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M.S.R.P. II • View topic - Heist - "Happy Anniversary, baby."

M.S.R.P. II

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[ The Seduction ]

April 1, 2004
10:00pm
Southern Palermo, Sicily

The twenty-four-year-old Angelina DeSalle was seated at the bar of a crowded cantina, idly shooting Tequila and watching the crowd. It was a warm night and she was dressed casually in a long, white skirt and a sleeveless cotton top. She was a newcomer in the coastal town of Palermo, having just arrived from her previous residence in California. And as such, business was going terribly slow. She had no connections here, no family, no friends. And no money. She needed money…

As she thought over her currently disappointing situation, a light, annoyed little sigh fell from her lush lips. Ordering herself another shot, she crossed one slender leg over the other and allowed her gray-blue optics to wander lazily around the bar. Her gaze passed over dozens of men, but none of them appeared to be worth her while. They were all drunk for the most part, probably spending their last few dollars on one more drink. Kind of like her, actually. But that wasn’t the point. She needed a rich man, someone who she could whore herself out to until she gained their trust. And then, quite by accident, just such a man appeared.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Angelina looked nonchalantly over her shoulder to see who exactly was speaking to her. She expected to see one of the rugged drunks, tugging at her skirt and looking to get her into bed. But the man she saw was quite different. He was a clean-cut young male, perhaps thirty-two or so, with dark features and expensive clothing. A gold watch circled his left wrist and his fingers were riddled with rings, but not one of them, much to Angelina’s delight, was a wedding ring. He was rich, and single. Perfect prey.

Tossing him one of her charming smiles, the little temptress nodded and motioned for him to take a seat beside her. He eagerly accepted her invitation then asked the bartender for another shot for the lady, and a martini for himself. He spent a good few moments silently, hungrily looking the shapely female up and down, as a lion would study his prey before going in for the kill. Angelina smirked. As if he was really the predator here…

When the drinks came, the ravenous male introduced himself as Salvatore Milano and offered her his hand for a shake. His dark eyes never left her lovely form, though they rarely made it all the way up to her face. They seemed to linger… elsewhere. Mostly in places considered private. It was blatantly obvious and Angelina noticed, but she merely indulged him. She tossed her hair and shifted her legs so the skirt inched up a little higher, now revealing a bit of thigh. The man looked as if he might pounce and devour her right then and there. But he restrained himself. Apparently he had better manners.

Angelina showed a satisfied smirk and took the male’s offered hand, introducing herself in a silky smooth voice as Miss Angelina DeSalle. As soon as her fingertips touched Mr. Milano’s palm, he lifted her delicate hand to his lips and kissed it. Evidently he was trying to seduce her with polite gentlemanly gestures. Of course, it wasn’t going to work. Angelina was the one doing the seducing., but poor Salvatore Milano hadn’t the faintest idea. He actually thought that he was in charge! Although, Angelina certainly made it appear that way, because she knew that was what he wanted. She managed to blush when he kissed her hand and looked deep into his eyes, as though completely taken with him.

This charade went on for the rest of the evening. The two drank and talked until the night had passed them by. Salvatore continued trying to woo the exquisite brunette, and Angelina continued to appear impressed. And as the young man continued downing his martinis, he became a little bolder. He rested his hand upon her thigh and leaned closer than necessary to speak to her, smiling a stupid, lustful grin all the while. Angelina could see the intoxication glazing over his eyes and his breath smelled strongly of Vodka. But she couldn’t let him drink anymore. It would be rather difficult for her to continue to seduce him if he passed out from all the alcohol.

At last she coaxed him out of the bar, explaining that she ought to be heading home. But at the thought of parting from this divine vision, Salvatore hastily insisted that he give drive her there. With a sweet little smile, Angelina accepted his offer and the two got into his black Mercedes and sped off. Somewhere between leaving the bar and getting to the turn off for Angelina’s house, Mr. Milano invited her to his villa for a cup of coffee. Of course, Angelina knew that he didn’t want coffee. He simply wanted her. But she couldn’t very well turn him down. He was doing exactly what she wanted. Soon enough, she’d have him eating out of the palm of her hand.

After a scenic drive to the peak of a mountain overlooking the sea below, Salvatore pulled the convertible into the rotunda of his spacious Italian villa. Villa Le Terrae, he called it. The house was absolutely stunning, much to Miss DeSalle’s liking. Salvatore insisted that he give her a tour, and again, Angelina accepted his offer. He opened the car door for her and took her hand to help her out. In return for his kindness, the stunning girl tossed him another charming smile. Salvatore grinned dreamily and continued to hold her delicate hand in his as he walked her to the front door of his grand villa. The two stepped inside and Mr. Milano distractedly led his guest through each room. Mostly though, he stared at her. Ever since they left the bar, he hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

Then, somewhere between leaving the master bedroom and going to get the coffee, Salvatore fell under Angelina’s spell. All it took was a few whispered words, a couple of touches here and there, a kiss or two, and he was begging for her. And again, she indulged him. Within mere moments, he’d pulled her into bed with him. The first thing he said to her the next morning was, “When can I see you again?”.

