crafting this business into a billion dollar one you would stand to lose 75 percent of that on your own”

“So I have a third option integration your gang and my gang my father’s empire goes to me when he dies and we work together we split the take fifty fifty and rule the city mostly together territory wise as a signing bonuses I will have my father taken care of” He said sipping his drink and leaning back.

“I don’t want a war” Damien said “You seem like a smart woman a good business partner both of our gain stands to sky rocket with us working together instead of gunning each other down in the street you’ve offered no mercy to the other gangs and I’m not asking you for mercy instead for you to make the most logical choice the one where we both stand to gain billions”

 

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Bella listened intently to what Damian had to say and thought about it. He was a smart man. Maybe smarter than his father when it came down to business. But what he didn't know was that she had the same sort of offer from the Russian mob just a few days earlier. But thing with that was the Russian mob could offer a lot more but they were foreigners. Damian and his family were local and more familiar with the terrority.

At least he would play more fair and perhaps, in time, she could trust him.

Yet the Russian mob offered so much more, even if they were more ruthless and only cared about power but not logic.

With a deep breath, Bella nodded, finished her drink and set the glass down on the nearest table. She didn't speak just yet, instead she just walked toward the center of the room and nodded, "You are right about a war. I estimate it would be a lot more to fight. We are adults here and your offer is very tempting." She looked at him, regarded him and smiled, "Tell you what Mr. Riviera, give me a couple of days to think about it."

There was no way she was going to just say yes or agree as it might make her sound desperate. But this decision wasn't all her own. She had to weigh the options.

 

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“That sounds like a good idea” He said nodding and breathing out a sigh or relief. Sure it wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no either which meant he might just have a chance of swinging this in his favor or at least the families favor. Of course he stood to make a lot of money off of this deal as well but that was just icing on the cake.

She didn’t look sold however and that caused him to worry. He wanted to seal this deal before things got ugly. Was there a competitor? He couldn’t tell but he had a bad feeling that there was some thing holding her back.

He couldn’t leave yet

“Perhaps we can further discuss it with dinner” Damien said clearing his throat “I would love to have the company of a beautiful woman like you and we can further discuss this you don’t have to give me a decision tonight but I’m the kind of man who likes to try and seal the deal as much as possible this is a huge business venture and if there is some competition” He said alluding to what h was thinking “I want to make my case as lucrative as possible it will be my treat” He said watching her carefully.

 

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Bella regarded the man before her. He was insistent but Bella didn't want to be pushed into something that was this big of a decision. But what harm could dinner between two associates hurt?

After what seemed like a battle of wills, Bella relented and gave the man before a slight nod of her head, “Alright Mr. Riviera, I will accept your offer for dinner, thank you.”

He seemed relieved but did a good job at showing it. Although the meeting turned out short, Bella felt there was a lot to consider with everything brought to the table not only Damien but also by the Russians. Yeah, she had a feeling they didn't like to wait either which is why she purposely told them she needed two weeks to think about it.

 

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“Great” He said smiling and getting up taking her hand “I know a great little Cuban place a few blocks down we can eat at” He said kissing her hand before lifting her up. He “accidently” brushed his hand across her form as he did before stepping back. Was it a good idea to flirt with her and be so bold? Probably not but he wanted her wanted her in a very bad way he was just starting to fully realize. She was a knockout that much was sure but there was some thing about her that just held him and refused to let go. She probably didn’t mix business with pleasure.

But he was sure going to try

“We can take your car” He said going to the elevator “That way you can know I’m not trying ot lure you or some thing” He said hitting the call button on the elevator and stepping in with her. He suddenly realized that being so close ot her might not have been the best idea. He could feel his lust burning his desire for her starting to take root more.

“I have to say” He said eyeing her up and down “your fucking sexy as hell Ms. Russo”

 

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Wow, subtle... Bella thought as she only smiled at him and led him out of her office and to the elevator, “Cuban?” she said, interested. She hadn't ever had cuban food so this was going to be interesting.

“Thank you,” she said as they exited the elevator and walked toward the doors, where her private car and driver were waiting. The black sedan also held her own bodyguard, which was going to be needed tonight seeing as how she was literally going into enemy territory.

One could never be too careful and so it was better safe than sorry.

Getting into the car and having him follow her, they were soon on their way. In the back, Bella looked at him, “Oh, and you're not too bad looking yourself. You have a lot of your father's looks...at least from what I saw of older pictures. But your attitude is a lot different.” She said, assuring him it was in a good way according to the tone of her voice. “So, I will admit, I do have another offer on the table Mr. Riviera.” She had a feeling he knew about it and who had made the offer.

 

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“I figured as much” Damien said grinning as she admitted it to him. His instincts were right! There was another offer on the table and he knew that only one person could feasibly be putting it up.

The Russians

Part enemy part rival the Russians had an old grudge with his father. They originally did the drug running in the city until his father came along and stole the business right from them almost literally. Most said dear old dad not only managed to con them out of the business but also got the head of the Russian families wife to…. Be with him. It was one of his fathers most legendary exploits but one Damien found trivial. His father was all bravado a bull in the china shop so to speak.

He preferred to be more like a panther silent and deadly

“The Russians” He said shrugging and leaning back regarding her and ignoring her other comments for now “You cant be serious” He said scoffing a little before raising his hands “I mean that as no disrespect but whatever the Russians are selling you I promise you it’s BS I keep a close look at their operation closer than they suspect the product they can move is nowhere near compared to my families strings” He told her shaking his head.

“And thank you for the compliment” He said “I don’t usually hold my tongue in the company of beautiful woman so you will have to forgive my lack of decorum I am more of the man who wants what he sees and makes it known as well as his intentions”

 

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The Russians were a dirty lot and Bella knew that much. She also knew how to take care of herself but she didn't want to seem like a child. So, instead, she let his comment pass about the deals they had brought to her. She still had time to decide as it was.

They arrived at the restaurant and there a little bit of butterflies in Bella's stomach. She hated new places. But she was good at hiding her hesitation as she took Damien's offered hand as he exited the car first. As she stood, she made sure she was presentable as she got out and walked with him into the cozy atmosphere and she could immediately hear music playing.

 

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“This place is vetted” Damien said sending her nervousness “kind of a neutral zone I have no intention of betraying you know” He said opening the door and walking her in. He nodded at the cook who greeted him warmly rushing to get him his usual table. Money was one thing but Damien found this to be much more intoxicating the respect that he carried and the way people treated him. It was delicious in its own way a currency you had to really earn.

He thanked the chef who seated them and pulled her chair out. He waited until she sat down then joined her ordering their best bottle of wine and telling the chef he wanted “the usual”

“I recommend the Cubano sandwhich” He said pointing at the menu “The pablano’s are good as well I don’t know if you have ever had Cuban food but I hope you like some spice” He said winking and thanking him as the bottle came in an ice bucket.