Lavinia Monroe narrowed her eyes as she observed the crime scene. She was trying to get to a certain coffee shop until she ran into a horde of reporters. Curiosity had gotten the best of her. She caught a glimpse of the victim and almost reeled in shock. The amount of ice spikes in the dead man's body just read 'over kill'. She just knew that the poor man was killed by [i]that[/i] family. Revolting. Just thinking about them sent tingles down her spine. Ah, how she loathed the Addarios! To her, all of them were rough and common, and they gave themselves the airs of a powerful crime syndicate. 

She couldn't stand it anymore - the heat, the yelling, and the scent of blood in the air. Lavinia pushed her way through the crowd, pinching people who blocked in her way. She was not in the mood to patiently wait for people to move. Finally out of the crowd, she continued towards her destination, her heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. Her smart phone then suddenly rang. Whipping the device out of her pocket, she glanced at the caller ID that read as 'Restricted'. Without another moment, she picked up the call. 

"What do you want," she growled. 

"Hey, chill. Just checking up on you," a laughing voice replied. 

"Not funny and necessary... You saw what happened?"

"Yeah, careful, [i]they[/i] might be around. Call me immediately if you get in trouble." 

"Drake Alphonse Carosa. I am not a child," she sternly said before ending the call. Lavinia sighed again before brushing back a few strands of platinum blonde hair from her face. Within minutes, she stepped inside the quiet coffee shop. Her instincts screamed for her to stop and asses the situation. She quickly glanced around the shop, noticing two men in the back. One of them had his gaze fixated at... her? A look of annoyance crossed her face. [i]"What are you looking at, punk,"[/i] she mentally thought as she went to order her coffee.