Subduing The Mafia Don

h to shield him from the older guy's wrath. "I thought I put it back into the brief last night but it seems I didn't." Jared replied, doing his best to sound like he wasn't shaken to the v

emptying its content at his feet. He groaned in frustration. Kicking the sand that lay at his feet. Seeing as his punching bag had given up on him. Rodriguez couldn't stop thinking of all the different ways he could torture and kill whoever it was that dared to take the drive. He swore silently to make them feel pain like they have never experienced. Crippling pain. And he was certain that after he was done with them, whoever they were, wouldn't live to ever tell the story. He smiled just imagining their tortured cries and screams. They would pay, dearly. Silver hummed a tune lightly as she dragged the wide toothed comb through her curly wild hair. Wincing slightly whenever she felt the comb nudge some tangles. As she sat in front of the mirror, trying to get her hair to look decent, she let her mind wander. Last night had been a different night for her. Her coworker Jenna had called in sick earlier so she had to deal with most of the floor work by herself. She knew if Jenna was working, she would have handled the powerful stranger with blue eyes. She was the better people person amongst the two, and did better with powerful people or presence. Since she was pretty much used to it, seeing as she had been working at the Blue Phoenix for longer than herself. Even as Silver thought of the men, she couldn't help the slight shiver that ran through her when she remembered the one that had spoken to her. Although he wasn't as intimidating as the blue eyed one, he was pretty impressive. She didn't think she could survive a long time in their presence, she'd probably pass out from lack of oxygen or just sheer fear. Putting the comb back in it's holder, she applied a thin layer of gloss to her plump lips. Opening the drawer to keep it back in its purse. Just as she open