CLOSED STARTER for @edward-weiss
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.
