Harley stood oblivious to the reactions in the room when she handed over the briefcase, only raising her guard when ‘the big boss’ started to speak about how her brother insulted him. She frowned, speaking in a light calming tone, “[color=7bcdc8]Already forgotten! Promise.[/color]” 

The Enforcer moved to open the case then handed it over to his boss. She noted that a small handwritten note was inside and figured that it was possibly some high-level information or perhaps an address to some money. Either of which she didn’t care. However, the way the boss was looking at it she could tell it wasn’t good. She took a step back, about ready to ask to leave when suddenly Corleonesi let her know exactly what it said. As the man spoke, her smile and heart dropped to the floor. She listened quietly, her breath hitching as she began to shake her head. [color=7bcdc8][i]Freddie wouldn’t do that. Not her Freddie. He had stolen from her and on a few occasions blackmailed her into helping him, but he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn't go that far. She basically raised him. She was the only family he had left.[/i][/color] Harley took a step towards the note when Antonino stood up and walked up to her. She took a step back, trying to keep an eye on him, when he walked behind her grabbing her hair roughly, telling her that if this was some sort of scam she would be in deep shit. She shivered, his tall form intimidating her. She wasn't a meek type though and a certain defensive edge came over her as she tugged her body away from him. 

She turned reaching up to touch her hair as she gave a glare at the boss, before turning to look at Ms. Holloway who seemed to be reading out her faults one by one. She finally started to speak up, anger brewing up through her, “[color=7bcdc8]HEY! I…[/color]” 

Suddenly she was caught off, by Antonino who implied she couldn’t pay off her debts the same way, that she assumed those girls out there did. Now she was really getting pissed. She spoke up harshly, her voice confident in the room, “[color=7bcdc8]I am not a fuckin’ whore![/color]”

No one seemed to admonish she had said anything. After Antonino drank his scotch, he spoke to her directly, letting her know she was going to get some time to evaluate her situation, and if she chooses to run away from the situation, big boy behind her was going to make her regret it. She turned around to look at the big guy behind her with a raised eyebrow, before turning back to Antonino, her green eyes boring into him as he made claim to her ownership. [color=7bcdc8][i]This was bullshit. She didn’t deserve this. She sacrificed everything for her brother and now she was OWNED by some asshole, mind you a handsome asshole, who was considering setting her up for a life of prostitution.[/i][/color] She grit her teeth, intense rage glistening behind her expression as she clenched her fists, her words cold as she raised her chin slightly, taking a step towards the desk. “[color=7bcdc8]I have a feeling not enough people tell you off MR BIG BOSS MAN or whomever you are!, but let me make MYSELF clear. I belong to no one![/color]” 

Suddenly Bruno grabbed her hair and basically half dragged her out of the room. She resisted at first, kicking at the desk then the door as she was pulled out of the room. She groaned painfully, as she  moved into the hall then up some stairs. She growled at the big lug pulling her, “[color=7bcdc8]I can walk on my own, asshole! OUCH![/color]” 

Suddenly she was pushed through a door, her body falling forward into a guest room. When she regained her balance she turned around to see the big man shutting the door. She listened to the door lock and pulled up her chin, sinking to her knees as she let her real emotions move over her. The realization of the betrayal really didn’t come into focus until she heard the lock and with it, she let out a harsh sob, tears broke through her expression and began to run down her cheeks. [color=7bcdc8][i]She couldn’t believe it. She really couldn’t! She had raised Freddie since their mother passed. She had given up friendships, lovers, and most of all college to make sure her family was taken care of and now she was being sold up the river to these people, she had never even heard of. Now she was being forced to make a decision to let these people kill her brother, if she had any clue where he is, or figure out a way to pay a debt she didn’t even incur. Blood debt.[/i][/color] She rocked slowly, falling back onto her butt, as she ran her fingers through her hair. She went over all the money she had in the bank, the possibility of living out of shelters, and giving up her...car. Anger and pain seared through her, as a fresh crop of tears washed over her. 

She let go for a while, just sobbing into her hands when she realized she had to stop. She didn’t have time to cry. They might be watching her now on a camera, and the thought of them seeing her this weak, made her feel even worse. She covered her mouth, trying to settle herself down. She breathed in slowly before slapping her cheek, and closed her eyes. She stood up slowly, rubbing her forehead as she moved over to the bed sitting on it. This was a mess. A HUGE FUCKING MESS! She spoke to herself alone, “[color=7bcdc8]You are an idiot, Harley. Soon as he gave you that look, you should have ran for the fuckin’ hills. What am I going to do? What the hell am I going to do![/color]” 

----------------------Some time later.

Harley lay on the bed quietly, her eyes boring down at a window, wishing she could just jump out of it into the streets below. The sky was now fully dark, but the city sounds still blared just outside her window. After looking through the guest room in curiosity, going through drawers and the closet she decided to just lie down and wait for someone to come get her. She held a pillow up to her chest, holding it tight as she began to prepare herself mentally for what was coming. She had an offer to suggest, but she knew a guy like him had to be convinced of a good deal. She had to sell her skills and be smart. It was a mistake telling him off like that. She would have to real in her temper if she was going to survive this, and that was the goal inevitably. Survival. At any costs. She would get out of this though. She had to. So for now, her fears just barely below the surface, she waited for the unknown.