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Lyric Rodriguez

"Yes I am the Heartless Bitch, do you think I care?

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a character in “Boston Nights”, as played by Echo_Rose

Description

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Image Name:
Lyric Rae Rodriguez

Nicknames:
Ly, Bitch, Heartless, Chica

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual-prefers women

Height/Weight:
5'10"/124lbs

Role:
Enforcer and best friend of Connie/Helps with trades





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✔Night time
✔Weed
✔Cigarettes
✔Alcohol
✔Fighting
✔Girls
✔Tattoos
✔Piercings
✔The color black

Dislikes:
✘Guys that try to dominate her
✘Clingy people
✘People that think they are better then everyone else
✘Cartoons
✘Her insomnia
✘Her brother
✘Any Enemies of the D'Angelos
✘Fruity smells
✘Rats

Quirks:
→Draws on her hand randomly
→Plays with her hand when bored
→Chain smokes when doing business deals

Bad Habits:
∅Is known to get angered really easily
∅Has no emotions when she has to beat or kill someone
∅Is known to just stare at people for no reason, which usually freaks people out
∅Sometimes just stops talking randomly





Image Equipment:
Ly never leaves her house without some kind of weapon hidden on her. She usually keeps two glocks and two knives on her at all times.

Personality:
Forewarning you never want to piss Lyric off, but that may be hard because she gets angered very easily. Her Mami says she got it from her Papi. Lyric has a certain way of doing things, always has to be precise and on time. She hates being late, usually one to arrive fifteen minutes early. Others say that Ly talks more through her body language then her mouth which actually is true. She is not very sociable with others except those that are close to her, which is a small group of people. If you want Ly to trust you then you have got to earn it, which will take you awhile. Lyric only has a few people that she would truly trust her life with.

Lyric is a bitch, plain and simple. She is very blunt and will tell you hot it is wether you like it or not. Its black and whitex either she likes your or she doesn't. If you get hurt don't expect Lyric to give you sympathy, she most likely will tell you to get the fuck up and stop acting like a whiney bitch. But that is different for her friends, if one of her friends were hurt she would do anything in her power to help them and if someone else hurt them she would most likely go out and kill them. She is a stickler for revenge, id one of her people gets hurt she will go kill the bastard that did it to them.

People call her heartless for a reason, most of the time she shows no emotion to anyone except maybe Connie or Rina. When she is beating or killing someone she is blanked faced, in her mind though she is smiling. Shes not sure what it is about hurting someone but it gives her joy. Some people may think shes sick but its the reason she is one of Connie's closest hard hands. If Connie told her to kill or beat someone she would do it with no questions asked. She does her job well and she actually really likes it.

When she is just with her friends Ly is a bit more chilled, she talks a little bit more and sometimes actually smiles but it is rare. When it comes to relationships she hasn't been in one since Nina died, some say that is when Ly became more unattatched. Yes she has been with a few girls and a couple guys for sex but its just sex nothing more. Shes not sure if she will ever find love again, finding it once was hard enough for her...finding it twice, well Ly doesn't think it will happen.

When it comes to her family and friends she is very loyal and respectful to them and expects it back from them. When her twin brother decided to desert the family for the saints she crossed him off. They may have shared the same womb but Greyson will never deserve the title brother again. She has rold the others if they ever run into a problem with Greyson to let her take care of it and oh she would be more then willing to show Greyson how grown up she has become.

Image History:
On October eleventh twenty six years ago Alejandro and Katerina Rodriguez gave birth two twins, one girl and one boy. Her parents could not have been more happier with the twins. As years went by Ly was always close to her brother, thought they also faught and argue but that was normal for siblings. When they were five her mother had another little girl, Corina, which Lyric was excited about. When she was six her father decided to move the family from Mexico to Boston, Massachucets. Alejandro was part of the mafia in Mexico but her had more business deals that needed his attention in Boston and thats how Lyric met her best friend and future boss.

When Lyric was a child she was quiet but not so unemotional back then like she is now, she still didn't like big groups of friends but it was easier for her to converse with others. She first met Connie when she was seven, Alejandro and Connie's father became very close business partners so the girls saw each other often and pretty much grew up with each other. Connie was the person Ly confided into the most and still does to this day.

When she was fourteen things started to go downhill for the Rodriguez family. Her mother was getting sick but she kept saying it was just a cold. It kept going on for months until Alejandro finally conviced Katerina to go to the doctors. What they found out was not pleasent, the doctoes found a cancerous tumor in her brain and it was unoperable. Couple months later Lyric's mother passed away, Ly took it hard. She started to become more unsocial, showed less emotion each day. Her father said it was good, that she would go farther in the business if she kept acting the way she was.

When Grey and her turned eighteen her father started to teach them they ways of the business, telling them that one day they would co-partner the business in Boston while he would go back to Mexico to work. Lyric was happy her father would trust them with the family business, she was continued to train because Connie asked her to become an Enforcer for the family.She always worked out daily, and would take a run before bed. Thoug another unexpected event hapened a couple years later with Greyson, because of her brother's actions her father told Lyric that she will be the only one that will be in charge of the business in Boston. This of course pissed her brother off, Grey deserted the family and that was when Lyric no longer had a brother.

