He listened to her and at mention of that prick from the night before he started to feel himself getting pissed again. 

"Fuck that. Your getting a new pair today. Something that will match your uniform. Come on!"

He made his way over to the shoe shop, and held the door open for her. He couldn't be too pissed off, that bastard more then paid for what he did, he would be eating through a straw for a long time. As they entered the old man behind the counter smiled and waved him over. They made small talk about what he was looking for, the cobbler took his measurements, and got plenty of specifics from the both of them. When they were ready to leave, Tommy opened the door for her and guided her back to the brothel.

"Anything else yous need before we go the fuck back in there?"

She had picked out a pair of heels very similar to her favorite black mary janes that she was when working. The strap just complimented her ankles making the illusion that they were smaller and daintier than they really were. She felt a little uncomfortable about not paying for them though, and cursed herself for not bringing her money along with her.

She laid her hand on the door and thought about it for a moment. "Actually.. now this is up to you but I could really go for a coffee?" She asked, thinking about the cafe from yesterday morning. She had been quite rude to him yesterday and he had defended her honor last night. She at least owed him that second chance. 

When he asked her that, it was sarcasm, there would be no coffee. But he wouldn't get mad at her for that, he would however give her a drink. So in response, he shook his head and opened the door, beckoning her in. When she went in, he guided her to the bar and ordered her a shot of whiskey and a shot of vodka. That would wake her up, did for him anyway.

"Take these, it will wake you up. No coffee runs today princess, we got work for yous to do."

She wasn't going to complain with a couple shots of liquor, but he couldn't say she didn't try. But then again boris did say he had the day planned and she surely dipped in to that schedule already with the unexpected shoe excursion. She downed the drinks back to back, having to screw up her face a little towards the end of it. 

"Whew ya, that will definitely do it. " she coughed and could already feel the extra pep in her step.

"so, what's next?" 

"Now you get to help me take out the trash."

Naturally Tommy didn't mean the actual garbage, instead they needed to cut some lose ends. She was family, she needed to see the other side of the business, the whore house was just a front for the real shit. As it currently stood, there were two nearly dead men inside his trunk, one was the man that had beaten her, the other was Enrique, a shady little prick who thought he could try to sell cheap cocaine in Tommy's neighborhood. Both of thems was about to go sleep with the fishes in the Detroit River. He led his assistant out back to a black car, they both hopped in and his driver, Roger, pulled out. Their destination wasn't too far from the Honey hole, it was the only water front property that Tommy owned. A small riverfront warehouse. He bought it specifically to make people dissapear, but he also used it for his drug trade. His guards got the gate open and Roger brought them right where Tommy needed to go. There were entrances to the warehouse from the waterfront for interior unloading. tommy nodded to Amelia, signaling for her to get out of the vehicle, then he got out, allowing roger to open the trunk and show Amelia the two, tied up, half dead men.

He just bought her lovely new clothes, and now he was going to make her take out.. the garbage? that didn't make much sense but okay whatever he wanted he was getting today. She was about to head out back to start carrying things to the dumpster when instead he took her to the car confusing her just a bit more. She was quiet for the majority of the ride, mostly taking in the scenery around her. She hadn't been here long enough to really discover any of the really attractions of detroit. Eventually, the car turned off into a gated area and she had to try her best to pick her jaw up off the floor. This was clearly one of the loveliest houses she had ever seen. Elegant and powerful and yet comforting and homey. Maybe she had to clean this place up...? 

Amelia got out of the car, and followed Tommy around to the back. When they popped open the trunk, instantly her skin began to crawl.  He lived.. She had expected him to be long dead by now or shoved off the side of the road somewhere, never had she thought she would need to see him again. Instantly she became angry and it was hard to hold in that frustration. He had fucked with her head, her body and broke her and he still lived.. cunt..

"Okay what is he doing here Boss..." she spat, not angry with tommy, just angered in general.

"Alright princess. Yous already know one of the pricks, heres the deal. Both of them are about to swim with the fishes. So I gots a special treat for yous. That prick is about to die, so yous can do whatever you like to him before it happens."

He waved for a couple of his boys, who promptly pulled the two men out and threw them on the concrete by the boat docks. There were two buckets waiting to be filled with cement, to help the boys to their new home. This place was the perfect set up, he had it styled to look like a house, to keep the city's inspectors away. It supposedly had johnny and his family living in it, and from the road it looked like a large house. But realistically it was filled with staged drugs, getting ready for distribution, a pallet of bagged concrete and a large stack of buckets. 

"So while my boys mix up the concrete, yous can get some vengeance. Ill even let you push the fuck in."

She placed her hands on her hips and lifted an eyebrow. He was gunna let her do what now....? That she really wasn't expecting and the sadistic side of her was honestly elated to have the opportunity.

