Chapter Forty-one

The Order was being held at an archaic hall with historical infrastructure, with the inside of it grandly designed with gold for a theme. Expensive suits milled the vast open floors and elegant dresses alike. Cigar smoke permeated the air just as the stench of death would come to reign over it.

The Order meeting room was four walls of wooden brown with a black ceiling that had small circular lights embed in it, with another light that went in an oval shape following through the oval design of the ceiling, officially bringing absolute light into the room, cancelling out the darkness of the ceiling.

On the creme marbled floors that had flickers of black parts in it, had eight brown modern chique office chairs that lined one side of the island-like silver desk lined across the floor, in another stretched out oval shape, and eight more chairs lined the other side of it.

The meeting with the representatives of the big Mafia families had come to a close as the men left the room, some in short chatter and others eager to escape the room and into the open air of the vast open floor of the hall filled with tables and chairs for when dinner would commence.

As men and woman mingled talking illegal business and plans for how to become much grander than the other, others remained oblivious to the tension in the old man's shoulders as he stood talking with Luigi's also retired father, Emilio, along with another close friend to the families. However, everyone wondered about the reason behind a projector being placed before a cleared out wall, and when Lorenzo senior saw the confident smirk on Deacon Torres' lips, he knew trouble had begun.

It was when the young man took out his phone only for his smirk to turn into a wider smile and he looked up at Giovanni Genovesse who began trotting his way, that the old man readied himself for what would come. Apparently, his sons seemed also aware of this as they walked closer to stand near him as they watched the scene unfold.

Torres, Genovesse and Drekanov stood in a way that they stood before everyone else in the hall, about two men each stood behind them as if in protection. A younger man walked towards Deacon and handed him a wireless mic and the young man cleared his throat.

"Can I have everyone's attention" his voice confidently boomed across the hall successfully getting everyone's attention. He seemed ever the smug young man as he went to confidently proclaim their take over and the declaration filled up every man in the room that was on the opposite end of the three families in front

"What do you think you're doing boy?" It was one of the elders from another family that went to question

"Everyone knows that the Camorra's have always been on the lead and the reasons why, and you somehow think you can just declare war on them and pit an end to an old tradition?" The elder continued, both bewildered and angry. Giovanni was the one to chuckle then

"Its a new age, old man."

"You must surely know how stupid this sounds. You know we still outnumber you in every way right, despite those two lackeys you have next to you" Enrique informed displeasing both Torres and Drekanov with his term of describing them.

"That is why we came prepared" Deacon Torres spoke with a smirk then, holding a phone up, the Camorra men tensed up at the image that appeared through the projector and splayed up on the white wall.

"You son of a puta!" Enrique spat in fury as he watched the image, his heart giving a painful twist, his father and brother were fairing no better, for what was on the picture was jarring to them.

Maximo and Lorenzo Jr were tied up and gagged, little Maxine was a weeping mess against her brother, the women were splayed on the ground seemingly unvonscious. It was clear to everyone just what the image implied in the hands of Deacon Torres.

War had been declared and it seemed for a second that the three families were in the lead with their threat towards what mattered most to the Camorra men. Deacon Torres simply chuckled at Enrique's reaction and said

"Now here's how this is going to go down. You" he started facing the Camorra Dons along with their father "Will hand over everything belonging to the Camorra's, and I mean Everything, or else they" he motioned for the image "will meet their maker. And you all know what that would mean after that" he stated with his ever sinister smile.

That was when a booming cold yet boisterous laugh boomed across the hall and everyone turned to face its direction. Everyone had been more concerned with what was happening that they had failed to hear the hall doors open a distance away. And so stood they yellow hooded figure beneath the cloak and who she was came to register after their eyes fell on the body the figure walked arose the floor dragging along.

With a bloddy trail, the corpse made more than a lot of women gag and shudder in fright and more than half of the men to grimace and look at the figure wearily in wonder of just how the hell she still lived. Killer sunshine had finally arrived, and in her right hand was the evidence of who she was.