At twenty-two her father left for Mexico, leaving her in charge of the trades. She also met a girl that she fell in love with, Nina Joles, they were together for a year and a half, Ly believed she was going to have a future with the girl but then the unexpected happened. There was a fight in one of the bars Lyric and Nina were regulars at, some enemies of the D'angelos were there. They started something with Lyric, guns were shot and people were killed. That was the night Ly lost Nina forever, thats the night when Lyric became Heartless. She became more withdrawn, no longer showing any emotion at all. Her emotions died with Nina that day.

Now she keeps close to Connie, making sure to keep her safe though she knows deep down Connie can take care of her own but Ly doesn't want to lose her also. Shes also very protective of Corina, she didn't want her sister to get into the mafia business but her sister wouldn't say no. So she keeps Rina close and has been trying to teach her the thjngs that has kept herself alive for the last twenty-six years.


So begins...

Lyric Rodriguez's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Jacob O'Conner Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran

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Figlio di una cagna!

Connie's eyes narrowed as she forced herself not to blink twice at the sight before her. Of all the God damn Patrick O'Halloran's in the whole of Boston – which there had to be at least two or three dozen of – this one had to be sitting in front of her!

And nearly half drunk, which was no surprise to Connie but for a business meeting . . . But what could she expect after all from a adulterous Irishman with more charm then brain.

The men at Connie's side non too pleased as Patrick O'Halloran and his small party of ruffians took their seat. One could always spot an Irish thug by the their indelicate choice of wear from that of the more elegant and presentable demeanor of their Italian counterparts.

"Fancy seeing you here lass. You wouldn't happen to be my date this fine evening, would you?" O'Halloran said in that thick Irish lilt of his and that roguish grin that once upon a time been her undoing.

Not today.

The only compulsion Connie felt today was giving the cheating bastard a nice hard slap. Alas, she stopped herself just short of committing the act. It was something she would have done, actually had done as a teenager. However, she was beyond such childish grudges, or at least that's what she told herself now, looking at the man before. Not even believing the words as she told them to herself.

God damn him! But he still looked good. Why couldn't some terrible ravenous disease marred that handsome face or good looks.

“Why ever would I subject myself to that twice in one life time?” She replied haughtily her fingers still tapping a light rhythm on the table. “Still a delinquent I see Patrick . . . I suppose I was at least always half right about you.”

Connie smiled coldly, studying the man she had once been willing to disobey and leave her family for.

“How are your daughters Patrick?” She couldn't help asking with false innocence. “They must be all grown up now, no?”

Seeing her purposely callous remark hitting it's mark dead; giving Connie a morbid yet empty satisfaction.

She hated him!

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Jacob O'Conner Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran

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As the clocked ticked Lyric stood there tapping her foot unpatiently. She really disliked when people were late especially when the time was set and planned beforehand "fuckin unconsiderate bastards better hurry up I hate when people are late" she muttered under her breath. She was standing behind and to the left of Connie, she was always one that preferred to stand then sit. Her arms were crossed and her face was blank.

Hearing Connie's cousins start talking she eyed them both with a sort of glare in her eyes. It was a way of warning them to listen to Connie, not one for words and everyone that knew Lyric knew that she could have a conversation with someone without out speaking one word. She could tell just by Connie's body language that her friend was getting worked up, shaking her head she hated when people did this to her boss. After Roman spoke into Connie's ear Lyric stepped closer to the girl, putting her hand on Connie's shoulder and whispering in her ear "I could just kill them for you, swift and easily". A slight glint in her eye formed as she thought of killing someone, she couldn't help the way she felt. She just really liked the art of killing. "Don't let the bastard get you worked up, don't give that to him".

She stepped back, crossing her arms against her chest, she glanced over to Roman. The only guy she trusted besides her father, Roman was the only guy she would speak freely in front of and she considered him a friend.

"Sorry we're late, me and the lads decided to get the party started early."

Lyric eyed the Irsh man "well that is fucking rude ya bastard, we were here on time and here you come sauntering in late because you decided to party" she threw her hands in the air, giving Connie a look. If it wasn't for Connie and Roman being there Lyric would have already had her guns drawn and shooting but Connie did speak to her before hand. She had to act somewhat professional and less like a loose cannon. Which sometimes could be very hard for Ly.

When Patrick asked if Connie was his date, she glared at the Irish man. God how she just wanted to take a knife to his throat and its only been a few minutes. Connie's remark back to him was just right on. She shook her head, taking out a cigarette she lit it up and put it between her lips and took a drag. This definately was going to be a long night.

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Jacob O'Conner Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran

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Patrick arched an eyebrow as he turned to the heavily tattooed she devil glaring at him from her position at Connie's back. Patrick kicked back in his seat, balancing the chair on it's back two legs as he looked her up and down before giving a whistle of surprise before turning back to Connie who was looking sexier than ever. Time has been very, very good to her.

"You let that gowl mouth off like that love? And here I thought you Italians knew how to keep your mutts on a leash."

