Daniella pulled the last curler out of her hair, setting it on the vanity and shaking out her curls before she stood and looked herself over in the full-length mirror. She wore a well fitted black dress, that flared out at her knees. Flattering but tasteful, perfect for the occasion. Her long blonde hair had been curled and fell past her shoulders. She wore a pearl string necklace and she’d selected a wide brimmed black and white hat that currently lay atop her bed. The only thing missing were her pumps…..which were where exactly?

She was still settling into this new home, here in the Bronx. She’d focused on getting her headquarters fixed up first, wanting to make sure the crew was settled in comfortable, so her home was still in a half-unpacked state of shambles. She’d get around to fixing it up eventually but today she had an important meeting to get too and she didn’t want to be late. Digging through a box near her closet she triumphantly raised one shoe up before realizing she couldn’t find the second. Oh wait, there it was. Anyone watching would think she’d lost her mind and honestly they wouldn’t be far off. After slipping them on she was finally ready to go and just in time really.

Heading downstairs and out the front door, a car was already waiting to take her to the arranged meeting place. She double checked that her small handgun was neatly tucked into the clutch that she carried. The drive to the restaurant wasn’t long but it felt like longer than it was; she was nervous, she wouldn’t lie. She’d moved into a new district and had a new Godfather to answer too. She’d worked with Mouseycop for so long she wasn’t looking forward to meeting someone new. But she’d moved into the Bronx and she’d have to put up with it, for now at least.

When they arrived, she stepped out of the car and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. After a moment, she strode confidently through the door. The place was empty, except for the bodyguards that were hanging around. The sitting Godfather was waiting for her at a table in the middle of the restaurant. He was a older looking man who seemed stern, at least until he spotted her. His face broke into an easy smile and he stood from his seat. She extended her hand but rather than shake it he brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Don Daniella, your beauty is exceeded only by your reputation. Please, have a seat.”

She did as told, knowing the compliments, while flattering, were just words. This man in front of her was dangerous and she’d moved into his territory. With his permission, for the most part, but life wasn’t that simple. For the next two hours the two individuals would discuss many things. The future of the Bronx, what expansion would look like, how much she would have to tribute to him and how often. They disagreed on many things but Daniella was smart enough to choose her words very carefully. An easy smile, a wink at just the right time and the man would be just that much more cooperative.

When the meal was finally over, Daniella made her way straight back to her headquarters. There was so much to do and not much time to do it in. She’d play by this man’s rules, but she was also going to orchestrate his downfall.

Daniella was pacing. Having returned from her meeting with the Godfather of the Bronx, she went immediately into her office and sent for Kate, Aldora and Brant. She’d spent the car ride going over the things that had been said at the meeting and she didn’t like it, not in the slightest. She’d of course gotten the Godfather’s permission to auth Brant into a space of his own, but since then the man was acting like she owed him. He was straight out demanding things from her and his increase in taxes was to the point of absurdity.

When the three had arrived and taken seats, Daniella began to fill them in on what happened. “You all know I had to meet with the Godfather today. That man….well, let’s just say he’s made some incredibly unreasonable demands. Ones that I couldn’t possibly be ok with, not in the long run.” She took a seat behind her desk, shaking her head. “He’s in a weakened state and he knows it. With Godfather Borker’s taking over in Brooklyn, he’s losing his status here in the Bronx and it seems he’s decided to squeeze us just a little bit harder.”

“I can only think of one solution honestly.” Looking over at the three, Daniella sighed softly. “I am going to kill the Godfather of the Bronx. And I need to know that you three are with me.”

As Kate listened to Daniella's words she nodded the day had finally come there was only one way this would end and she would do anything for her friend her leader the woman whom had done everything to make sure she had the best in life. Kate looked over to Brant and Aldora before standing up nodding to Daniella and embracing her in a close tight hug.

