Leora took a deep breath. She had a bad habit of talking too much sometimes, when stressed. This was another case. She was a bit frustrated that other people seem to get street creds while she didn't. As far as she was concerned, she was VIP, and that should come with perks, especially a boost in reputation. However, that didn't seem to be the case. As a queen though, she desperately needed it. The queen got favors by relying on her street creds. She exhaled deeply. She would keep quiet and be patient right now. Street creds and being treated as a VIP could not be rushed. She would wait.

Leora got a paper bag and started breathing into it. Each mafioso had their strength. Some people were especially good at shooting rogues and roguettes. They were good at racing for random bums on the streets. She also had some skill in that. She swears though that there were all sorts of natural phenomena that happened when she tried it. However, her actual strength came from being treated like a queen. She was a VIP and her street creds used to attest to that. However, right now, she was a queen, but nobody would trust her. She needed to bribe prison wardens, police officers, and other fellow mafioso. But she would wait. She would be patient. She clenched her teeth and decided to continue on her work.

"Finally being treated like a VIP," Leora said as she smiled. She was glad that she held on. She tended to talk more than necessary when stressed. She got lucky too. She'll have a bunch of police officers answering to her every whim now. She got her street creds, and she would sweetly persuade the law to her cause. And she'll break those who she can't persuade. She walked forward with a constant smile on her face as she punched forward. Ten guards flew through the air and hit only dropped on the other side of the hallway.

Leora was looking around to purchase a super VIP in a club, but didn't know where to go. SerafinaPekkala pointed her the right way.

Leora knew a bit how to use the gun, and Sinfest taught her some more. He also taught him how police officers' ticks.

Leora sat down, and remembered all those who helped her and her bloodline. She remembered Nene, Mixwell, Leanna, Strider, Darius_yazdan, Li, Nabe, Pzo, Halcyon, Tianna_blackheart, Miss_Niki, and a lot more. She sighed wistfully. She enjoyed where she is now, but remembered her history. Hopefully her descendants could have a full run with them in the future.

Leora lived in the Imperial skyscraper in Seattle. It was the tallest skyscraper, perfect for birds of prey. She lived on on the floor just below the HQ bar, so that she could easily access it. It was luxurious room. There were lamps, velvet couches, translucent curtains (so that people could accidentally spy on her figure), queen beds, and too many pillows to count. It was there she laid down with all her limbs spread out. She had enough violence for the past few days. She would slack off for a while. Leora sighed in contentment.

Leora had just become a super VIP of the Imperial Skyscraper, when they stared coming. Legions of butlers and maids started coming up the stairs. They opened the room, and started doing everything. They wiped her face, fed her grapes, and fanned her face even though there was some air conditioning (or at least the little air conditioning the 1930's had). There were paparazzi outside the building, hanging from the side of the building. When she coughed, the whole entertainment started shuddering, afraid for minuscule chance of  death for their super VIP. Many would not like this attention, but Leora did. As far as she was concerned, she was queen.

If there was one thing Ricardo loved, it was carnage, and apparently this little lady brougth loads of the stuff. He started making a habit of trailing her when he didnt have any business of his own. He started silently in the shades making sure that any potential witnesses snuffed it, it was his way to make sure the circus could continiue.

Leora sensed something, and then she smiled. She had noticed a quick shadow flash by her door, a muffled grunt, and then silence. She wouldn't be surprised if she had stalkers, and she was honored and pleased that someone (Ricardo_Trabotti) was protecting her from the shadows. After enjoying a potato life in her room, she would go to the spa. A few hours later, she would definitely go back to the bar, and treat her special patrons.

Leora looked around the city for any more bodyguards running around. Did she want to kill them? Yes, how can you train yourself with actual experience? However, she also knew the risk of letting loyal people run around. These people would have sacrificed their lives for the mafioso of Delaware. They would possible want revenge, and she would have none of that. She killed quite a few of their number, minions mostly, but she would not allow any chances. Wind blew past and ruffled her hair for a bit. She brushed her hair and kept looking through the alleys. Still, she found nothing.

"I guess there are only a few left," she mumbled to herself. So, she holstered her gun at the back of her pants and moved on. If there were only a few left, she didn't mind them sneaking around. She would take them down once they made a move.

This queenie sure are a queen, searching and hunting bodyguards like she does aint so familiar to a queen so slow down a bit in your quest against them Leora. Being a queen then you make sure your staff and all under you make the hard work :p

He runs for hide and hope that the queen doeant get him right away, he hides himself in a room where the queen-subjects are.

"Thank you, Furious_Wolf. I appreciate your tip and am honored in your stay. Enjoy the Imperial Skyscraper." Leora tried to happily say, but she had yawned towards the end. She had just woken up.

"Butlers, maids, you know what I want." The butlers and maids saluted. They then marched towards the kitchen. The aroma of Japanese grilled beef, hot pots, and other dishes started spreading. Leora sat down in the dining hall as she waited. The staff started piling food upon food on the table. Leora straightened her back and took a bite of each serving. "They are delicious, as usual. Thank you." she complimented the staff. "You know what to do."