Patrick threw a quick glance at them men at his back with a laugh.

"Might have to let my own mutts off collar, aye?"

The three Irish men at Patrick's back all exchanged hearty laughs and bold stares at the italians nearby, it was plain the sons of Ireland were itching for a fight but at the moment their head was keen on keeping them in line for now. Patrick shrugged like he was casting aside a joke instead of shelving a threat. He turned back to Connie as he leaned in to put his elbows on the table. His dark eyes locked with hers to answer her question.

"As far as me daughters they're off limits for this little sit down, I fret I won't be saying this again so remember it dearie."

The sudden ice in Patrick's words set a chill down the spines of all in attendance. It was clear he wasn't interested in talking about his daughters around rivals. The steely gaze of the irishmen put a nail in the topic with rigid finality. The protective father was not one to trifle with. After a few tense moments passed that characteristic smirk returned to Patrick's face as he leaned back in his seat.

"I says we oughta keep this chat friendly as we can lass so let me start by tellin ya you are some ride Connie. Beautiful as ever. it's good to see ya, even after all these years. Fancy you coming to the top of the mobs food chain, would never have guessed."

Patrick poured himself and Connie a glass of brnady and after sliding one to her he took a long drink of his glass before continuing.

"So what's the story love?"

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Jacob O'Conner Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran

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Common Grounds

As Jacob followed Patrick into the Common Grounds, the smell of liquor and smoke filled his nostrils. He brushed his nose, with a quick breath of air, damn he hated those smells. Smoking and drinking were nice here and there, in moderation. Jacob had yet to ever smoke, and had never truly been drunk, both sins effected his fighting abilities heavily. As they neared the meeting, Jacob caught a glance from Patrick and quickly moved to his bosses right.

The Irishmen stood apart from the other two guards who chose to sit behind their boss, instead he leaned against one of the pillars. The Irishmen were all well dressed, well as well dressed as they liked. Jacob preferred a casual business look for these meetings. His shoes were a little worn, but the black shine still clung. His trousers and jacket were a dark gray, and his black dress shirt tucked underneath with the top two buttons undon.

"Well that is fucking rude ya bastard, we were here on time and here you come sauntering in late because you decided to party" one of the Italians said. Jacob immediately moved his hands from crossed on his chest, to sliding under his jacket. It was nothing noticeable, but it allowed Jacob to reach his 9mm.

"Might have to let my own mutts off collar, aye?" Patrick said

This caused a laughter from the Irishmen, Jacob relaxed. As long as his boss felt in control, Jacob was not going to do anything to blow this meeting.

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Jacob O'Conner Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran

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A stopping gesture of a raised hand by Connie was all that stopped Lyric for flinging herself across the table and causing serious bodily harm to O'Halloran. And, why exactly was she stopping it?

The slightest movement of Roman shuffling in his seat was all she needed to know she was doing the right thing. They did not need words to communicate and his avid displeasure at Patrick O'Halloran words more then palpable to Connie though probably to no other in the room.

"You let that gowl mouth off like that love? And here I thought you Italians knew how to keep your mutts on a leash." Patrick threw a quick glance at them men at his back with a laugh. "Might have to let my own mutts off collar, aye?"


“Oh I learn't my lesson concerning mutts along time ago.” Connie replied instead pointedly.

She wished to God he stop calling her endearments such as love and lass. They were quickly grating on her skin.

"As far as me daughters they're off limits for this little sit down, I fret I won't be saying this again so remember it dearie." Patrick added, threatening and charm all at once.

“Aren't we touchy tonight?” Connie cooed with a smirk. “But then again, that was always your way with discussing sins wasn't it? Commit them then try to repent.” She let her words and smirk linger a moment not ready to let the touch subject go.

Why shouldn't he suffer when she had?!

A little discomfort on his part would go along way to bandaging an old wound that seemed to still be bleeding. Not much, but it would have to be enough.

The tense moment passed soon enough as the rakish grin returned to Patrick's face. How she wanted to wipe that smirk off his face! And she would . . . Soon enough . . .

"I says we oughta keep this chat friendly as we can lass so let me start by tellin ya you are some ride Connie. Beautiful as ever. It's good to see ya, even after all these years. Fancy you coming to the top of the mobs food chain, would never have guessed." He said pouring them both a glass of brandy and taking a sip of his own. “So what's the story love?"

His comments about her appearance simply poured oil into the fire, yet Connie maintained a detached calm. With Roman at her side she had little to worry about.

“No story, love.” Connie smiled sweetly as she tipped the glass of brandy he gave her into the small vase in the center of the table. “I've obtained a very, very strong dislike for Brandy recently.” She explained as all the Irishmen across the way eyed her with curiosity. “Just business.” Connie continued unfazed. “Of course, I thought I would be dealing with someone a little less uncouth . . .” She eyed him with an assessing pout from head to toe with obvious distaste. “But I suppose you'll have to do, won't you?”