"This is your district now and we are going to send a clear message by killing this old man whom has sat comfortably for too long everyone of his men shall die and at the end of the night he shall have a bullet in him they will all know your name tonight the streets will scream it!"

Kate walked over to the window and looked out upon it with a deep breath she turned back and smiled wide.

"This is a big step but those he has squeezed used the enemies he's made will embrace you the new GodMother of the Bronx shall rise up and take her rightful place because when the night is over and the streets spill of blood everyone shall chant as we celebrate."

Kate nodded before rushing out the door just before exiting she stopped and turned

"Tonight is a big night and I shall make sure everyone is ready there shall be no mistakes!"

Brant's face conveyed a boyish smirk only to be seen when he's at his happiness. He took a moment to gauge the reactions of the others in the room, but couldn't hold him his excitement for much longer. He burst out into a sword swinging dance, grabbing Kate and Aldora by the arms, jumping around in circles chanting "Winter has come, winter has come."

After a few seconds of this Brant remembers his place and looks over to see Daniella giving him a deathly piercing stare. He stops immediately and fixes his shirt, pulling on the bottom to straighten it out. 

"Ehm." He says through a cough, "Right. Well you know very well that I am always game to swing this sword around, just tell me when and where."

Brant's face turned serious, if only for a moment, "You will be the new Godmother here in Bronx and I couldn't be any prouder. I've worked with you since day 1 and I know my father would rejoice in this sight. Let us toast shortly afterwards"

Aldora had been catching up with her mail when she was called to Daniella’s office. She was not surprised to see Kate and Brant there also, Daniella had not long returned from her meeting with the current Godfather of the Bronx. As Daniella finished Aldora was suddenly swept to her feet by an enthusiastic Brant and swung around. After Kate and Brant had both finished speaking Aldora turned to Daniella.

“From the moment you accepted me into your family I have been proud to work alongside you, tonight shall be no different.”

Taking a hair tie from her pocket Aldora pulled her long black hair into a ponytail before continuing. “You know I’m ready when you are. Tonight the streets will run with his blood and the blood of his men, and you shall take your place as GodMother of the Bronx. The celebrations will be something to remember.”

Daniella had prepared for this moment since her meeting with the man, but she was still nervous. Earlier that day, after hours of preparing, she had called to arrange a meeting with the Godfather of the Bronx. All it took were a few choice phrases, and she’d gotten a dinner invitation in his home. She had everyone stay behind, except a single bodyguard that would drive her. He was under strict orders not to enter the home under any circumstances. She had to do this alone; it was the only way. If tonight didn’t go in her favor, he was to return to headquarters and warn the others. Kate, Aldora, Brant and the rest of her Bronx folks would know what to do next. In the meantime, her crew would be busy wiping out the rest of the Gdofather's crew, making sure none of his members were left alive to threaten them. 

Climbing out of the car, Daniella realized that she was shaking. She took a few deep breaths of the cool night air, closing her eyes and forcing herself to calm down. She was a tiger after all; she would go in there and do what she had set out to do. She would succeed.

It seemed like an eternity, waiting for the right moment. She’d smiled and laughed, drank wine, and pretended that all was well. She pretended that she was there for his wisdom and guidance. And then, just when he was letting his guard down, she slipped the small handgun from her purse. The first shot she made hit him, but didn’t send him down. The old man was tough. He came at her, trying to take the gun, but she was faster. The two scuffled and another shot rang out. After a moment, the old man slumped and fell to the ground. She’d done it, she’d killed him….but now she had to make it out of the house.

She could already hear the shouting of some of the man’s bodyguards as she rushed to get out of the room. It wasn’t easy; she had never run quite so fast in heels before, especially while trying to shoot at the men that were trying to catch her. One went down and then another, until she cleared the path to the front door. She made it back to her car with her hair messy, and her dress torn and bloodstained. Jumping in, she ordered the driver to get back to headquarters just as fast as he could.

They were all there when she arrived back, her crew and Brant’s. Her district was waiting to hear the outcome. It was her district because she was now its Godmother.

