#gemmathreads

Gemma exited the cafe with a flourish, placing the heavily tinted sunglasses on her nose and giving her long trenchcoat a sweep. She did not smile externally, but she lived to create an image, and she knew she looked like she could stab someone and look absolutely beautiful doing it. There was an edge to her that she carried everywhere she went, because she knew some might recognise her for who she was, and she dared them to try their luck. She wanted them to try.

Sadly, most of the time, nobody did.

She even went all the places where she could easily be cornered: dark alleys, empty parks, stuffy bars.

The Weiss capo brought the steaming cup of coffee to her lips and started walking back towards the centre. She fell in line with another at the traffic light and stared at their bag. "Your bag is open," she commented. "Might want to check if you haven't fallen victim to the city's lowlives."

location: weiss manor subject: classified

Gemma had always known she'd become a gangster, her family had been loyal to the Weiss family from day one, absorbed no-doubt from some other crime family or gang and sworn their loyalty to this new eterprise as it fell upon the Nevada shores. Her rivalry with one of the boss' daughters had cemented her drive even further, the promises, the ties, the obvious free reign for chaos.

But she was not as loyal as they came. Loyal to the idea of destruction, to the idea of doing whatever she wished, yes. Loyal to the Weiss patriach? No. She did respect him, more than anyone or anything else, but some days she day-dreamt of stabbing him in the gut with one of her favourite knives and found the idea excited her.

She'd climbed the ranks at great personal cost, and if that hadn't snapped the last of her sanity, it had long since disappeared before.

She traced a finger along the soft skin on her neck. The most beautiful part of the human body, the limb that connected it all, that was strong yet tender. The one that could be destroyed in so many ways.

"Very few sources can paint a detailed picture of what is going on in the Vitelli household," Gemma commented. "Most of them would say holding off is our safest bet right now."

Gemma disagreed with all of those.

Gemma licked her lips, there was much about the Capo that was to everyone most unusual. She’d taken her position with great loss to herself, an eye and a lover. But none of it had in any way deterred her ambitions. She was still intent on chaos, alas, rather dangerously so. She had once been completely on the side of the Weiss family, she’d hated Cassandra with a passion, but grew closer once that little picture perfect stopped being so perfect. She’d enjoyed the fact that Petra had loved her rivalry with her sister. She’d given her life for the Weiss patriarch.

Now she’d give her life to watch something - anything - burn. 

Her eyes found Claudia, the tall woman who had joined their ranks when her family was with others.

She passed several of the onlookers and joined the woman, while the crowd slowly dispersed. The commissioner and the spokesman for the Vitellis returned back inside. The city council building returned to its usual bustle.

“Never a dull moment in this place,” the one-eyed Capo murmured.

Augustu's death should be a celebration. A big win for the Weiss family, a beautiful stake in the foot of the other organisation that could be used to their advantage. Gemma should be rejoicing, she loved it when chaos reigned.

But she hated it when it had not been created by her. And the instability of the Vitellis was dangerous for them too, because she knew they had people in their ranks that were loyal to the other side, as they had the opposite way too.

She pressed a finger to her lips, a frown suddenly on her face as she walked the streets away from a talk with one affiliated business owner. She'd texted Cicero, the fucker. As much as she wanted to stab his other eye out, she knew he was important, everyone knew he was important. He could kill them all still their leader would say: yes but, without Cicero...

Without Cicero, he'd still be here.

That absolute fucker. The both of them, leaving her to grief.

With his beautiful hair and strong jaw. Gemma tapped a finger to her chin when she saw Cicero appear, giving him a signal to follow her. She'd once enjoyed looking at that face in the heat of the moment, both those faces. Now she saw the destruction to it for what it was: meant to hurt as it had gotten hurt.

"I'm glad you reacted to my message this quickly. I'm eager for some bloodshed, when will you be let off the leash?" Because surely she knew as well as him that he was favoured. If she was blood thirsty, he had to be too. He had to be.