Snake in the Garden [ Vanetti's + Saisei ]

"Bella, why the fuck are you here?" Imelda didn't mean it in any sort of malicious way, but the way she said it was in possibly the meanest way possible.

At the moment, it was Imelda, her sister, and her subordinate Saisei that were walking through the streets of Enna. Despite how high and mighty Imelda acted, she was still technically on the lowest rung of the family, so lots of her aspirations get curbed. The reason that she was on the street today was as a sort of punishment for speaking out of turn to Luca about something trivial, so trivial that she didn't even bother arguing and just took the job. For some reason, Isabella was told to go with Imelda to keep her out of trouble, originally unbeknownst to Imelda until the last moment. Honestly, it was a bit overkill since it was just collections of debts but whatever, Imelda wasn't really stressing about it. Oh, and she ordered Saisei to tag along as well, since the pink-haired bastard needed the experience.

So anyways, back to the conversation. "I mean like, they did give you some heat right? Cuz like, no offense Bella and I mean this with love, I don't know what they expect you to do. Like look-" Imelda grabbed a random piece of paper that was floating by and burnt it to ash. "I can do that, Saisei has pink hair, and you... have a pretty face? I'm just tryna wrap my head around this team comp." A puzzled look was just plastered across Imelda's face as she was getting hung up on this pretty much useless thing. But she was coming from a reasonable place, as to an normal passerby they were probably the weirdest group in the city.

Borderline bizarre even.

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Not to get sentimental, but Imelda did enjoy they group they had outside of the effectiveness. They had a nice chemistry the three of them. But now was the time for business.

A few moment passed until they approached their first mark of the day, a jewelry store. They were probably the best paying out of all their associates since hotheads in the community often wanted to score a big bust by stealing from places like this one. The protection made it so that if anyone dared to try, they'd be dead in a ditch by the end of the week. Anyways, Imelda stopped suddenly and grabbed Saisei by his collar, mainly so that he didn't just keep walking past the building.

"Alright, here's the first place. Normally we'd get some joe schmo to do this but I figured it'd be good practice for ya, Pinky. Now, these guys aren't actually that bad when it comes to collections. Hell, you'd think they'd enjoy it. You just walk in, ask em if they got what they need, they should give you roughly 1500 of whatever fucking currency we collect from em and then we'd be on our way. Just--watch." Imelda pushed open the door to the shop, a bell jingling at the entrance announcing that she was there. The store was familiar to her. See, when she was little her Father would bring her Mother to this store a lot, promising her the world and more. Ah, young long.

In the store at that time were two males, one looking to be in his 50s and the other in his teens. "Yo..." Imelda stopped and leaned back to her sister, whispering underneath her breath. "What were their names again, Bella?"

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Imelda wasted no time with getting the envelope from Donato. At first, it felt light but Imelda didn't trust her own opinion. It has been a while since she's done this, maybe she was just remembering incorrectly. So then she started to count how much was there, and ultimately came out with less than half of what was supposed to be there. Now she was going to have to say something. Honestly, she didn't like being mean to nice people but sometimes they needed to get shit through their skulls.

"So we're gonna have a problem, huh? This ain't even half!" In a dramatic spectacle of rage Imelda flung the enveloped across the room, shattering a case of jewelry and setting off an alarm. Normally the police would show up in any other neighborhood but this was deep in Vanetti turf, even if a cop had the guts to show up they'd be a complete moron to try and interrupt. Slowly, the temperature started to rise in the building, creeping up to an uncomfortable 120 degrees Farenheit. "If you can't make up the FUCKING MONEY-" Imelda had to raise her voice to go over the alarm, but stopped as she watched an unfamiliar person exit the backroom, followed by 3 others.

They were all men, kitted out in formal wear and large guns, barrels pointed at Imelda and company. The rugged looking one spoke first. "There's been a change in management around here. Vanetti aren't welcomed, as decreed by the Frangipani. Either you leave with the money or in a body bag."

Now Imelda was a lot of things, but she sure as hell wasn't bulletproof. Cautiously, she scanned the room for Bella, nowhere to be seen in her current peripheral though.

Fuck.

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Impressed, surprised, Imelda was a lot of things in that moment.

Before Saisei took up the mantle of dealing with the trouble Imelda was concentrating on a counter measure to deal with the very real reality of bullets coming her way. She was tough, but not that tough. Then, luckily, the kid had knocked out one of em in a single punch. She'd heard the stories of how he was in the Vandenreich and vaguely about what happened in Jefferson, but never had the full picture until now. Quickly, a mental note was docked to not get on Saisei's bad side at the moment. Imelda liked staying conscious.

"Good job kid!" Imelda approached from behind and gave Saisei a well-placed pat on the back. If anything, it'd sting, but after what she just witness there was very little chance that he'd feel it. "I mean, I coulda handled it myself, but what's a boss without her lackeys, right Bella?" Head cocked over her shoulder, Imelda turned to see how her older sister was holding up. Violence was a good friend of Imelda's, but she had a hard time believing the Princess was as acquainted with the real deal.

Much to Imelda's surprised, she seemed fine. "Hey, Bella, what's up with these guys?" Eyes still locked on her sister, Imelda went over and took the rest of the money and threw it in the manila envelope from earlier. "I've already gotten acquainted with the Sardana, but I thought they were going to be our only problem. Fighting a war on two fronts is going to be a huge hassle, and I was under he impression that the Frangipani weren't going to be this forward. Spineless fucks."