Tonight, they would celebrate together, and tomorrow, once the news spread, they would celebrate with whoever else decided to join in.

SadPanda awoke from a long slumber and stumbled out into the streets. He saw his good friend Daniella telling a story. It was odd because he remembers hearing bits and pieces of it before but it was great to here the entire thing now. He listened quietly but stood at a distance as his head was still pounding from all the whiskey the evening before. When she was done speaking he listened to the others speak and the story got better which each person. Finally Daniella finished it off and he ran over to give her a huge hug. 

"Congrats my dear. What a wonderful day it is today such a great honor to be working for the GodMother of such a great district in an amazing city. What a joyous time."

He started to walk away before he turned back towards her. 

"Hey, do you have a few dollars so I can buy some more booze?" 

Acer was busy dealing poker when suddenly the Bronx screamer came yelling through the streets and waving his arms...

"THE GODFATHER IS DEAD!!  DANIELLA IS THE NEW GODMOTHER!!"

Acer puts his deck away and walks out into the street to see the commotion as he pulls his pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and lights one.  He smiles to himself as he goes back into Brant's HQ.

"Things are looking up,"  Is all he can manage to say as he finds his place back in the HQ.

As soon as word spread, Charles decided to stop by and his pay his respects to the newly appointed Godmother of the Bronx. When he pulled up at his familiar old home, Godmother Daniella's HQ, the party had already started. A lot of familiar faces from all over New York City were in attendance. Charles had brought a bottle of some of the finest Whiskey in the country. He walked up to the Godmother and handed her the bottle.

"Congratulations Miss Daniella. We all knew this day was coming, but now that it finally has, it feels even better. A great step towards the future of New York. I wish you nothing but success in this endeavour. Now let's toast to New York!"

Charles quickly mingled in the crowd to catch up with some old friends before he left.

There was a lot to be said about being tactfully late, and Argyle knew how to pull it off with style. The party had died down a lot at this point but he was going to revitalize it all with his signature panache; running over to where he figured everyone would be, he quickly threw what he believed was a firecracker onto the floor, the loud explosion and dizzying white light that sent him back hundreds of feet into the middle of road told him that it was something else entirely.

Luckily the party was on the other side and he had only managed to bomb a quaint flower shop instead. As a single daffodil landed onto his head, he quickly plucked it up and walked over to Daniella holding it towards her as he had forgotten a proper gift, he was sure his presence would be more than enough.

Congratulations to you! The future looks bright in the city of apples if they continue to employ such talented people to high positions of power, I am sure you have a lot to do so I will keep this brief, but I wanted to come say great job on the whole Godfather thing, it suits you well.

Once he was done sucking up, Argyle walked over to what looked to be a penny but it was only a piece of burning rubble instead. Slightly disappointed he went to mingle with the other guests for a while, leaving Daniella to enjoy her newly achieved rank.

RF was very proud after hearing Daniella had taking out the ruling Godfather in her district and had taken it for herself. Grabbing as much booze as he could carry and making his way into the streets to congratulate her. 

"Daniella I am very proud to see you take this! I have now seen three of my good friends take this position. I am very happy for you and congratulations." 

Grinning and lifting the crate of booze he brought. 

"Lets get this party started!" 

SadPanda was still on his three day booze binder living it up since his leader, one of the people he respected most in the world. Someone that he has looked up to for a long long time made it to one of the highest ranks was still setting in. He was stumbling around when he saw his friend Argyle walk up. Argyle spoke for a bit and when he was about to walk up SadPanda walked up to him and gave him a flask. 

"Have a drink with me my friend. It isn't everyday that someone we are so close to gets such an achievement." 

He then pulls another flask out of his pocket taking a long swing and tossing it aside. He reaches into the front pocket of his sports coat pulling out a cigar. He puts it in his mouth and lights one end taking a puff. 

I wonder if there is any business I should be taking care of....