[B]Gratia Mindaro [/b]

Sonny Dodici. There was a threatening, foreboding air to the man, a tangible sense of danger that oozed from beneath his fancy suit. A wolf in the guise of man, noted Gratia dispassionately, pushing the door to the SUV close with an almost final thud. Onyx eyes glanced towards the gangster, acknowledging his presence. Of the two Dodici's she had encountered, this one was far more fascinating. A wild animal barely restrained by the supposed "civilisation" of his clothing. A snarling beast playing at humanity like the rest of his criminal compatriots, but with the slightest hints of intelligence. 

"[color=66cd00]Delivery successful,[/color]" she reported, tone devoid of feeling, cold and flat. Just two simple words, uncaringly thrown to the wind.

She wondered if he would see through her facade, if he would provide her with an opportunity to enjoy herself. It was irksome, being forced to remain an infiltrator, to hide her desire to rip their puny organisation apart beneath an impenetrable mask of emptiness. Letting loose one more time would be cathartic. 

But she would wait. Let the animal make the first move.