The butlers and maids started marching. There would no hungry bums on the streets of Seattle tonight. If there were, she might kill them. A mafioso could be kind, but in the end, they are merciless. As far as Leora was concerned, they were target practice, and it was a community service to clean them up.

There were whispers on the streets of the rise of a new godfather. Like all other godfathers, he rose by the blood of a previous one. Leora had witnessed the rise of this godfather herself. She saw how he had come to the home of the Los Angeles godfather. She saw the lights flash and heard the defeaning sound of gunfire. And she knew a new godfather had taken the position. She rubbed her hands in excitement. She wouldn't be surprised if the Delaware mafioso started acting up again. They got ambitious whenever a new power rises. She rubbed the gun at the back of her pants and smiled.

"Congratulations, Godfather Zaheer," she said. She was the first one to congratulate him.

Sounded really gtret that the queen finally could make the staff worj as they should, good going Leora, its much better as a queen just to sit and being served all ay by hers maids.

The whispers around the streets were truly a great information that let a new GF be born, Congrat Zaheer for sure and now we just waits for the durdens to celbrate even mor with this newly GF.

And last Leora, let some of your working-staff maybe dig for you, you know what I mean *Blinks*

Leora looked to Furious Wolf, a bit touched. "Thank you, but I like to lead by example sometimes," she said simply.

Leora strode out of the Imperial Tower. She reached for the gun behind her pants and started marching on the streets. She had gotten much stronger recently, and she wanted to have some fun. She looked through alleys confidently, unafraid of ambushes. "Durdy, durdy, durdies!" she even started playfully singing. She wanted them to come, in fact, as a horde, before others got to them.

She had actually noticed the Durdens late. She had been enjoying her Japanese feast when she looked through the windows. There were multiple men lying face down on the ground on the various streets of Seattle. They had spiky hair and a naked upper body, which she knew were the signs of a full-fledged minion. She was disappointed that she was a bit late to the party, especially when she had been the first to see Godfather Zaheer's rise, but she would take what she can.

Now, here she was, humming a song. Sometimes, her song would be interrupted by the beat of a gunshot. Sometimes, she would punch a minion, and it would fly and hit a building. (Those were the minions she would use in her business as a corner contractor, as a matter of fact.) She would clap her hands, and vague lines would seemingly flit around her. Once the lines were clear, people would see a legion of maids and butlers from who knows where. She would ask them to wipe her face, and ask them to leave. Only she would be shooting these plebs.

Surely is good to lead by example sometimes and not go as all other do all the time.

Furious_Wolf hided himeslf for Leora that now see,s to ne on hunting-session and then its best to be away from this queenie so it didnt ended up in a coffin. And his life just flew away without any reason at all.

He heard the singing and when he heard that he understood that she wasnt so filled with killing anymore and walks up to her and pleades to her to be nice to all of her helpers  or else might they leave her for good mybe ;)

Las Vegas for sure took cre of that sad rogue fast and he didnt had any life in Las vegas for sure, not now an never ever. This is good so our Queen can sleep well this time too.

Luckily not all are weirdos in mafioso life, most of all know to handle the gangster-life so not such happens to often in here

Sits down and talkes a bit more to Leora abdout this sadnes shappened and assured her not to worry anymoreabout this, he said she better by help from her maids to get a wam bath for her so will she after that sleep good and be warm and feel good all night long.

Leora was near the pier of Waterfront when it started raining money. Yes, money. Some of the dollar bills went into the water, never to be claimed. However, with Leora there, it would rarely happen. She ran the length of Waterfront and caught the dollar bills with her mouth if need be.

Leora bathed in the rain and made money angels on the ground. She did back flips from building to building and caught money in the air. Leora got so rich she started paying her customers to take her Durd whores off her.

Leora was pleased, thankful for The Philanthropist 's generosity, or at least, that's what people on the streets called him. Leora would always look to the skies and wonder when it would rain next.

Leora looked to her shovel and sighed. It was dirt crusted like usual, but the blade was bent, and there were cracks that ran the length of the shaft. She knew she would have to replace her shovel soon. However, she was almost done. 

"Just one more fucking grave," she assured herself. She had been unlucky recently. She tried robbing tens of graves only to find poor bums with no jewelry to their name. She would even sometimes find that a fucker robbed the grave before and made sure to shovel the dirt back on the coffin so that people wouldn't notice. She didn't, and she had to find out the hard way.

She wouldn't be like that dumbass Tony Romano, the aspiring grave goblin. Her cousin diced his life away before completion. However, she was sure, that down the line of the family, she would find a persevering dumbass who would keep robbing graves, for the pride.

"Just one last grave. I'm tired of being a minion," Leora murmured to herself as she wiped the sweat off her forehead with her muddy hands.

Leora was back at the Imperial tower and relaxing in her Queen-sized bed. Her butlers were fanning her as she rested. Her maids were doing her nails while she closed her eyes. Leora had been doing a lot of work lately. She had robbed thousands of post offices and banks. There even lots of Durds off the street as she gathered them and whored them in her street corner. It was time for Leora to relax. She would beat her cousin's achievements soon. She would carry even more drugs than him, and perhaps become an actual member of an official member of a family.