He was all hers now.

[ The Marriage ]

Night after night, Angelina came to see Mr. Milano. He adorned her with jewelry and expensive clothing in return and always begged her to come back to him soon. Then, perhaps a month later, he stopped asking when he could see her again. This time when he woke up with her in his bed, he asked, “Will you marry me?” How could she refuse? This man was absolutely perfect for her. He was rich, vulnerable, and trusting. He gave her whatever she wanted without question and asked for little in return.

So, just a week later, on the eleventh of May, the couple was married at a little Catholic church by the seaside. It was a fairly small ceremony, since neither Angelina nor Salvatore had much family, and the reception was quietly held at the ballroom of a hotel near the church. Their honeymoon consisted of a week-long sail along the coast in Salvatore’s modest boat, and soon enough they were back in his villa. Most importantly though, Salvatore signed his will over to his new wife.

Months passed and the couple remained fairly happy. Or at least, Salvatore was happy. Mrs. Angelina Milano was absolutely miserable. Her husband had changed much since their marriage. He kept her on a very tight leash…

“Angelina, come on! We’re going to be late!”

Salvatore was downstairs standing by the front door, eagerly awaiting his wife who was upstairs getting ready. The couple had been invited to a classy dinner party that night and Mr. Milano was a bit uptight about it. There was going to be a lot of important people at this party, and if Angelina didn’t behave herself… Well, it may damage his reputation.

At last Angelina trotted down the stairs, clothed in an elegant black evening gown with her dark hair pulled back. The minute she came within reach of her husband, he took hold of her wrist and pulled her out to his car. He opened the door for her and nudged her inside then went around the car to get into his own seat.
The two sped off to the home where the party was going to be held and stepped out. Mr. Milano immediately pulled Angelina to his arm and held her there as they walked up to the spacious home. He then preceded to tug his wife about, introducing her to his friends and colleagues. They were all completely charmed by her and praised Salvatore for marrying such a fine woman. But while he was deep in conversation with a business executive, Angelina saw a familiar face in the crowd and abruptly broke away from his arm.

“Joseph!” she cried excitedly, trotting over to her old friend. Joseph was a handsome young man about Angelina’s age with kind eyes and a cheerful smile. He grinned when he saw Angelina coming and opened his arms to pull her into a tight embrace. “Angie! God, you look gorgeous!” he exclaimed, picking Angelina up off her feet a couple inches and spinning her around a little. “It’s been so long! How’ve you been?” He set her down and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

Angelina grinned and parted her lips to speak, but before she could say anything, her husband was grabbing her violently by the wrist again and yanking her away from her friend. He pulled her out of the house, practically fuming, and headed to the car.

“What do you think you’re doing?! Do you realize how many people were watching you throw your arms around that other man? And right after I introduced you as my wife!” he yelled, swooping down on her and shoving her back against the car in his frustration.

Now, one might say that Mr. Milano was overreacting, but Angelina was getting quite used to it. And she used to think that she had a hot temper! More than once Salvatore had caught himself very near to hitting his wife for something as insignificant as getting into a little argument with him or glancing at another man. It was all Angelina could do to just continue being his sweet little housewife. The only thing that allowed her to keep up this charade was the knowledge that soon she would be rid of him. Soon, he would be dead.

[ The Murder ]

May 11, 2005
7:30pm
Villa Le Terrae

“Honey, I’m home!” The front door opened and Mrs. Milano stepped into the beautiful villa. She wore a little sundress over her bathing suit, having just arrived from her evening swim at the beach. Her chocolate brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and her cheeks were slightly flushed from the exertion of her exercise. Her piercing gray-blue eyes swept about the entry hall in search of her husband. A curious smile played upon her lips. She had quite a surprise in store for him tonight…

Mr. Milano walked downstairs to meet his wife. He greeted her with a glare and crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. “You’re late…” he growled forebodingly, narrowing his eyes at her. “I’ve been waiting for my dinner for half an hour. Where have you been?” he demanded, his dark eyes staring angrily down at his wife.