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Jacob O'Conner Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran

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As Connie raised her hand to stop Lyric from doing any harm to the Irish men she gritted her teeth and took a step back. What Patrick said next made her seethe inside but her face showed no emotion as she stood there. "You let that gowl mouth off like that love? And here I thought you Italians knew how to keep your mutts on a leash." "He will learn what kind of mutt I am in the future, a full fledge bitch is what he will get if he doesn't watch his back carefully" she thought to herself as she just stared silently.

The tasted of the nicotine hellped calm her a little, letting the smoke flow out of her mouth. Her eyes went to the man standing to the eight of Patrick. She just stared, her eyes like daggers. It was a habit of hers to stare at people, she couldn't help it most of the time. Once her sister dared to have a staring contest with her, Rina didn't even last a minute.

As conversation picked up again Lyric listened in but kept her opinions to herself...for now. Later when she is with Connie alone she will tell her friend what she thinks but now she was just there to listen, observe, and be an extra hand if it comes to that. She had plenty to say but none of it would be welcomed in this business meeting. She could rant later, now she just had to keep herself in control.

A very slight smirk appeared on her face for a second as Connie poured out the brandy, she hoped the meeting wouldn't last too long. There was no question what Connie wanted and Lyric was there to just help make it happen. After putting out her cigarette she put her hands behind her back, one lightly gripping the glock that was in the back of her pants. Even though she was to just stay back and listen Lyric wanted to be prepared if anything was to happen during the meeting.

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Jacob O'Conner Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran

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O'Halloran feigned heart ache at the sight of Connie tossing away her drink as if it was little more piss water.

"That's a damn fine waste of good brandy there, I'd wager you and I could put this bottle to better use than that."

Patrick said with a impish grin. It was obvious every flirtation, every kind word was like a pin jabbing into Connie's skin. Patrick couldn't help but pester the woman further, he enjoyed it immensely and her fiery temper always attracted the man. When they were young their fights were legendary, bloody and full of sweaty passion... good times.

Patrick then took a moment to sit up right and make a play of smoothing out his suit jacket as Connie went on about the way he was dressed.

"And as I recall you rather took a fancy to my uncouthness, darling. Manky or not I seem to remember you having the craic taking these rags off me."

Patrick leaned forward with a grin as his eyes drifted down her sultry frame.

"I says you an I oughta take a wee stroll down memory lane once we're finished with this sit down."

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Jacob O'Conner Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran

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Connie's eyes narrowed into slits, the storm gathering inside her gathering momentum with each word that left that sly bastard of an Irishman's lips. Connie wanted to strangle him with her own bare hands, right this instant. The Virgin only knew how she was restraining herself!

It wasn't enough for him to have broken her heart and make a mockery of her all those years ago that he had to do it now, in front of her family and men who already thought her incompetent of being in charge. Giving them another reason to go behind her back and plot her down fall!

Her fingers clenched tight around her wine glass turning her knuckles as ashen as her complexion and then forcing herself to relax which was no easy feat by a long shot.

"And as I recall you rather took a fancy to my uncouthness, darling. Manky or not I seem to remember you having the craic taking these rags off me."

Patrick leaned forward with a grin as his eyes drifted down her frame. God! But could that man make her blood boil! Her hand was itching to slap him. How she wished she could, but it would be utterly unprofessional and although he was intent on making this as difficult as possible, she did not have the time to dally.

"I says you an I oughta take a wee stroll down memory lane once we're finished with this sit down." O'Halloran added.

“Obviously I must have been suffering from a serious concussion to the head.” Connie answered, her words surprisingly calm and still holding a good measure of satire. “Juvenile mistakes, I suppose. One doesn't make the same mistake twice. And the only stroll down memory lane we'll ever be taking anywhere together again is when I put you in your place with a rightfully deserved slap as I so often used to, you remember don't you Patrick?” She grinned coldly.

Her cousins and Lyric chuckled while Roman remained his ever Stoic self. Connie ignored them all.

“Just because I've sat here and listened to your endless rubbish does not mean I will not strike you Patrick if I see just cause.” She finished sharply. “Franco, Robert, Lyric would you leave us for a moment please.”

A courteous question that was really an order which all three followed grudgingly. Leaving only Roman at her side, the way she preferred it. She'd had enough of this! She wanted to be out of this man's presence before she actually do him physical harm and make a fool of herself in the process.

“As much as I would love to sit here all night and have a literate sparing match with you Patrick, I happen to be a busy woman. Time is money and I have little to spare. So I suggest we get on with business, yes?”

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Greyson Rodriguez Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran Character Portrait: Corina Rodriguez

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Lyric did as she was asked even if she didn't like it, but as everyone knew she wasn't good with keeping herself professional at times so maybe it was for the best. As she left the room she stood took a seat at one of the tables nearest to the room Connie and Patrick were in. A waitress came by and she ordered a scotch. A few minutes later her order was filled and a glass of scotch was in her hand. She sipped at it, whiler her free hand played with her hair as she waited.

She wondered what Rina was up to tonoght, she hoped her baby sister was keeping out of trouble. Her mind then went to her brother, well now ex-brother. She wondered where he was at now, after he left a few years back it was weird for her not to see him but after while she got used to not having a brother. She still couldn't believe how he just left like that, it made her blood boil that Grey deserted the family.

