JOSI

The day has arrived. It has finally come.

It doesn't take months for things to come full circle this time. It doesn't take weeks for things to work out as in the case of Josi and her past squabbles. It takes thirteen days - thirteen days for Rand to plan his revenge. Josi is satisfied bay the Consigliere's speed, but she's even more so impressed. It had taken him mere days to pull some strings, to concoct his own plan against who he now considers his enemy. Idris Verdonni.

The ring served its purpose well as Josi knew it would. The Consigliere never took it off once, not when he was stuck believing the jewelry belonged to his deceased daughter. And due to that weakness, Josi was able to salvage his plans.

The saying goes 'the enemy of your enemy is your friend'. Well, Rand's friends in this case just so happens to be the Toulour family. The Consigliere ratted Idris out to his own enemies and derived some help. He came to them with information he knew would demolish the Verdonni family, and the Toulours welcomed him with arms full of warmth, as though he had climbed down their chimney with bags full of presents.

But the plan will only take place after the opera show.

Josi's journey into the opera house was eventful, due largely in part to the dress she chose to wear that evening. The backless tulle gown has been draped around her body by the straps on her shoulders. It gives way to the pendant necklace that graces her back down to the bottom. The head turns from the jewelry alone were ceaseless, hence why her trip inside was hectic. There were camera flashes everywhere, all scrambling to capture Josi's look.

Dami's dress wraps her body in the most dainty way possible. The lengthy silk garment includes a slit that teases the tattoo around her right thigh, a treat for both men and women to stop and admire. The gloves cover her arms, but accentuate the diamond ring on her finger. Josi has learned from Dami that being an assassin isn't only cut out for murder. Sometimes, theft comes just as useful.

Then there's Rosari in the middle who is currently in a battle with patience. Much like the other two, her v-neck gown is drenched in black. The long sleeves are cut-outs of laces, with a pair of gloves made from the same material. The thing that ties it all together, however, is the fascinator that keeps most of her features hidden. It is her father's funeral after all.

The three stand behind the railing, eyes down at the bustling crowd below. They're only but a spectacle amidst the masses, but they don't do much to attract attention. Three women dressed all in black. It's a difficult sight to miss.

Chatter can be heard from the booth next to the three. In fact, it can be heard from all around them, but Rosari completely tunes it out. Josi hasn't seen her move much since the evening began. But it figures since it's the day Enzo Maranzo will be lost in history, because his death isn't too far off. This is the thought she knows currently keeps Rosari's mind locked in a cage. It's the day of her freedom.

"How did you get Rand to turn against Enzo and Idris?" Roasri asks.

Josi ponders, then says, "All men have a formula. You just need to figure out what it is, add it to the calculation, and you have yourself an answer."

Both Dami and Rosari stare at her in perpetual silence. "Remind me never to become your enemy." Says Dami.

The audience breaks into another ovation from the performer. Meanwhile, Rosari still hasn't regained her composure. She clasps her hands, then unties them and sets them on the railing. She's anxious.

Josi squeezes her shoulder and gives her a smile full of certainty. "It'll be fine. Trust me."

Rosari finds assurance in that smile and calms herself down. But her anxiety gets the better of her again. "You're sure the bomb will go off?"

"I'm sure of it. Or at least, Rand made sure of it."

Rosari nods her head, releases a shaky breath, and turns back to the performance below. Things will work out fine. Josi is sure of it. It's a plan she created herself.

It isn't until a couple hours later that the show draws its conclusion. The three women bid each other goodbye and go about their separate ways. Now Josi is in a car ride with Idris, headed towards the location where his meeting with Enzo will take place. Rand knew of this meeting. And with this same knowledge, he derived his own plan. Killing two birds with one stone.

Josi has the option of watching Idris burn alive in the explosion, but that isn't exactly how she's planned for things to end. She wants Idris's downfall gradual and painful. She wants him alive where he can witness his own ruin. So for obvious reasons, Josi will keep Idris alive. Because she has something else planned.

Idris is in a phone call with who Josi can guess is Enzo, planning their schedule for that evening. The time now reads 10:24 P.M, granting her a total of thirty-six minutes before the fated hour of eleven. Before the building goes out in a fire. If Josi wants to save Idris from the attack, she has to delay his arrival.

The call soon comes to an end. Josi studies Idris for a little while, taking in as much of his side profile as is visible under the moonlight. The scar on his chin is as sharp as his bone structure, with strands of hair that stray from the rest. He looks out the window still under the impression that things will all work out in the end. How utterly clueless he is.

Josi taps his leg to get his attention. "I want to take the long way."

Idris knows what this means. He turns to the chauffeur. "Take a detour."

The driver nods through the rear view mirror, then rolls up the partition and dims the backseat. Josi climbs and sits on Idris's lap, eyes glued to his as the faint light illuminates his face. He looks her over and immerses himself in her beauty. And when the sightseeing comes to an end, Idris gives Josi a smile too mischievous.

"Yesterday wasn't enough?"

Josi gives him a smile of her own. "Don't waste this opportunity with words."

Idris is already on board. "Yes, ma'am."

The kiss starts out slow the way it always does, then spirals out of the passion between the couple. Josi's fingers become entangled in Idris's hair in the ways that make him grow eager. The bites she leaves on his lips don't help his case either. He sends his hands under her dress and grabs her ass as the excitement from the kiss fills him.

