Rebecca a légèrement renversé ses teintes aux deux, les yeux se rétrécissant et le sourcil se plissé dans le délire. Drôle, elle ne se rappelait pas que c'était une réunion publique, et si elle avait son whiskey irlandais Rose à ses côtés, elle montrerait à ces deux connards comme ils étaient impolis d'interrompre ses affaires privées
Et alors qu'elle n'avait aucune hésitation à propos d'Ivan, le gentleman dapper qu'il était... sa peau a commencé à démangeaisons quand la Salope de l'Enfer s'est appuyée à travers la porte si discrète.
Les Bastards de l'Enfer et la famille Valentine n'étaient pas cachés dans une violente guerre de territoire sur la place Bartlett. Le sang a coulé comme l'argent quand la mafia a obtenu cette partie de la ville, en élargissant leur empire de jeu et de drogue, mais ces junkies de trailer non civilisés ont pensé.. et pensent toujours qu'ils peuvent tenir contre la Cosa Nostra, l'élite.
Ce n'est pas comme si Rebecca essayait d'être civile au début, mais quand son conseiller est revenu de Bartlett Square... coupé en rubans avec une tronçonneuse... c'est là que l'Intocabile a fait sa déclaration de guerre...
...en brûlant cinq des hommes de Linda en vie...
- "Ah, Linda, c'est gentil de passer."~ La réponse de la Reine de la Mafia était sincère oui, mais seulement de ton. Il y avait ce venin sous-jacent qu'elle tenait dans son intestin pour la chienne, comme il l'a montré dans ses yeux de serpent, les yeux qui se déplaçaient progressivement du col rouge au russe, ~"Et Ivan. J'ai supposé que vous vendriez des AK avec les Somaliens, mais néanmoins, vous avez pris le temps de passer voir un ami cher. Comme c'est courtois de ta part... mais c'est à côté de ça."~ Insultée, elle a flanqué les cendres de sa cigarette sur ces bottes boueuses de Linda, un sourire de coy de ses lèvres. ~"Votre interruption d'une réunion importante entre le Cosa Nostra et M. "Premier degré" Donny est à la fois malvenu et une insulte... Personnellement pour moi comme je l'ai clairement indiqué à Donny garçon, nous n'aurions pas une telle interférence pendant notre liason. Maintenant, vous avez deux choix. Soit tu pars paisiblement, et on oubliera que ça n'est jamais arrivé, soit tu pourras partir dans un sac de corps quand ma Rose Irlandaise arrivera."~
"Vous rattrapez les jeunes filles."
L'épaisse brogue irlandaise de la femme a été suivie par le clic témoin d'un. 45 pouces de marteau en arrière. À ce moment-là, elle sortait de l'obscurité inattendue de Rebecca et de ceux qui étaient présents à ce petit...impromptu se réunissent, un Kimber Warrior 1911 d'une main et une fiole de Jameson de l'autre... la Rose Irlandaise manifestement ivre par elle.
- "J'espérais que tu arriverais plus tôt" - Elle sifflait sous son souffle. - "Rhiannon."~
"Oui. Je l'aurais fait." Répliqué Rhiannon dans un discours lugubre. "Mais j'ai fini mon boulot pour vous." Elle trébucha sur la table, ne perdant pas de temps à flipper à côté du motard, prenant une autre perruque de sa fiole. "Soooo... Ivan le Terrible un Harley Davidson marche dans un bar. Wot? Pas de Guinness? Un 'qui est ce joli garçon, Ol' Beck?"
Rebecca soupira d'un faible, audible grognement, ~"Ceci, Rhi-Rhi, est "premier degré" Donny, un tueur à gages plus fiable et respecté dans le monde enfer criminel. J'espérais obtenir ses services pour la famille Valentine, mais ces deux-là se sont produits le long de notre réunion... que je commence à soupçonner qu'ils ont été informés.Ses yeux se déplaçaient de Linda à Ivan. Comment un dealer d'armes et une pute blanche ont-ils appris que la femme la plus puissante de la ville avait organisé une rencontre avec Donny?
- "Maintenant, si vous étiez si gentils de partir, j'aimerais continuer à discriminer mes arrangements avec Donny boy....one."~
Rebecca Selie Valentine

35 years old

Charming and elegant, a very courtesan attitude, she could woo you with just a few simple words or with just a look of her eyes. However, her beauty is only matched by her beastliness. Rebecca could pull out a gun and shoot you between the eyes at a moment's notice. She could have your entire family killed in front of you if you insult her in any way. And if you ever think of trying to escape her, she will track you down to the very ends of the earth. She is by far one of the most ruthless mob bosses in the city.
From day to day, when she isn't slitting throats and running her drug labs and casinos, she preoccupies herself with hobbies such as reading classic literature, listening to music, playing violin and piano, painting, etc., etc.
It's become apparent to some that she enjoys the company of women more than men, possibly even a physical attraction to them. Though she is also sociable with men, she has a particular disdain for some, especially if they take advantage of a woman in any way or are cruel to them in any way.

