[Center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190917/fc8bccfe622e9dca86786bd41d5d91ca.png[/img][/center]

[B]Bella's Condo, Downtown Atlanta[/B]
[hr]
"You know I HATE this shit, right?" Bella was pacing in her heels that clicked on the hardwood floor of her living room. The woman was dressed in a black wrap dress that was suited for her day to day entrepreneurship. Across from where she paced was a bruised man in his boxers on his knees atop of black sheets of plastic. Two men in clean suits stood beside him to ensure Bella would have less to worry about. [Color=magenta]"Ooh I really hate this shit! I hate it!"[/color] She stopped in her tracks to make eye contact with the man on his knees. [Color=magenta]"I bring you into the fold. I let you call a few shots. Be treated like a grown-ass man!"[/color] Bella thrust her hand down in the air, causing the man's face to be slammed into the floor. A hard smack and whimper were heard as a result. [Color=magenta]"I don't even want to look at your fucking face… but I have to."[/color]

The man's body was then raised off the ground and hovered upright over the plastic, his face now trickling blood from his broken nose. The man whimpered but didn't seem like he could get a word out.

[Color=magenta]"My father always told me I had to look people in the face. Always."[/color] Bella stared the man in the eyes for a few seconds in silence as he looked back with fear. The man's eyes burst in their sockets. [Color=magenta]"Not the fucking eyes! Just your face you piece of shit."[/color] The man cried unintelligibly in pain before repeatedly slammed to the floor. Each time his body smacked the plastic-covered floor a grunt or the sound of something breaking was heard. Bell simply waited till she heard neither, just the sound of a limp body smacking the floor. [Color=magenta]"Clean that shit up."[/color] Bella ordered the two men before she walked away and into her kitchen where a line of cocaine waited. 

She knelt down to it while pinching one nostril closed and snorted directly into her open nostril using her telekinesis to guide the powder where she wanted it. The rush was good, but it couldn't compare to the first line she snorted to prepare to do what she just did. The man she had just killed had not only taken money that wasn't his, but he was heard saying that Bella should have stayed gone with the rest of the four million. He sought to delegitimize her, so he, in turn, had to go. Her phone rang for about a second before she answered. It was her childhood friend and now subordinate, Anthony.

[Color=magenta]"Yes, Anthony?... What?! What the fuck do you mean they're all dead?!... Jace?! Who the fuck is Jace?!... Just fucking Jace?! Get his fucking last name, Anthony! And get Hector in contact with me!"[/color] Bella hung up the phone. [Color=magenta]"FUCK!"[/color] Everything in Bella's immediate vicinity trembled.