Soon enough the Irish men left the confines of the room, she didn't get up till they were out of sight. Behind them Roman followed, she was guessing mostly for a cigarette or something. She walked over to the room, she knocked then opened the door seeing Connie in the room alone. "So how'd it go? Guessing they didn't take your offer because they didn't seem to stay around long" she asked as she leaned against the door frame and took out a cigarette.

Roman came back, she nodded her head to him "so what shall we do now Boss" she put the cigarette between her lips, lighting it, then taking a drag. "Nothing like nicotine to calm ya down".. Her hand brushed through her hair as she just stood there.She hoped whatever Connie had planned that she would be able to take a few lives of the Irish scums.

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini

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“So how'd it go? Guessing they didn't take your offer because they didn't seem to stay around long" Lyric ask from where she stood.

“It as well as I expected it to.” Connie smiled knowingly to her friend as the fork tines slipped out from her lips and she took a sip of wine. “Fucking Patrick O'Halloran.” She laughed. “Can you believe it? . . . Karma.”

Connie said as a way of explaining the unexpected. She was beginning to believe in that shit. Fate was giving her a chance to fuck Patrick O'Halloran over the way he had her and she wasn't about to give up that chance. The process would be slow but she would savour each moment as she took apart everything he loved and held dear, one by one . . .

Roman entered interrupting Connie's thoughts, anyone else she would have been annoyed but not her Consigliere. The silent man took his seat and began eating.

“So what shall we do now Boss?” Lyric questioned. “Nothing like Nicotine to calm ya down.” She added to Roman who nodded once in agreement.

Connie herself couldn't agree. She couldn't stand the filthy habit that plagued all around her. She could command them all to stop but what good would that do her, except give them all another reason to begrudge her leadership. She couldn't win, Connie suppressed a sigh.

Hadn't she tried to get Patrick to quit all those years ago? She wondered if her efforts had bore fruit to outlast her time Patrick's life. More fool she for trying and caring.

“Nothing . . . For now. We'll eat, get drunk have a good night and I intend to have every desert on the menu.” Connie replied making light, things were coming together very nicely.

She was going to back Patrick O'Halloran into such a tight corner that not even his charm or that glib Irish tongue of his would be able to pull him out.

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini

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ROMAN MANCINI



Roman grinned at the scowl Connie sent his way when he agreed with Lyric about his dire need of nicotine. It was a habit he knew she hated but the way he saw it, his excessive chain smoking was completely at her feet. If she didn't drive him crazy every second of the day, he wouldn't need to smoke constantly to calm him down.

As he took his seat and dived into the food, he listened to Connie's cryptic words.

“Nothing . . .” She said. “For now. We'll eat, get drunk have a good night and I intend to have every desert on the menu.”

That sounded like a fine plan to him, although he knew none of them would truly get fucked up.

Another rare smile crept across Roman's lips. It seemed the woman was slowly returning to her old self. But it wasn't just tonight . . . Roman pondered for a moment; his grin quickly turning into a frown.

It was understandable that the sweet Connie he had known since he first met her ten years ago was less of a forth character these days. She now carried the weight of the world on her shoulders and he respected her more for it. No other woman could carry themselves and deal with all she had and still take care of business.

If it had been up to him she would be nowhere near this filthy business but he knew the why of it and why she had to. And he would always stand by her side. All he wanted to do was protect her from the world. But fuck it wasn't in his power to do so. All the tragedies that had befallen the gentle beauty was utterly unfair. He wished he could take all her pain away. But that was another thing out of his hands, all he could do was be there when she needed him to be.

Not that she would ever say a word. She suffered in silence. Never had he seen her cry. Not when her brothers had been killed, not when her sister-in-law was coldbloodedly murdered and not even when her father died. No, she had been the pillar that the rest of her family leaned on. Her mother, Jayson, the bambino Leo. Constanzia's was the husband, mother, father, sister, brother, the everything; the shoulder they cried on and she bore the weight of it all.

And that was the reason, he was willing to take all the shit from the others about working under a woman.

“I'm going to hold you to that.” He replied to Connie. “Every desert.”

She was getting thinner by the day. Of course, she always looked beautiful but lately, he had noticed a drastic decrease in her weight. Her sinfully curvaceous figure replaced by the slimmer size zero frame that was supposedly more attractive these days. Roman grunted at the thought. He preferred his women to have more meat on the bone. Of course, there was only one woman he really wanted and that was the woman by his side.

All three mobiles in the room beeped at the same time. Roman checked the message.

“Deliveries in.” He commented as both women nodded there heads.

No fuck ups like last time.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Greyson Rodriguez Character Portrait: Patrick O'Halloran Character Portrait: Roderick "Sundowner" Finn

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The night was young. A cool breeze ran across Grey's bare neck as he leaned against a brick building in an alley way. He was accompanied by two of his usually followers. The three were waiting to make a deal, with a fairly new client. Greyson felt an irritating itch in his throat, and he compulsively reached for his pack of cigs and lighter. He put a cigarette to his lips, lightly holding the piece there as he lit it. He took a long drag, and blew the smoke up from the side of his lips. After a few more hits he let the ashes fall on the ground beside him.

