The older women pushed the cigarette to her lips, puffed out a large plume of smoke & pushed her hands into her handbag.
Barbara prided herself on being a Guildsman's wife, she wasn't one of the ordinary Woman Institute members, she dined at the top table due to Roberts power & influence,
The Guild needed the dark underworld to make sure that the establishment was always visible & essential, to the insiders, they all knew their was no difference.
Corruption, Nepotism were watchwords for this town, pigs at the trough but always in an established order as designed by the most senior brothers.
Barbara always looked like the mobsters trophy wife, she embraced the life, humble beginnings meant she grabbed what she could & accepted her role.
Without knocking & looking like she owed the place, she strode through Nicky & Marty's flat, it was no longer a worry if Nicky objected or not, the two Beta's were no longer in control of anything.
Barbara's Five-inch leopard print covered heels clacked loudly against the laminate flooring & brought Nicky out of her Kitchen with a startled look on her face.
The acrid Cannabis Oil Vape smoke filled the kitchen again and the older woman was so pleased to see the new mixture was doing the job that they had designed for the poor victim.
Nicola was dishevelled again & had still had on her bikini panties from this morning's vigorous masturbation session, her bruised sex was barely contained behind the thin cheap fabric, it itched constantly since her illness & she seemed to want to touch herself constantly.