Little Girl Gone. (Mafia!Sabrina-Centered Drabble)

Note: This is based on this character and is connected to the other drabble I wrote about her: Siren & Hell on Heels.
As well as this song that I may or may not love and be absolutely addicted to for all the right and wrong reasons: Little Girl Gone by Chinchilla.
!!TW: Violence with descriptions, mentions of guns and knives, and organized crime... Oh! and smoking and light drinking. I think that's it. Please, enjoy!

With her show done for the evening, she steps out of her heels and takes off her jewelry, laying it on the vanity in her dressing room. She lights a cigarette and settles down on the floor, taking out a regular deck of 52 cards. Her backup singers enter the room and her gaze lights up as they bring in the champagne and some glasses. After a few puffs of smoke, she shuffles the cards and starts dealing out for blackjack while her fellow singers get the champagne poured and the fruit bowl ready.

 

After a few rounds of blackjack, there’s a knock at the door and Sabrina watches her manager walk over to it. She pretends she doesn’t notice, instead putting out her cigarette in the nearby ashtray and finishing off her flute of champagne. She’s in a very good mood after such a fun evening with her singers and the band and the audience. At least she was. The girls look toward her, catching her attention and signaling that her manager was trying to get her attention. Smiling, Sabrina excuses herself and slips into her heels again, grabbing her coat on the way. She taps her manager’s arm, who looks at her with concern before she just smiles at him.

 

“It’s okay,” she assures him before opening the door a little more to step out, gesturing down the hall to where the club’s back door is, “Why don’t we have a chat outside, hm?”

 

Her guest looks uneasy, as he should. There are security guards that guide him out of the door and she follows along behind him. Sabrina looks over her shoulder at her manager and tells him to keep the girls safe, her expression going cold for a moment, even as it returns to the figures stepping outside. She finally follows suit as her manager disappears back into the dressing room. With her hands back in her pockets, Sabrina stands in the back parking lot, staring at the male being held on each side by a security guard. He’s got a few scuffs and scratches and his hair is a mess as well as his clothes. He’s dressed up, although he wouldn’t really have gotten in otherwise. This specific club, Momo, or Peach, is one of her more elegant clubs with a black tie dress code.

 

“Release him,” she commands the security guards, who do as told and each take a step to the side away from the patron. Looking at him, she walks up to him and pats his cheek, sighing heavily, “It’s always a shame when I have to waste such a pretty face.”

 

“What-- What are you talking about,” the man panics.

 

Her brows furrow and she shakes her head in disappointment, “Come on now. Don’t try to bull me. You think I don’t know who you are?”

 

“N-No, I don’t think we know each other.”

 

“You wouldn’t be so scared if you didn’t,” Sabrina slides her hands back into her coat pockets, “Where’s your camera?”

 

“I don’t... I don’t h-have a camera...”

 

“Seungyoon,” she calls to one of the security guards, speaking now in Korean, “Can you tap into it with your phone again for me?”

 

Said guard nods and proceeds to take out the smartphone. Within a few taps, he’s tapped in on the camera and can see what it sees. Figuring out where it is, he tucks his phone away and then dips his hand into the pocket of the male. Clearing it out, Seungyoon finds a small lens that had been getting its view from a little hole in the pocket. He considers smashing it on instinct but instead stuffs it into his own pocket. Seungyoon is still silent after that, taking out his phone again and beginning to work on tracing the signal.

 

“Max, baby,” Sabrina tilts her head, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “The Siren remembers you. The fact that you followed me all the way here to South Korea, honey, please... Just how far did you think you were going to get?”

 

Max looks away from her, anger quickly rising in his features. He tries to lunge at her with a dagger and the other security guard, Misun, disarms him and grabs him by the hair at the back of his head. Kicking the backs of his legs, she causes him to fall to his knees. Misun quickly picks up the knife and tugs harder at his hair, tilting his head back to expose his throat as she holds the blade to it.

 

Sabrina sighs again and shakes her head, “I could give you the chance to tell me who you work for or who you’re working with but I feel like just killing you now would be a much better message delivered. I doubt they’ll care about you returning anyway.”

 

“They’re going to send more to get rid of you. You thought you escaped us by leaving the country,” he spits in her direction, at her feet, and she punches him in the face.

 

“Your boss is dead and you’ve learned absolutely nothing,” she holds onto Misun’s wrist, pressing the blade more into his neck.

 

“You didn’t kill him yourself, you stupid .You think anyone is scared of you? You hid behind a gangster’s gun and now you think you’re hot !”

 

“My gun, please, Misun,” Sabrina asks her guard in Korean before pressing the mouth of the barrel to Max’s forehead, “I guess you misheard the story. It may not have been my gun, but I was the one that pulled that ing trigger, you disrespectful dickhead. I was considering letting you live but calling me ‘’ is the quickest way to die by my hands.”

 

Before he can say anything in return, she fires the gun. To make sure he’s dead, Misun slits his throat with the knife before dropping it and her hold on his hair, letting him fall to the ground. Misun takes the gun back from Sabrina and holsters it for her after wiping it off. She then quietly makes the call on her earpiece for cleanup in the rear lot. While Misun is handling that, Sabrina turns her attention to Seungyoon, who seems to sense her gaze on him from the way he looks up.

 

“There are multiple receiving signals for the camera,” he informs her, stepping toward her and showing her everything he’s found on his phone. He explains more as they look at each of the hotspots and she tells him to send her everything, even information on the ones that are moving.

 

“Some may be gone by sunrise or in different locations,” he cautions her, working on sending what information he can to her.

 

“It’s fine. I’ll handle what I can tonight. I’m in a good mood after all. Why not raise my spirits even more by having more fun cleaning up our streets,” Sabrina smiles brightly at him, patting his arm, “Thank you both for tonight and making sure that everything ran smoothly.”

 

She gives Misun a warm smile after that and both guards bow their heads to her before she walks away, heading back inside to her dressing room. She kicks off her heels again once inside and the girls run over to her to make sure she’s okay. She smiles at them and assures them that she is. They had apparently heard the gunshot, which didn’t really surprise her. In her dressing room, they were closer to the back door than the front of the club, where the music would swallow outside sounds.

 

These girls were her backup singers, a part of her performing family, but were also a part of the class below her. They were fellow members of the Moon family but were very new to the world. This wasn’t the first time she had new entrants under her watch. A good amount of her missions directly from higher ranks were to train the new kids of the C-Class.

 

“Let’s change our clothes and go have a little fun, girls. How’s that sound,” Sabrina offers, “It might be a little dangerous but I’ll make sure to take care of you, okay?”

 

The five girls nod and are escorted out to head to their dressing rooms to change. Sabrina lets her hair down for a moment to put it into a ponytail. She thankfully had a pantsuit that she could move around in quite easily, slipping into a more comfortable pair of heels while she was at it. She also opted for a coat that would be easier to move around in as well. Fixing up her makeup, she drinks down another flute of champagne and smiles at herself in the mirror.

 

“We’ve got a good thing goin’ and they ain’t seen nothing yet,” Sabrina sings to herself in the mirror, fixing the collar of her coat and stepping out of the dressing room to meet up with the other girls.