M.S.R.P. II

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<center> Master Bedroom and Bath

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<center> Grounds

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[font=Times New Roman, serif]Cristoforo's hand stroked his chin as he sat parked looking at the estate, his fingers running over the smooth, freshly shaven skin. Wearing a black suit, the man nodded his head and stepped out of the vehicle. He shut the door after him and made sure his pants and shirt were straight, real respectable, a good presentation. He was a Family's boss, he had to look good. Cristoforo was here to pay his condolences to the widow. You see, Cristoforo, when he was younger, had known the man that she had killed. How, you might ask, had he known him? Well...The guy doped up Cris' girlfriend and raped her behind his back. Yeah, the woman's ex husband was real nice...Wrong. He had made his money from the drug trade before settling down and buying into real estate. Now? Now Cristoforo was going to say hello to the wife...

He had heard the rumors, that she had killed him. He had heard about her, that she might have been more than just some wife, that she was a seductress, that she was a femme fatale. Unfortunately, they were just rumors. It was time for the man to figure out what she really was...Yeah, time to understand her ways. The man walked up the front steps to her door and his hand rose. He knocked firmly on it and then dropped his hand, standing there, patiently waiting for her to come.[/font]

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[font=Times New Roman, serif]Cristoforo stood there looking at the woman before him, his eyes running up and then down. Yeah, she is definitely a femme fetale, she sure as hell is not some woman to love a guy like him, he thought and sucked on his canine a moment. His eyes looked at the dress she was wearing and he took in her features, his eyes running over her breasts carefully before moving down over her flat stomach. Down her thighs and then back up again. What seemed like an hour to him was really just a second of appreciating the fine beauty that this woman had. He nodded his head slightly in appreciation and then stroked his cheek. "My name is Cristoforo cel Rau," he said, the end of the last name ending with a w, despite it not being spelled that way. He held the w for a moment and then closed his mouth as he looked at her. Cristoforo cel Rau...He was the guy that had taken over half of Southern Palermo. To anyone that was a criminal, you knew his name. If you killed for money, stole, anything like that, you knew his name. That's because he protected all of them...He and his sister protected the small time criminals...For a percentage of their earnings. He didn't say anything else to her but his name. It's time to see respect, he thought to himself.[/font]

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[font=Times New Roman, serif]Cristoforo bowed his head slightly when she allowed him to enter the house that she owned...Owned because of the murder of her husband. Oh you are a sligh devil, my dear woman, he thought and then turned to look at her. "Thank you," he said and then looked around. "Spectacular house you own...Purely fantastic," he said, marveling in the villa's beauty. "Excuse me for being rude, but...While I showed up unannounced as if I was a friend, I do not know your name," he said to her. "I am here to...offer my condolenses for your loss," he said and handed a bottle of wine he had been holding behind his back to her. Always bring wine, it causes them to stumble slightly, he thought. You see, seductresses preyed on weak minded men, men that didn't really know how to flatter a woman. Why go for a strong willed man when you could go for a weak one? You'd have him in the palm of your hand. Anyways...The wine showed that he knew how to act around a woman and that he knew what made things go 'round. Understanding a woman was a very important part of running a business with women in it. If you don't understand women, they'll slap you around and spit you out. Mighty cruel, eh? "It's a vintage year, you'll absolutely love it," he said and smiled softly.[/font]

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[font=Times New Roman, serif]Cristoforo looked at her and smiled gently. "Well...You tell me a night you are free and I will make time for you," he said to her and smiled. "I am free any night from tonight to any night in the future," he said. He could make time. If his information was correct, this little fox was a thief and killer. He looked at her and then grinned when he realized she wasn't thanking him for the condolences. Hmm, he thought and shrugged the thought off. "So you set a date and I'll be there," he said to her and smiled. "There is no need to ask for forgiveness, Angelina...I came to your house unannounced...What should I have expected? You in a formal gown with food on the table?" he asked and smiled, showing that he was kidding. "Besides...You look absolutely beautiful anyways," he said to her. Having watched her walk away, he saw her naked butt underneath her dress, caused by the thong that she had chosen to wear for her bathing suit. "So, Angelina...There's something I want to know," he said to her and scratched his chin softly, trying to piece together the words. Finally, he just nodded his head. "When you killed him...Did it feel good or was it purely business?" he asked her. Point blank, no beating around the bushes, he knew. He knew she had killed him and he knew that he had caused her much frustration and pain. Had he been watching the house? No...But he had seen the two together once and saw the look in her eyes. "Don't deny...Just explain," he said simply.[/font]

