idkwhereiamorwhyimhere

[idkwhereiamorwhyimhere]

mafia au, femme character being underestimated then all of sudden whipping out a can of whoop ass n scaring the person being a dick

FUCK YES LET’S GO BEECH - didn’t come out hugely underestimated but I likey

(Lil char description for reference: Marth, female, hired hitman.)

“This shouldn’t be an issue. I say you, you do.” The male slammed a flat palm on the table, a sound resonating throughout the room. 

Marth watched as the man fretted, sweat beaded above his bushy black brows. “I don’t kill children.” She leans back in her seat, stretching her legs out in front of her. “I’ve already told you that.” As well as confidence, the crossing of her arms indicated a level of arrogance that the mob boss did not care for. 

The man stands abruptly, stout but with the fuse, firepower and support needed to be big in the world. “I’ve already told you,” He approaches her lounging body, towering over her petite form in the chair. “I say, you do.”

The motion was swift and faultless, Marth drawing the Glock from her side and pressing the barrel hard against the boss’ groin. The armed men in the room raised their weapons, commanding her to drop the gun. Her piercing stare remains on the man himself, watching the blood drain from his face. “I have no problem killing your ability to make children though.” She states calmly, standing up to be eye-level with the man. “We both know I would.” 

He clears his throat, a tremor distant in his tone, beneath the gruff mob persona. “Of course.”

“Tell your men to lower their weapons.”

There is a barely a pause before Marth presses the gun harder against his aching junk. “Okay! Okay. Men... Do as she says.”

Once their guns are on the ground, Marth replaces the Glock in the holster, her hands moving to her curved hips. “That’s more like it. You boys should learn to respect women a little more.”

No one looked happy and it was sure she was no longer welcome there. Her fingers brushed her gun as she stared back at the men. “Well, it was lovely chatting to you gentlemen. I best be off.” She spun on her heel to leave the room.

“Wait!” 

She was the best in the business. No matter her attitude or rules, those who knew her worth would tolerate her worst behavior for her services.