The Reservoir. Part Four.

“Don Coppola contacted us.” Kingly said, pouring a cup of coffee from the pitcher that was on Caponae’s desk. “He woke us up, telling us that you had a job for us. So, what is it that is wrong?”

“Has the good Don explained to you what this is, at all?” Lady Caponae gulped down her glass of coffee.

“He has not.” Palma said, looking up at the people in the room. “What he did do was -”

“I don’t give a damn about what he did.” Lady Caponae said, her voice a bit aggravated. “Right now, we are in need of you two to scout the area in hopes of finding out who this assassin is, what family he is apart of.” Over the course of the next few minutes or so,  Kane explained everything that you, the reader, already knew. Palma and Kingly listened in complete attention to every detail, trying to figure this out. Once  he was finished with his monologue, Palma looked up.

“What if it was the Pendragon family?” Everyone looked at him.

“The Pendragons?” Kane asked.

“Yeah,” Palma responded. “I mean, think about it. Like, they have not done anything sense the last war when we defeated them. Granted we played a little dirty and we forced them to cough over a rather large sum of money for repair charges due to the damage they caused, but what if they are the ones that caused all of this? To get revenge against us?” Everyone thought for a moment, but it was Victor who spoke.

“The only other thing that supports your theory is Tolvesky’s relationship to Fulaytarious Czar, but that is pushing it. It does not add up due to him sending the rat to us originally, but why would he go and attack the Bernamonti family when they have not done anything to them?”

“Related to your family?” Kingly suggested.

“The only relation we have is business. It is not in our ways of characteristics to mix business and personal lives together.”

“Yet somebody has, Victor. This has personal written all over it. I mean, if this was business, a simple shot to the head would have been all that was asked. But no. This took time and passion to do. This was personal and while none of the families on our side likes to get involved in personal business, this is a time we must. Someone is trying to contact us, and they did and done it. Wonderfully.”

Lady Caponae sighed as she looked at the photos of Twix that was all over her desk. She knew that Palma had a point and a wonderful one at that. But what is making it hard for her to believe is that someone will go this far as to torture someone who was part of that family when they could have just went and took one of theirs. She knew why one would never do such a thing (it would lead to that family being an outcaste), but with the right ways and motives, it would have worked. But they took a safer way. Everyone knew that this was an age old tactic used by countless governments as a way of proving that they are not to be fucked with, but to go this far is unheard of.

“I like the proposition you have given me, Palma.” She said, standing up. “What I am going to have you and Kingly do is: start a test to go into every computer owned by everyone in all of the families associated with us. See if anything comes up. You have about three hours to find something. Once your time is up, meet up with Casper and Victor at Malcolm’s and report what you have uncovered. Us any means needed. If you can’t get anything by that time, contact Mansell. He will know what to do. You are both excused.”

Grabbing their coffee and a copy of the photos, Palma and Kingly left the room. Once in the hallway, they breathed a sigh of relief. It is legend how deadly and disastrous Lady Eliza Caponae can be when put under pressure. The best example would be when she first got into power. Originally, she was suppose to be the under boss to Iris Island. If you were to go into the family tree of the Caponae, you can see that she was meant to be the leader. As to why she could not originally get the position is unknown, but it did not matter. All that mattered was that she was robbed of what some call her birth right. Iris stole that right and Eliza swore revenge.

Wanting her position, she went to Iris’s office one night and made damn sure no one saw her walk in. The next day, Iris’s assistant walked in to find her boss, a man of great power, having his head smashed in as if someone took a great hammer and bashed his skull quite a few times.

No one has seen the hammer used, but how people knew it was her was due to her going to the morgue where the body was at and decapitated the body, grabbing what parts of the head she was able to still get. At a meeting with the families, everyone was talking about the tragic death of Iris. Getting aggravated that such a person was getting such recognition, she stood on the table and walked over to Don J. Coppola. Knocking over all the paper, books, and dishes that were on the table, she acted like a banshee as she opened her full body jacket, reached into one of the pockets, and revealed the destroyed head of Iris Island.

Dropping the remains in front of Coppola, he just looked in shocked as all the other heads screamed in terror. Not wanting to hear a choir, she pulled out a gun from another and shot straight into the ceiling. Everyone, including Soren, Ryan, Palma, and all the rest silenced at once.

“All of you sons of bitches sit the fuck down!” She screamed, her voice turning dark and the sound of thunder roaming the room. “Yes, I killed this fucker for him taking my place in the Caponae crime family. His very presence mocked the work that my family has done and he overtaking the thrown on his own sexist ideas is a disgrace to this very counsel.” At this point in time, she lowered her voice to a regular pitch. “Taking the hammer I have in my room, I went into his office and bashed his head in. With his death, I officially regain the position as the head. The price you pay for questioning what was my birth right in saying that I don’t deserve it, I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucked here. So, if any of you mother fuckers got a single fucking problem with me, now is the fucking time to say it!” Silence just filled the room. “I didn’t think so.”

Putting away her gun, she walked back over to her seat and sat down. She took out of her purse a soft drink and took something of a gulp out of it. She turned her head up and looked at Don Coppola. “As we were saying?”

After that day, no one questioned her position as she made her family the second most powerful group next to The Reservoir.

Turning to their car, Palma and Kingly got in and started breathing.

“Okay, she officially freaks the fuck out of me.”

“You think?” Kingly said, incredulously.

“I mean, to be honest, I was starting to believe that she was going to give us the names of some people and…” Palma began to say as Kingly shot him a dark look.

“You know too damn well that she will never have us do that again. Hell, the very idea that she knows of that attack is enough to get me beyond pissed off. It does not bloody help that she is aware and could ask us to go and recreate that attack.”

“Then what’s stopping her?” Palma asked, noticing that his voice raised a little.

“Coppola told her that she is never to ask us to do that attack again. Not after the last time.” Once that was said, Palma had images of the corpse, the remains of the insides everywhere; the floor a dark red, the decapitated heads. When it is known that these two were furious killers, make no mistake.

Understanding, Palma took his hand and placed it on top of Kingly’s, gently squeezing it. “Are you calm or do you want a few moments?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Kingly responded. “Just, let’s get this job done and over with.” Looking at him and understand that he did upset him, Palma leaned over and kissed Kingly on the cheek. After giving a brief smirk, the car was awoken and they were on their way.