Chapter 2

Arianna Romano

Fantastic! He prasied.

Twenty heads or more turns to my direction or maybe to glare at my phone immediately the sound left it while I hesitantly pause the Candy crush game to look at the men in the meeting room.

Oh fuck! I never knew it'd be that loud.

The room grew silent as every one waits patiently for what'd happen. Like anyone would dare scold me.

"Go on." I order with a bored tone turning off my phone before placing my feet on the table.

"As I was saying before the childish interruption..

Salvatore continues speaking, staring daggers into my head when he saw me wriggle my toes at him.

Wait! Did he just call me childish? I'm definitely not going to hear the end of this from Dad when we finally get home.

"As the vipers and the most deadliest Mafia in the whole of America, we have to be strong! To never let out guard down. To stay strong! To avoid any distraction...

..." I internally groan. I've been hearing

all this since I was a kid that I can recite everything he's saying word for word.

But that wasn't the reason I was so restless. I haven't released in weeks and it's killing me. My body was extremely sensitive these days and I was easily angered and this boring meeting was doing 

nothing to help my situation.

My fingers itch to continue the game on my phone but I just place it on the table while Salvatore smirks at my inconvenience when I kept shifting in my seat. That little fucker! He's mostly the cause of this.

I continue to watch how he pace around the board, how his full plump lips moves, how his veiny strong arms and hands that I know the energy they possess mark regions on the board, giving orders and setting priorities right. Father sure knows what he was doing when he made him my partner.

He's definitely good at planning wars or attacks while I'm just- you know -the one who gives orders about offenders. One thing I like about him is that he doesn't like to get his hands dirty, he's always careful about attacks and he makes sure if someone needs to kill, it definitely wasn't going to be him. But that was what I lived for. I live to kill.

"-many FBI agents and the police are on our case now due to the mistake Arianna made on the last mission." He says, trying to intimidate me with his stare but I just shrug, acting nonchalant.

"I mean, the officer was acting all bitchy so I had to put three bullets down his throat." I reply bored bringing my knee to my chest, smiling when the men around the table tensed.

I like knowing the effect I have on people.

He facepalms, turning on the projector. An image of a man shows up immediately on the wall and I just picked up my phone not caring to look at the picture.

"Mateo Rodriguez. A thirty eight year old divorced man. No kids. Has a cat. Currently in touch with none of his family." Salvatore announce, putting the cap of the board marker back on it. "He's known for always winning his cases and also making sure people like us-" He gestures to everybody. "go to jail. And sadly, he's the one in charge of our cases so there's no point or chance for us to bribe him.

"Okay so? Just find him and kill him. Boom! We're safe." I suggest sarcastically, scrolling through I*******m to see pictures of tons of pretty girls enjoying life and having fun. I'd give anything to live this kind of life now.

"If only it were that easy. Put the phone down Arianna." He commands, stuffing his hands in his pocket. "Like I said, Mateo is the best officer in his field, went to one of the best military schools in America at the age of sixteen. Went to an army school again at 25. Been working as a detective for over 9 years."

"If he is so amazing like this, why become a detective?" I ask Salvatore, crossing my arms under my boobs making them puff out more not mistaking the way he tensed when he looks at me. I guess I'm getting my release today.

"I don't know I guess some personal reasons." He replies, glaring at me while I just blink innocently at him.

"So what are you saying now?" I ask, propping my legs on the table again and leaning on the chair in such a way that my head was touching the back of the seat. No one even glanced my way or said anything about how I was seating because well, who dares to defy the queen? If my father should see me like this, he'd definitely have an attack but I don't care.

"I'm still thinking about it. Maybe we-"

I raise a finger to cut him off and widen my eyes when I saw the text I received. I stood up abruptly from the chair while the men just eyed me worriedly.

"They just captured Alessandro Colombo." I say in a whisper.

*-**

Finally!

I've gotten a hold of my biggest enemy. The man who dares to murder someone very dear to me.

Someone I love, someone who brought me happiness.

Alessandro Colombo.

My worst and deadliest enemy, now in my custody.

Could this day get any better?

My heels clicks on the metal floor with every step I taje as I was brought to the dungeon making it seem like the time he's going to die is running

down.

"Here we are ma'am." The young servant trembles as he opens the door.

"Thanks..... Eddie?" I thank him and he raised his head swiftly to look at me since it's not common for me to remember my servant's name

"You're welcome my queen." He mutters.

Entering the dim lit room, I scrunch my face up in disgust at the foul smell that oozed out of it. Smells like a decaying animal or something.

Oh ship! And I just got this clothes.

Going closer to the body that was hung in the middle of the room, I smile when I smelt rusty smell coming from him.

I notice that some of his left fingers were chopped off, same thing with his toes. I turn to look at my guard and he just shrug before leaving me with the prisoner.

His nose and lips were dripping with blood and some of his teeth were all over the floor. I saw that his lips were glued together only to be torn off. 

while he was perhaps screaming.

He must be in so much pain, my angelic voice whispers to my ear.

You've waited for this moment for the past five years, just end it now. My demonic voice snickers.

Shut it both of you!

When he finally noticed me, he whimpers.

"I-let m-me go please." He begs trying to get on his feet but he couldn't because of the pain.

"I'm sure that's how she begged you." I reply, trailing my fingers over his face. He is such an handsome man.

"I'm s-sorry about that please."

"But can your apology bring her back?" I question and he just bent his head in shame. "No right?"

I reach for the pliers and he tries to scurry away.

"Baby boy. There's no need to increase your time of death ey?"

I dig my foot into his right foot and he cries in pain trying to get away from me. Grabbing the pliers, I insert it into his eye socket pulling out his right eye in the process while blood splatters everywhere and I grin.

The metallic taste of blood, the screams of terror which was like melody to my ears and the look of fright on my onlookers face was what I live for.

And I don't think I'm stopping soon.