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[font=Times New Roman, serif]Cristoforo sat there looking at her for a moment and he could afford only to grin when she told him that she wanted to see him not in a week, or even in a few days, but that very night. So, she is attracted to me, he thought to himself, a small smile spread across his face. Very, very good, he concluded and then licked his lips. "Then tonight it is...I was not aware that you had such an attraction towards me, Angelina," he said to her with a nod of his head before he looked around the room. When she continued on with her information, he chuckled and nodded his head. "Ah yes...Well, for your information, he might very well have killed you...So, I suppose you did good for that. However, that is why I am here...You conducted a...a heist in my territory and it seems only fair that I...wet my beak," he said to her, looking her in the eyes. He was asking for a piece of the action. "I'll let you decide what it fair," he said with a smile before he rubbed his eye slightly. "Salvatore and I...We were not business partners, so no, not aquainted in that sense. However...I was dating a girl once and Salvatore, for some reason chose her to kidnap...He kidnapped her, raped her and drugged her, enough to kill her," he said. "However there was nothing I could do...He was...protected by the deals he did and I was not...So he lived. You just got to him first," Cristoforo said and nodded his head. Once again, he found his eyes moving over her body, however this time, much slower, purposefully taking his time, for her sake.[/font]

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[font=Times New Roman, serif]He looked at her for a moment and smiled softly. Yes, she wants me, it is blatantly obvious. Well, we'll just have to see how much her liking me effects the amount of money she gives me, he thought to himself before he rubbed his chin. "I hope I am more than just a decent man, Angelina," he said, saying her name with a hint of seduction. He was playing with her the same way that she played with her 'clients.' He nodded his head to her and chuckled. "Don't be sorry...It is over and done with...I found someone else, fell in love...Then she died," he said and shrugged. "But I got my revenge for that," he said and then crossed his arms. He wanted to have the money so that the business side of this could be well over and done with. Once that was done, he could enjoy her company and get to know the woman a little more than he already did. "So...Why don't you get the money that you feel is respectable tribute and then we can talk without having to worry about business," he said to her and licked his lips. The truth was, he wanted an excuse to see her thong clad butt as she walked away. When a woman has a nice body, it is very important that you appreciate that body to the fullest. If not, she will not want to take care of it.[/font]

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[font=Times New Roman, serif]Cristoforo looked at her for a moment and smiled. "That's because the majority of the men you're with, you're conducting business with," he said. He knew that her art was seduction and murder. Cristoforo's art was leading. He could lead men and do exactly what he needed to do to ensure they were all doing good. That was his art and he was pretty good at it. At least, he thought he was pretty good at it. However, when the subject went to money, he could see that she was once again trying to work her magic. Mm, you won't win my dear, he thought to himself. When she sat down on the arm rest, he looked at her body and then in her eyes. He leaned in close, his hand running up her stomach, very slowly over her breasts, not caring that he was touching her and up to her neck. He smiled and gave her a quick, seducing kiss before he stood. "I told you that I want you to decide...I think you will make the right choice," he said to her and walked to look out the window. "I have to admit...The view from this place is phenominal...You were very lucky to find a man like your ex husband," he said to her, a grin on his face even though she could not see it. "Very, very lucky indeed," he said softer this time as he thought to himself. He waited for her to get the money so that they could enjoy each other's company more than the company of money. [/font]

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