"Your for real?" she asked Tommy, almost waiting for a 'just kidding' to come out of his mouth. She had killed in the past, but only out of necessity not out of choice..

"I want something sharp.. Maybe a knife.. you got a set of knuckles around? I can bare fist it but I like to keep my hands lookin dainty" She stood up straight for the first time since saturday night and held her head high. Poor fucker...

Tommy whistled, his boys looked up, including the cement mixers. He turned to them first.

"Not you, morons, keep mixing."

Then he turned to the others that were looking at him, waiting for him to speak.

"You boys, go grab the kit."

They knew full well what the kit was, it was a rolling toolbox filled with torture implements, and ironically the tools required to fix the boat hoists, should they break. They hurried out and were back in a matter of seconds, rolling a tall, heavy looking red toolbox. They parked it right by her and went back to their posts and duties. They were good men, all of them, he had a real tight outfit. He checked on the concrete mixers, they were working on Enrique right now. Dirty Cuban fuck. He was learning the hard way that you didn't want to fuck around in Detroit.

"Alright Princess, there is a box of toys. Have fun, just don't kill em, I like the fact that they know theys about to drown before it happens. That and they can see all the others down there."

He chuckled. There was a small subterranean cave underneath the building, Periodically he sent men down to drag the bodies into the cave and out of sight, so it didn't fill up too much. Though the water there was plenty deep to keep things out of sight.

"Oh, and go quick, these two will be done with the cement shoes for Enrique soon, then they will need to start on him."

She opened the box and dug through to get acquainted with her surroundings and didn't say another word to Tommy. Instead she grabbed something she knew had worked in the past, she was sure she could make it work again. She took the screwdriver with the Torx tip and walked over to the man taking a seat on his lap, and crossing her legs. She drapped an arm around his shoulder and leaned in close whispering to him so only he could hear her words. 

"You know, when i first saw you I saw your face, thought you were pretty cute, tolerable at the very least .. then i saw your money and boy did that turn me on. But you weren't a person you were an object. So i guess i shouldn't have been surprised when you started treating me that way as well. Of course i didn't beat you , i just wanted to get paid. But you see what really bothers me in all of this..." she took the tip of the screwdriver and dragged it along the inside of his thigh "... is that I couldn't have been the first one you had done this too. You knew exactly how to hold me, exactly what would make me weaker like you had a strategy in place.. and that to me means you have done this before." She dug the tip in, just below his navel hard enough to start drawing blood. 

"And the worst part about knowing that, is thinking about the other girls. The ones who weren't as lucky as me, the ones who are still ruined by the images you gave them, by the pain you inspired. And honestly darling thats what sickens me the most." she kept pushing the screwdriver in deeper. "So irony is now i'm gunna screw you over.. just like you did them !" She chuckled her speech getting a little louder now, and tossed her head back standing up. She placed a hand on his arms and bent down giving him that lovely view of her breasts. Her fingers tiptoed up to the back of his head and roughly grabbed his hair pulling it back. "It's not nice is it...? " she took her tool and stabbed it into his thigh. "But i'm glad i had this closure. Get this shit off my chest ya know? Cause that could have fucked with me for a while.. but at least now i know you'll never hurt anyone else. That women will be happier without you in the world . " She pushed him, forcing him to fall back and his head off the ground. ".. Just think. If you had been nicer, we could be fuckin right now babe." she winked and walked back to Tommy. 

"I said what i need to say, He's theirs now" She said nodding toward the group of henchmen.

Tommy watched her, this had been a test. One that she had passed, she had the balls to do the dirty shit. Good for her, if she kept playing her cards right he'd have room for her to move up. Now that he thought about it, it made sense that she was a killer, Arizona wasn't stupid, she knew how to feel people out for the family. He nodded to the two guys that had gotten his bucket ready, they put the cement shoes on him, and when it was dried he had them toss Enrique in. He turned to Amelia and beckoned her to do the honors for the other guy. His boys had him right on the edge, ready to be put in the water. 

Amelia stood above the man. There's a certain strength you feel when your about to take someones life. an extreme sense of superiority. This guy was a waste of life anyway, the world would be a better place without him. Really it was just natural selection. 

"Your actions have consequences mate. Remember that in your next life eh? Maybe you'll do something good with it. " She blew him a kiss, a wink and a wave before pushing him over the edge. It was nice to be in control of these situations, usually when she had killed in the past it was out of necessity , kill or be killed. This was a lesson and it felt powerful.

"Now is as good of a time as any."

Tommy laughed that hearty laugh of his.

"Welcome to the family Princess, this just showed yous got the guts for the work."

He waved his hands to his boys to clean everything up, and put an arm around Amelia, leading her to the car. They climbed into the backseat and Roger began to drive them back to the Honey Hole. He had been hoping that shed be more then just another broad he had to babysit. He couldn't be more pleased, he'd have to pay a visit to Arizona and thank her for the addition.