About 8 years ago Greyson had somewhat abandoned his family to go work for Patrick. The reason for this was somewhat simple. Grey knew he wouldn't be okay with taking orders from a bunch of women, if they thought they were in charge or not. What he most definitely wasn't going to do was take orders from his twin sister, Lyric. The girl became head of the family business, but it wasn't always supposed to be like that. Maybe it was Grey's fault, but in his mind it's all bullshit that his dad ended up choosing her. It all started when Greyson was acting out again, and being the reckless, careless, boy he was. Any slip ups would get him arrested, and that's what happened. It probably wouldn't have been as bad if he hadn't already had a bit of a record. Nevertheless his dad would've still given him the co-head position if he hadn't been stupid about it. During a deal, the client got Greyson a little ticked off, especially when the guy didn't have all of his money and he was running his mouth. That's when Grey blew, and started a fight. The man ended up being very injured, and then the cops showed up. Instead of trying to get out of it and play up a kiss-ass act, Grey also assaulted the cop and ran. They found and caught him two days later. Though he would've been in jail for awhile, his father bailed him out and pulled some strings. Grey was on probation, and his father had already gave him a warning to stop acting out, and had given him a few chances to prove himself. But, after the fifth chance he ruined it. That's when his father told him he'd be giving Lyric full leadership. Greyson, furious, left and found Patrick. Patrick owned one of the last standing businesses that Connie, Lyrics "partner" didn't own. Knowing this would upset his whole family, he first joined Patrick hoping his father would beg him to come back. It didn't exactly happen that way, but instead Grey found that he enjoyed working with Patrick more than he'd enjoy arguing with his sister.

It took about two years for Patrick to start really fully trusting Grey. Which was understandable, considering he came from the enemy. Greyson was probably very helpful to Patrick, considering he knew all of his families old secrets. With this he was able to help keep Connie at bay for the eight years it's been. That being said, he's become good with what he does, and he definitely doesn't plan on letting his ex-sister take that away from him again.
Occasionally he thinks about her though, and wonders if they would've been good leaders - together. He always lets the idea slip away, because he hasn't really spoken to her in a few years. He doesn't know how much she's changed. It's probably for the best they didn't have contact. The idea of him leaving was a bit cowardly and low on his part. He let down his whole family. But, it's what he thought was the best thing to do.

Greyson began to take another drag, realizing it was almost gone. He inhaled, and then coughed roughly. The last three drags of a cig always made him gag. He threw the filter and what little was left on the ground, and casually stepped on it to put it out. He looked up as the client rounded that corner. He lifted himself off of the wall slowly, and sauntered over to meet the man half way. The other two of his men fell in behind. The man looked much bigger than Greyson, but he didn't let his insecurity show. He stood firmly, and spoke.

"Got the cash?" he said, and nodded a little to the man. He looked about 6'3" and much larger than Grey's smaller but still masculine frame.
"If you got the guns." the man replied.
Grey motioned his men forward, who each held two metal brief cases. The man smiled slyly, and motioned for his men to take the cases.
The man spoke again, "I trust that these are worth what I'm giving you."
"Of course." Grey answered sincerely. In return, the large man handed his own brief case over to Grey, who accepted it.

At that moment the men dispersed, Grey and his two heading back over to his car.
Grey had been working for Patrick for eight years now, and he was higher in the system than he had first hoped. Some days Grey feels almost like a right hand man, which he enjoys. He tries not to screw up too much like he had before, mostly because he'd have no where else to go with his sister running almost every other goddamn business. This was his life, and with his record, his tattoos, and attitude, he didn't expect to get a job anywhere else. Sometimes he felt like he dealt with most of the smaller deals, but he didn't mind as much as long as he felt somewhat important. After every deal, he usually headed to the black rose pub, where Patrick seemed to reside.
He arrived at his sleek black car, that was probably worth more than his life. He owned a Porsche Carrera GT, and loved every second of driving it. Though it was probably dangerous to own, he didn't care too much because he was still pretty wealthy.

The other two men had come in a separate car, so they exchanged some sort of goodbye and left. Grey pulled out of the empty parking lot and sped off toward the pub. The lights of the city flashed by him, though the traffic slowed him down a bit. Eventually when he pulled into a spot across the street from the pub, he parked. Taking the brief case, he carefully looked around to make sure he was out of most eye sight. It was almost impossible, considering he was on a main street and many people walked the side walks. He took a peak anyway, unlatching the sides and lifting the lid slightly. Stacks of cash pilled in rows, probably one of the most beautiful sights. Grey smiled widely, and closed it again. He loved the feeling of money at his fingertips after a job.

He exited his car, and shut the door. Locking it of course, he put his keys in his pocket. Crossing the street when there was a break in cars, he casually carried the case with him. He entered the pub and scanned the area. He spotted Patrick, who seemed to have just greeted Mr. MacGuire. He sighed, knowing he was impatient and that he'd have to wait. He also spotted Roderick in the corner, but he didn't know him too well, he just knew of him. Occasionally they'd worked together.