Despite Salvatore’s air of intimidation, Angelina merely smiled. “I’ve been busy,” she began, walking past him to the staircase. “I’ve been busy getting ready for our anniversary,” the sly girl continued, giving him a playful wink as she continued up the stairs.

This silenced Salvatore and quieted his rage. He smiled excitedly and walked up the stairs after his wife. “Really? Do you have something planned?” he inquired, wandering up behind her and setting his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them lightly. He could hardly believe that they had been married for an entire year. The days passed so quickly when he was with Angelina, and the nights passed even faster… Unfortunately, this feeling wasn’t mutual. Every day spent with Salvatore Milano was torture for Angelina. But in a few hours, it would all be over. She wouldn’t have to act any more.
Angelina gave a satisfied little smirk as she heard her husband’s footsteps behind her, but scowled when she felt his hands upon her shoulders. It was agonizing to endure his touch. She could hardly stop herself from pulling away from him. “I do have something planned… I thought we’d go for a little boat ride first. Then I have a surprise for you...” she purred silkily.

Salvatore smiled again and slipped his arms around his wife’s slender waist from behind. He dipped his head down to kiss her neck and nip at her ear. “A surprise…?” he inquired curiously, looking at her thoughtfully. “C’mon, tell me what it is…” he probed hopefully, nuzzling her hair and pulling her a little closer to him.

Angelina shuddered when she felt Salvatore’s arms around her and her skin seemed to crawl when he kissed her. Unable to bear him being so close, she slowly pulled out of his arms and headed into the master bedroom to change. “You’ll find out soon enough,” she replied simply, going through her wardrobe and finally pulling out a light sundress. She got dressed and chose a purse to bring then headed past her husband to go downstairs. She could hear him fumbling around upstairs, probably getting himself dressed as well, and she walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses, then carefully took out a sharp, serrated steak knife and slid it into her purse. A devious little smile came to her lips as she left the kitchen and walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Almost ready, sweetie?” she called up to her husband, eagerly licking her lips. After tonight, she could finally have her life back. She could be herself again.

Moments later, Salvatore walked back down the stairs and smiled to his darling wife, leaning in to kiss her. “Ready,” he then proceeded to take her by the hand and lead her out of the house and down to the dock where his boat was kept. The couple boarded on then sped off. Salvatore drove them a few good miles out into the open sea to watch the sunset.

Angelina eyed her surroundings and was really quite satisfied. They were totally alone. There was no sign of land or people anywhere nearby. So, she took out the champagne bottle and poured them each a glass. Salvatore came to sit beside her. He took his glass and leaned over to kiss his wife’s neck again, allowing his free hand to tentatively rub her thigh. “So… When do I get my surprise?” he growled hotly into her ear, smiling expectantly.

Angelina smiled and quietly sipped at her drink, crossing one leg over the other and smoothing her dress coolly. One would never guess that she was about to kill her husband. “Finish your champagne first,” she told him, “Then you’ll get your surprise.”

Salvatore hastily gulped down the remainder of his drink and smiled at her hopefully. Angelina gave a little laugh and set her glass aside. She then moved to stand behind her seated husband. She massaged his shoulders gently then moved up to his neck, rubbing it soothingly. She felt him relax beneath her hands and glanced down to see him closing his eyes. Smiling silently, she combed her fingers through his hair then rested one hand under his chin and the other upon the top of his head. Then, with a sharp twist and sickening crack, she broke his neck.

“Surprise.”

He was dead. Now all she had to do was get rid of the body.

Angelina calmly walked over to her purse and drew out the steak knife. She ran her fingers along the blade and smiled as she approached her husband’s body. She hoisted him up and leaned him over the edge of the boat. Then, as though she were merely preparing dinner, she sliced through his wrists, cut his throat, and shoved him overboard along with the knife. Blood poured into the water below, turning it a deep shade of red and most definitely attracting every shark in the area. However, Angelina made sure that none of the crimson liquid stained the boat. She couldn’t have the cops finding her husband’s blood all over the boat after she told them he accidentally fell overboard and drowned.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Angelina smiled and picked up her glass of champagne. Leaning over the edge of the boat, she watched her husband’s bleeding corpse sink into the depths of the sea.

With that, she revved up the boat’s engine, and sped off towards home. She took her time and arrived around 2:00am. Once there, she carefully pulled the boat into the dock and hopped out, bringing the champagne and glasses with her. She then coolly walked into the house and went to the kitchen. She pulled out a couple bottles of Vodka and trotted back to the boat. After emptying out a good portion of the alcohol from each bottle into the water, she tossed them into the boat near the driver’s seat. She then popped up the throttle, sending the boat off full speed out of the bay. But before it got too far, she jumped over the side and swam back to the dock.

