She'd only been in the city for about 2 hours and she'd hated very second of it. Her father never told her to go to the Bahamas for business; no, he sent her to places like Gotham, where everything was operated from the shadows, and the true currency was secrets and firepower. While she lived in Chicago, a place much similar, she had her underlings there under control. The various gangs and clans paid their respects to her and her alone; they knew there was no one above her. Everyone knew their place.<br/><br/>And then there was Gotham: the Don of the city and surrounding territory, Marco Russi, had tried to ignore the powers above. He had outright refused to attend a rather important meeting in Los Angeles, authorized a bombing that he didn't have authority for, and worst of all, way talk shit about her father. To say she didn't like him was an understatement. Alas, he was family, a distant cousin or something. She didn't care. Business was business, even with blood involved. Mercy was a hard concept for her to grasp, not that she wanted to.<br/><br/>"Don't forget, we have that meeting in 20," Marius reminded her. She gave him a nod, turning her gaze back to the Don, who sat opposite her, a massive oak table seperating them. She was the judge and the jury right now, the one to decide how the pudgy man in front of her would be punished.<br/><br/>"Marco, I don't want to be here, but I have to. Why? Because Vincent says so. And because you decided to step outside of the framework, putting the whole family at risk. Putting me at risk." She leaned forward. "I don't appreciate that. Come and kneel." Her voice was dripping with malice, her eyes piercing the man's ugly soul. The sound of a chair scraping, the shuffle of feet across a designer rug. He knew better than to speak unless she told him to. In her presence, all men obeyed, and the ones that didn't? Usually weren't around for much longer. She looked down at Marco, now knelt beside her, head bowed. She held out her right hand, a shining ruby surrounded by diamonds on her middle finger. "Kiss it, and I may forgive your indiscretions." She watched with disgust as he slowly took her hand, bringing the ring to her lips. He placed a peck to the gem, and before he could blink, she slid his hand from his and backhanded him, the rock slicing open his cheek. She stood, grabbing his face to make him look in her eyes. "You have dishonored the family...in two weeks, if you have not made satisfactory ramifications, I will be at your doorstep to collect your soul." She released his face, turning to Marius. "See to it that he is put under tight surveillance." She exited, Marius hot behind her.<br/><br/>They exited the Don's home, Savvanah's signature Aston Martin out front and ready to go. "How long until that meeting?" She climbed into the driver's seat, pulling a joint out of the center console. "About five minutes." She put the car in drive, lit her joint, and they were off. The drive was uneventful, but it was always fun to watch people break their necks to see her car. As they pulled up to Montessorino, Savvanah mentally prepared herself for this meeting. All she knew of this man was his reputation: the billionaire CEO of Wayne Enterprises, Bruce Wayne. She wasn't interested in much else. If she could convince him to buy at least a few cases of guns that had made the trip with her, it would count as a success. But morals and values were always a factor, and if anything, her father gave her permission to invest in some real estate in Gotham.<br/><br/>As they entered the restaurant, the staff inside bowed their heads in respect, guiding them to the private area. Marius entered the room first, eyeing up the man, Savvanah close behind him, nose in her phone as she sent a text to her father. Once done, she gave a dramatic sigh, putting her phone away, and finally looking at Mr. Wayne. She would be lying if she said his looks weren't appealing. She stepped forward as Marius pulled out her chair, sitting across from him. Her golden eyes fixated on his face, she extended her hand. "Mr. Wayne...my name is Savvanah Moretti."<br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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