Idris leads a trail up her thigh and through her underwear. He slides a finger between the folds, guages her reaction, then slides a second one in. Josi grabs his suit, trying to brace herself. But she soon finds that action useless, because no amount of preparation could steel her for the pleasure about to come.

Idris starts off with a single finger. He moves it in, then out; repeatedly, but slowly - enough to drive Josi mad. With each passing second, Josi grows soaked, more wet, and she finds she can't even think straight. The strength she once had quickly fades away, replaced by a suffocating desire
that keeps her gasping for air. But it only grows more unbearable when Idris slips the second finger in. It's sudden and unexpected, enough for Josi to flinch from the intense friction.

From his smile, Josi knows Idris takes great pleasure seeing her this disoriented. He stretches his fingers apart and waits to see the reaction she gives, as though it were a reward. And when she moans, his smile stretches wider. But it seems he doesn't want the chauffeur in on their fun.

Idris leaves a trail of kisses up her neck and ends it with a bite on her ear. "Ssh."

Josi follows orders, or at least attempts to. She kisses him as a means to drown out the moans, which seems to do the job at first. But each time Idris stirs his fingers, Josi's restlessness furthers until she can no longer hold on. Until the kiss proves useless. She lays her head against his shoulder and hurls out curses, which only serves as more motivation for Idris.

He increases his pace, then decreases it, and watches Josi struggle to keep up. He seems to enjoy toying with her, something he does quite often.

Josi releases a groan that comes out as a plea. A plea to keep it going, or decrease the amount of pleasure to meet her coping standards? Josi doesn't know. All she knows is she's helpless in the position she's currently in.

"Go easy on me." Says Josi, still breathless.

Idris gives her a sly grin. "You never want it easy."

Josi knows he's telling the truth. Then finally, he gives it a rest, enough for her to take a breather. He sucks his fingers and savors the taste for as long as it lasts, his attention now out the window, probably looking to see if they're approaching their destination. Josi has no clue how far off they are from the location, but the show can't end now.

She turns his face towards hers and kisses him again, this time with more precipitance. Idris welcomes her tongue with much anticipation, eager to see where things will head this time. And Josi doesn't disappoint. She coats her palm with as much saliva, undoes his belt, and slips a hand into his trousers, still in that kiss that consumes them both.

Idris immediately tenses up from her touch, his heart in a race with patience. The warmth her hand brings makes him go stiff, and Josi can tell he's only barely keeping his composure. Things quickly heat up once the friction is added. Josi's pace is painfully slow at first, then gradually picks up speed - just as he'd done to her.

Idris brings his head back as the pleasure consumes him down to the bone. He can't contain himself after trying hard to do so, because Josi gives him no room. She keeps up the pace selfishly and watches his unstable reactions through it all.

Idris groans. "Josita-"

Josi sends a hand over his mouth. "Ssh."

Idris is smitten by this action. He sits back and lets her take charge, only able to savor the fulfillment she brings him in silence.

Then just as Idris is about to lose his mind, Josi ends the heavy petting, locks eyes with him, then slips it in. The two draw a sharp breath in as the pleasure overcomes them in volumes. Idris pumps out curses in his three languages, which Josi unsurprisingly understands. But the rest are tangents stemming from the burning gratification she provides him.

Idris clams his hands down around Josi's waist. "Keep going."

Josi doesn't have to be told twice. She grabs his shoulders for support and begins rocking back and forth, each motion delivering the ecstasy they both seek.

The air grows thick and heavy from the panting, their bodies perspiring from the action. Idris clenches his jaw and submerges himself in the fervent bliss. Josi can tell he wants more. He wants the pleasure to engulf his existence in its entirety. Well, she will give him what he wants. Because doing so means they won't be done any time soon.

The car only arrives at their destination once the two are satisfied. It's a building standing over two floors tall only, which has been made to look like some miniature lodging. But the only ones with access to it are the Verdonnis. The structure blends in with the others, except it seems to be surrounded by more trees than the rest.

There are more cars there when the couple arrive, probably from Enzo's mighty entourage as well as Idris's men.

Croff is there to greet the two - or at least, Idris - when they exit the vehicle. He's concerned about his tardiness. "Where were you?"

Idris pats the guard's shoulder as he walks by. "The car broke down."

Croff obviously doesn't buy his excuse. And to solidify his doubts, Josi saunters past him while in the middle of fixing her dress. She gives him a business casual smile and continues on after Idris, leaving the guard there to come to terms with the real truth. And it takes him a couple seconds to do so. He must be in some internal conflict with himself.

The sky has broken into a rainstorm at this point. Idris's men shield him with an umbrella, along with Josi who tails behind him on their way to the entrance. She's counting down every minute - every second until the plan finally runs its course. Thirty seconds remain.

Croff walks with Idris on their way to the building. "You're late. Enzo is already inside."

Idris clearly doesn't care. "He can wait a little longer-"

The bomb goes off. The explosion is massive. It wipes out half the building almost in its entirety, reducing it to mere rubble.

Idris freezes where he is, and so does Croff and even Josi. The fire is vivid under the dark sky at first, until it slowly fizzles out from the rain. And there it is. The main event of the night. Enzo Maranzo's death.

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