The job was done. She was free.

After drying off, the wife of the late Salvatore Milano poured herself a second glass of champagne and idly walked back out to the dock. She looked quietly over the waves and smiled, raising her glass to the ocean.

“Happy Anniversary, baby.”

[ The Aftermath ]

After Angelina’s little toast, she mustered up some tears and went to the phone. She called the police and told them her husband had disappeared. His boat was gone and he had taken a fair amount of alcohol from the bar. She sounded like a sincerely panicked wife, worried about the fate of her loving husband. Angelina had always been a wonderful actress.

Unfortunately, at least for the police, no body was found, nor any other sign of evidence. They did retrieve the boat, which had crashed into a reef miles away from shore, along with the remains of broken Vodka bottles. The day after the search, Mr. Salvatore Milano was pronounced dead.

About a week after her husband’s death, Angelina went to pay a visit to her husband’s lawyer to discuss Mr. Milano’s will. She was really quite excited about the meeting. This was where she officially received all of the things she’d been working for.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Milano,” the aged lawyer said upon Angelina’s entrance into his office. He stood up and shook her hand then gave her a consoling pat on the shoulder. Again, she had managed to gather some tears and put herself in a somber mood. She really did look like she was sad about her husband’s death. Once again, she was a very good actress.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fantalo,” she managed to murmur, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk and dabbing at her eyes with a wrinkled handkerchief. She sniffled a little and looked down solemnly.

Mr. Fantalo frowned sadly and looked across his desk to the pretty young woman mourning over her husband. “I was so sorry to hear about Mr. Milano. He was a good man,” the lawyer began slowly, “Although, I am happy to say that he has certainly provided for you in his will. Let’s see… He has left you, well, everything. His car, his house, his fortune, and all of his possessions.”

Angelina managed a weak smile and gave a small nod. “I see. Well, thank you. You have been most helpful,” she murmured softly, standing up and shaking his hand once more. She then left his office, hopped into her husband’s Mercedes, and drove off to her home.

It was over. She was free.

Requests:

Ex-Husband’s Black SLK Mercedes
Ex-Husband’s Home (Villa Le Terrae)
Ex-Husband’s Fortune (x amount)
Ex-Husband’s Possessions (Sig P232, found in house safe)

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Okay... first off the avatar is hot... now on the heist....

Wow.... that's all I got to say. Pure excellent writing. I don't believe It's your first heist. Damn, really good. Okay now let me start on the bad stuff though there is only one thing that I found, nothing big though. I don't like how you move around with your character, you could explain more, like walk around more then just sit still. But that can be fixed easily, trust me. Now on the good stuff about the heist. Pure excellent explaining everything. My favorite part? Has to be when you kill the husband, old school, braking his neck. 8). Cruel but nice, very nice. I really liked the write up, all I can say is keep on writing, you'll be the next Ebz or Ayu, when you find out you'll know who they are. Trust me keep writing and you'll be a pure legend, very good. Now I'll stop wasting your time and onto the requests...

Ex-Husband’s Black SLK Mercedes - Approved, brand new Mercedes.
Ex-Husband’s Home (Villa Le Terrae) - Approved, even though you said It's kinda' big, It Isn't that big, normal house.
Ex-Husband’s Fortune (x amount) - $35,000
Ex-Husband’s Possessions (Sig P232, found in house safe) - [color=green]Approved, with one box of bullets containing 50 bullets.[/color]

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Get off my nuts, faggot.

[Mr. BigValboski; Said;]
How could you leave MSRP! FAGGOT! TRAITOR!

[Eli The Dealer; Said;]
Just like when I left your mom after I fucked her without a condom, and she became pregnant with you.

[Mr. BigValboski; Said;]
My mom killed her self

[Eli The Dealer; Said;]
Yeah, so would I if I was her, I mean raising a kid like you by her self... damn... good for her.


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After reading this masterpeice, I must over-rule a few minor areas of Eli's judgement.

Ex-Husband’s Home (Villa Le Terrae) - It's a Villa.
Ex-Husband’s Fortune (x amount) - I am awarding an extra 35,000 because I assume all of his assets would also be liquidated by the lawyer.


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[Eli The Dealer; Said;]
Get off my nuts, faggot.

[Mr. BigValboski; Said;]
How could you leave MSRP! FAGGOT! TRAITOR!

[Eli The Dealer; Said;]
Just like when I left your mom after I fucked her without a condom, and she became pregnant with you.

[Mr. BigValboski; Said;]
My mom killed her self

[Eli The Dealer; Said;]
Yeah, so would I if I was her, I mean raising a kid like you by her self... damn... good for her.


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