Valentine was once one of the most prominent families in the Sicilian underworld. Renault, Rebecca's father was a respected Don and a considerably generous philanthropist, despite allegations of selling drugs, illegal arms dealing, and ties to over fifty murders in Italy alone. He later fell in love with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Rebecca. Twas thanks to her mother that Rebecca was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. She even dreamed once of becoming an actress just like her mother, to be adored and talented as she was...but sadly her dreams were cut short.
To this day, she never understood why, but one considerably dark and cloudy night when she was only sixteen, a stranger clad in black and wearing a mask visited her family's home, and with him....he brought death.
Her father was shot first through the head, dying instantly. Then her mother was gunned down next. Last, he turned towards Rebecca, a savage gleam in his wicked eyes as he leveled his gun on her. She tried to run away, far into the darkness of the forest surrounding her family's lavish abode, but he was too quick for her. Soon he caught her and pinned her to the ground ripping away her dress and defiling her once pure essence with his malice. Once the vile act was committed, he aimed at her head. Then....
*BANG!!*
The gunshot echoed into the savage night, but it was not Rebecca who was killed but...the hitman, gunned down by one of Renault's faithful bodyguards. He took Rebecca into his care and swore to get her out of the country, fearing that someone within the Family ordered the hit on Renault. Unfortunately, greed gets the best of men, and six weeks later, the man sold Rebecca to a Russian slave trader for five thousand dollars, no longer wishing to bear the burden of protecting his dead boss's daughter.
From that point on, Rebecca was thrust into a nightmare of drugs, rape, and depravity. She became strung out on heroin and methamphetamine, tossed around from man to man every night, beaten, abused, and nearly broken...until one night she had enough and stabbed Vlad, the scuzzy slave trader, in the throat. She then made her escape from Russia to America, smuggling herself onto a cargo ship bound for New York.
At just the ripe age of eighteen, she was on her own in the big city. Despite the trauma it brought her, she still offered men...and some women...sexual favors in return for money or drugs. She had no home and slept wherever she could, either in a client's home or in a dark and cold alleyway.
Then, one night while she was trying to get some rest after a client got too rough with her, Rebecca was cornered by four men. They were cops, dirty cops. She could sense they wanted something from her, but she was far too tired to "service" any of them.
Angered by this, the cops dragged her up and started beating her senseless. It was evident this was going to be a vicious gang rape, but thankfully Rebecca was saved by a young African male named Tyler. Tyler, an ex-soldier turned gang leader, took Rebecca into his street gang, the Brooklyn Spades. The Spades were protective over the ex-Mafia princess for five long years. Over that time, Rebecca and Tyler fell in love with each other. He taught her how to use a gun and how to fight with her bare hands. He also taught her other things he learned from the military that he passed down to his gang, tactics, psychology, SIGINT, things like that. He had the ambition to grow his gang into a force to be reckoned with and take over the East Coast. All that he needed was the right allies.
By the time Rebecca was twenty-four, she was a lieutenant of the Spades. The gang was going to make a deal with Italian Mob boss Lucio Valentine...Rebecca's uncle. Upon sight of Rebecca, Lucio ordered his men to open fire on the gang...killing Tyler in the firefight. Rebecca realized at that moment Lucio was the one who ordered the hit on her family. She survived the slaughter and swore revenge on Lucio for the deaths of both her family and her gang.
Eventually, she caught up to Lucio and killed him in cold blood during a gala hosted by the five Mafia families of New York. By that time, news had spread through the Cosa Nostra of his betrayal, and his death was rightly so.
Rebecca regained her power that night. Shaped by all that she had been through, she had become the most ruthless woman alive...and now, she was Don of the Valentine Family.
In ten years, Valentine has expanded from New York City into New Jersey and Massachusetts. Rebecca's desire became the same as Tyler's, to conquer the East Coast with her criminal empire and eventually expand to the west. She had taken numerous street gangs and criminal outfits under the Valentine name, and those who resisted her, she made an example of using her specially trained hitmen. Many came to fear and respect her. Rebecca had all she could ever desire....but she wanted more. Her lust for power became insatiable.

-Never, under any circumstances, call her Becky. She despises that nickname. If you call her by that name, you'll likely be found the next day in a smelly dumpster with a Sicilian necktie and a permanent smile on your face.
-Though she hates to admit it, Rebecca loves to drink, mostly vodka, absinthe, or wine as she hates the smell of beer and whiskey makes her sick to her stomach. She also smokes on some occasions. Once, she was extremely strung out on drugs, but she's managed to kick her addiction and live a drug free life.
-Rebecca once had a passionate relationship with a young crime lord named Lily, the two having formed a brief alliance between her crew and the Valentine Family that fell apart due to a few squabbles between the men under their control. While there is currently a turf war going on between the two organizations, Rebecca still admires the girl and flirts with her from time to time.