Instead of going over, he decided to take a seat at the bar, and let his presence be know later. Though, Patrick was probably expecting him, and he was pretty observant. He slid onto a bar stool, and the bartender moved towards him a few moments later.
"What can I get you sir?" he asked.
"Scotch, on the rocks." He answered, his focus seemed to be elsewhere. He placed the case slightly beside him on the bar counter, keeping it in good view. The bartender returned with his drink, and Grey grasped the cool glass. He took a swig, and alcohol burning his throat a bit as the familiar taste went around his mouth. It tasted like Thursday nights, which was an odd description but Grey didn't know what else he'd call it. The pub smelled of smoke, alcohol, and a slightly Irish edge to it. He took another sip, and glanced around the pub again, maybe hoping to spot a few women to keep him company. He did enjoy the company of women.

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini

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[size=90] “Nothing . . . For now. We'll eat, get drunk have a good night and I intend to have every desert on the menu.”
Lyric let out a rare grin, moving towards the table after she finished the cigarette, sitting down she sipped at the drink in her hand. "That sounds perfect C, haven't been able to get drunk since...well, the other night". A waitress came by, Lyric put in an order then looked over to Connie. "Well I know w aren't doing anything right now but its been a few weeks since I have contacted Papi for some a new shipment" she took a moment to finish off her scotch before she continued.

"If you want I can give him a call tomorrow, also can have him send a few of his good men up with the shipment. He most likely will want to come up but I don't think that would be necessary" her fingers tapped lightly against the table. The waitress came by once more taking her glass to refill it bring her a new glass of scotch. Ly just nodded her head slightly to the woman before she put her attention back to the two at the table.

“I'm going to hold you to that. Every desert.”

"Thats a lot of dessert for one setting, but I heard there pies were pretty good" she shook her head, she wasn't much of a fan for sweets but sometimes the rare occasion came up that she was craving something sweet. The waitress brought her food, setting it in front of her, Ly then started to take small bites from her plate.

Just then her phone let out a chirp letting her know she had a message, her face went blank. She hated cell phones, it just gave people the ability to continue to bug her when she was either busy or didn't want to hear from anyone. But with the business she was in she had to have one unfortunately. She heard Connie and Roman's phone alert them too, then she took a look at the message. Roman stole the words right out of her mouth.

"Business never ends" she murmered before taking another drink.

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini Character Portrait: Jayson D'angelo Character Portrait: Balthasar

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“Whatever you think best.” Connie smiled at Lyric.

She had no doubt about her best friends abilities to handle business, plus Connie didn't like getting her hands dirty with the in's and out's as long as it was done efficiently and no loose ends were left open she didn't much care.

“I trust you. As far as your father, yes I'm sure he would like to come down, however I think we all agree it best if he didn't.”

There was a reason Alejandro Rodriguez was in Mexico and good reason why he should stay there. He was like an Uncle to her and she rather him still breathing and out of jail which he surely would be if he stepped onto US soil. Not that he wasn't audacious enough to cross and stay flouting authority but Connie rather not take the risk. His best men would do the job.

“So I will leave this business to you both and retire for the night.” Connie said getting to her feet. “Tomorrow afternoon. Five pm sharp. Good night.”

She was so tired, it had been a long day with meetings with suppliers and distributors. She had been on the go since six o'clock in the morning and now it was – Connie checked the time on her phone as Balthasar opened the door to the Limo and she go in – almost one am and she had to be up and ready to go at eight am tomorrow morning.

Who would have thought being the Boss would have been so much work? Her cold green gaze met Balthasar's in the rear view mirror, waiting for her order.

“Take me home.” Connie stated simply.

The boy did not hesitate. Connie studied him from where she sat. She knew he was having problems with the other men, she'd heard about them using his place freely as they wished bring their whores in and out of the place. She would only have to give the command and it would stop immediately. But she wouldn't do nothing unless he asked her specially for her help. He was an adult now after all, she would not step on his Italian male pride. She'd seen families go to war over less . . .

“You can have the day off tomorrow, I won't be needing you.” She told Balthasar as he opened the door and she stepped out. “Good night.”

The house was dark and quiet as Connie silently slipped up the stairs, her mind finally easing away from the days torrent of troubles, glad to be home at last. She would have to avoid her mother in the morning or she'd never hear the end of the litany her mother would have ready about coming home late like she used to as a teenager. Because in this house mama was still Boss.

The thought made a smile whisper up her lips as she checked in on her fast snoring mother and then headed towards Leo's room. Taciturnly, she opened the door and slipped to the crib side. The baby was fast asleep. Connie watched her three year old nephew sleep for a good long moment. Leo always bought a pure calm and happiness within Connie nothing else in the world could ever do. She may not have given birth to him but he was her baby. She had not been separated from him since he was two months old when both of his parents had been killed.

Pushing a curly forelock back from his face. Connie left the room and knocked lightly and opened the door to Jayson's room.

“Hey.” She whispered. “You awake.”