"So yous don't mind getting your hands dirty eh?"

Her eyes burned with tears that she dared not shed, from the mixture of emotions that crashed over her in waves. The anger and frustration of her life and it's plummet to the bottom, of the fact another life has ended by her hands, and yet also the joy and excitement of the new direction her life was taking. Like she had taken that series of unfortunate events, and putting them to rest giving that life an ending for the beginning of the new she was starting. Life would always be ridiculous, and the hard came with the good. She had been dealt a set of cards, and she just had to make the right choices with them, and for once it was beginning to feel like she had a chance at winning. 

"You get desensitized to a lot of things through life, and I've come to realize sometimes you just cant avoid things getting messy. Do what ya gotta do to survive right?"

 Tommy wrapped his arm around her and she couldn't help but look up to him and smile. She even slipped her arm around him, leaning into his chest a little as they walked. 

" You know, i didn't really know what i should have expected out of today, and that uncertainty was quite nerve wrecking, but i have to admit, so far today has actually been pretty good. Thanks Boss." slightly sickened by how easy it had been to kill someone again.. but she'd get over it. 

He smiled at her as the car pulled up to the Honey hole, before opening the door eh turned to her and spoke.

"Today ain't done yet princess. But I am proud of yous. "

He finished that statement with a wink as he climbed out of the car and began to walk towards the front door of the brothel. He stopped to make sure that she was following him, Pretty soon they would be open for business. Now her real work would begin.

She chewed her lip knowing her was right. This feeling was just temporary, and soon reality would come rushing back.. still it was nice to have that brief moment of peace. He did have a point, the day wasn't exactly over.. he could still have more things planned. But she was starting to lose the fear she had in the morning, and Every Sunday probably wouldn't be like this.. but she would let it ride out and see how far her goes. As for now this gave him an excuse to pay attention to her, and from a prostitute's stand point - that was a promotion. 

"Your right, Nights young. What is my next mission?"

He brought her in and walked her around towards the back, there were three small rooms over there. He pointed to them and spoke to her, a small grin on his face.

"I don't know if the girls have told yous about these rooms yet. These are the rooms for the specialists. Now we call them that cuz they are always orderin special things from the girls. Weird stuff, but nothing dangerous. Now I like them. Specialists are regular, they dont cause no trouble and they always pay a nice premium."

He pulled his pocket watch out and checked the time, he smirked. 

"Business is going to start soon, and I want you to fill in for the specialist role. Knowing people, and their darkest secrets is good business, and all these johns are hidin this shit. So go get yourself dolled up and sit in room #3."

He began to walk away, when something struck him. He turned back around.

"Oh, dont yous worry, they dont want to do anything violent, they know better; and wes done for the night."

That was an interesting turn, she didn't mind weirdos tended to be the nice ones, big tippers and she had barely any limits at this point. In a way this, was almost her specialty, potentially the easiet of the tasks she had performed all day. People had weird kinks, and if you exploit them than you can get anything you wanted, and if that eventually lead to information well then even better. 

She started to walk to room #3 and stopped turning around curiously. "Clothes in here, or am i keepin' this maid outfit on?" she was sure maid had to be some sort of fetish. 

So... Anything? She was a little confused and didnt really know what to be expecting. Just how weird did these people get, and if they were specialty clients, then they were regulars and expected a certain type of girl. Well good thing she was decent with improvisation. She opened the door to room 3 and stepped in side taking a good look poking around a bit before she started getting ready. 

The room was fairly large, with no bed, instead a 4 post table in the center of the room with hooks and latches for restraints ,a love seat along side the wall by the door, a big closet and a few large cabinets with 5 drawers in each. The other furniture was the oddest part, weird tables and  benches like she had never seen before. She walked up to the dressers first inspecting it's contents to see just what might be in store. Pulling out the first drawer she saw some interesting things, like a small green handle vibrator that had a handle like a gun and a tip with odd little bumps on it. There was something that looked like a hammer but one side tapered off an odd rolling pin and a few other electronics. 

The second drawer had cuffs and chains all of shapes and sizes, collars and weird doodads made of metal. During her search she found a drawer of assorted whips, nail polish and creams muzzles and shackles,. She looked up to see loops hanging from the ceiling which she assumed would be used for ropes and such. what the hell had she just agreed too? 

She finally got to the closet and took a peak inside. There were a few lengths of rope and a bunch of really revealing clothing. She picked out a corset and with a little struggle strapped herself into it. A pair of black thigh high stockings with garter belt and accessories. She finished the look with a sheer black floor length robe that didn't exactly leave much to the imagination. Ame fixed up her makeup and hair until she decided she was good enough, and waited for the arrival of her first customer.