Closing the door behind her as she entered and slipped into bed next to her sister and wrapped her hands around Jayson's waist. Connie knew Jayson was not happy being left out of the family business but Connie would not have her little sister living the life she was. It wasn't meant for her. She wanted more for Jayson. So much more. She wanted a life for her that didn't involve betrayal, lies, death, torture, murder, crime.

They may not have known about each other until only a few years ago but in that time they had a strong sisterly bond. Jayson was family and Connie would do anything to protect what little family she had left.

Thus, she would try to placate Jayson's bruised ego. Jayson couldn't understand where Connie was coming from and sometimes Connie lost her temper with the girl and ended up shouting in her fit of frustrated anger, but it was all out of love.

“I thought we could go out shopping tomorrow and grab a late lunch, huh?” She said softly at her sisters ear. “I have a few things to do in the morning but I can meet you Downtown after I'm done? What do you say? A girly day out? . . . I'll buy you something pretty.” Connie cajoled playfully when Jayson said nothing.

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Character Portrait: Connie D'angelo Character Portrait: Lyric Rodriguez Character Portrait: Roman Mancini

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“Business never ends.” Lyric said musically.

Roman restrained a sigh. No, it didn't. And some of Rodriguez's men would certainly go a long way. His eyes narrowed as Connie made her quick exist. There was something not right about her recently . . . He could sense it but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was and she was so . . . flaky . . . If he even mentioned to her that he felt there was something up with her, she would either laugh it off or she would have one of her fits of rage and become even more closed off then she usually was.

Or maybe, Roman thought with almost bloody intent it was because that silver tongued sorca was back and he wasn't talking about Patrick O'Halloran this time. Though Roman couldn't decide which one was worse. But for the time being he guessed it was that son of a whore Rafaele Angelis.

The bastard had come back to Boston as soon as he heard Don D'angelo was finished and that Constanzia had taken Leadership. And now he shared her bed! A murderous rage swam through Roman's blood. Yes, the men posting guard at D'angelo mansion told him all about Angelis' midnight foray's. Angelis was one of the one's besides Roman himself and Lyric that was permitted entrance anytime into the Donna's house and Angelis took full advantage of that now that he was back in Boston working for her.

It had been a relief to Roman when the bastardo had been sent on an errand outside into other parts of Massachusetts to deal with business. With any luck he wouldn't return or someone would put a bullet through the arrogant cunt! Though, Roman knew this to be wishful thinking. The man was as sure footed and stealthy as a Cat.

Turning his attention back to Lyric who sat across from him Roman smiled at the woman.

“I think it's a fine idea, some Mexican muscle will go along way.”

His smile suddenly turned to a frown. Lyric was Connie's best friend, she knew the woman better then anyone . . .

“Have you noticed any change in Constanzia recently?”

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“Whatever you think best. I trust you. As far as your father, yes I'm sure he would like to come down, however I think we all agree it best if he didn't.”

"Alrighty then i'll give him a call tomorrow and I agree, Papi needs to stay down there and keep the business down there growing. There really would be no use for him up here, I believe I have things pretty undercontrol with the business" Lyric said to Connie as she too a sip of her scotch

“So I will leave this business to you both and retire for the night. Tomorrow afternoon. Five pm sharp. Good night.”

"Night Connie, see you tomorrow"Lyric watched as Connie left, turning her attention back to Roman and her scotch. “I think it's a fine idea, some Mexican muscle will go along way.” Roman spoke up, nodding her head slightly. "Yes I believe it will be good, never can have enough men to back us up". Lyric then noticed the change of expression in Roman's face, setting down her glass she leaned in "what is it Roman?"

“Have you noticed any change in Constanzia recently?”

Her own facial expression changed too, it was like every emotion dropped out of her. Sitting up straight she tapped her nails against her glass. After a few minutes of thinking she spoke up "yes there has beenna change in her, ive noticed it for a bit now but Im not sure if its a good thing or a bad thing" she finished off her scotch then stood up "but everyone changes Roman, I know I have and I don't think everyone likes how I have changed but you know what, fuck em. I know you sometimes worrie about Connie, but she can handle herself just fine but if anything does happen she had the two of us".

Fishing out a cigarette she put it in her mouth then looked over to Roman "how about we meet up tomorrow morning to get business done, its getting late and I have to make sire Rina didn't get into any trouble. Ill give you a call in the morning. Have a goodnight Roman". Lyric then walked out onto the street, walked over to her bike and got on. Ahe sped through the streets until she got to her driveway of her home. She parked her bike into the garage that was connected to their house then went inside.

It was quiet as usual, only Rina and her lived there even though it was a big enough house to fit six people in comfortably. Her Papi gave it to her when he left for Mexico, she told him they could find a smaller place but of course he wouldn't hear that. It was their family's home, the one that heald memories of her Mami.

Tossing her keys onto the counter she took off her boots then walked up the stairs. Stopping at the first door, she opened it quitly and peaked in. Her sister was curled up in bed asleep, which she was thankful for. She then headed to her room, stripped out of her clothes and weapons then put sweats and a tshirt on. After saying her prayers she climbed into bed and hoped her insomnia would give her a break and let her sleep.