It took but a minute for Ivan Drekanov to recognise his daughter Annette and a second longer for Deacon to realise the corpse was his fiancé who was meant to be in the same room as those in the image projected on the wall, yet there she was. Missing hands with hollow eyes without eyeballs, sowed shut lips and cuts visible on the visible skin, she was certainly dead as Sin dropped the dead lump next to her.

And right before Ivan could raise his gun to shoot her, she spoke up facing the man marching her way, raising her hand in a queenly gensture of 'hold it right there, she somehow brought the furious man to a halt

"My plight wasn't with your family, until she dug her claws where they didn't belong. No one touches us and lives" with those words her still hidden face beyond the hood turned towards Mark in a crowd and he shuddered hoping she wasn't looking at him, yet when his older brother's eyes fell on him in question and concern, he knew then and tried to wrack his brain for when he could have wronged the lethal woman. She said

"I have half a mind to shoot you dead where you stand. But alas, perhaps another time" she said as if mourning the idea that wouldnt come true in that moment. She turned her gaze back on Ivan

"You and your daughter made an enemy of me when you chose to not only harm me but my family" she said, turning her gaze to a still stunned Deacon who's sinister smile withered into a frown wondering how she was still alive, slight anger at the fact that she was alive and not in his clutches, he didn't feel any remorse with her words

"I don't take well to betrayal, and you down right aim for your death when you threaten my heart. You really should have killed me when you had me tied to the wall of your basement Deacon Torres" she said her tone cold yet calm and empty.

The Camorra Dons shot furious gazes at Deacon at her words and Angelo spat

"You did what!?" Only for the old man to chuckle and say

"Yea. That would do it" referring to his granddaughter need for revenge on the young man. Mumurs and questions rang through the room wondering why the Camorra family seemed to defend not only a woman that wasnt supposed to be within the hall, but the woman the underworld despised.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Another elder questioned.

"Yes, you shouldn't even be here" another voice piped up, the words laced with venom. She gave a sardonic smile and said, hwrbhand heading for her hood

"I'm well aware" she took her hood off and her eyes fell on the stranger who still sneered at her, yet she didn't miss the flicker of fear in his eyes through the fake bravado

"B-Bella?" Luka sounded surprised and unsure as he looked at her. She realised then that he really had had no idea of who she was and he too was realising that as a sense of betrayal flickered through his eyes along with other emotions he soon got rid of on his face, settling for an emotionless expression at her words.

"I'm sorry but Bella isn't here right now" she said facing Luka with an empty smile and her gaze turned cold when her eyes zoned in on a female arms looped around his arm. Her eyes rose to the woman's dark browns and she said

"I'd take my hands off of what isn't mine if I were you cousin" the threat laced in her words was loudly heard and the woman was quick to glare at her, but remembering the dismembered corpse near her feet, the woman let go of Luka's arm.

"Now that you two are sort of broken up, do me the honor of marrying me?" It was Jerry that spoke with a chuckle, a childishly hopeful look in his eyes as he silently teased Luka who simply glared at him. Sin shot him an amused smile and said

"Let's talk later, yeah?" Giving Mark a fleeting look that somehow held meaning, her gaze fell on her grandfather who seemed a lot more relaxed than earlier, which told her of his faith and trust in her. Luka however too didn't miss the brief look, and when he remembered sin's earlier worda, it finally clicked in his mind, and he held his own rage back, as he wondered when the hell his brother had laid hands on his Piccola. His attention was stunned again at Sin's next words

"Now aren't you glad you glad you have a vengeful granddaughter, nonno?" To which the old man chuckled with a shake of his head, a fond look with his next words

"You're a spit of your father" to which brought upon more surprise to everyone into the room, and one in particular chuckled as if amused

"So you mean to say, the Sinclairs were Camorras all this while?" In slight astonishment. Sin's gaze turned from a warm teasing smile to a cold look as her eyes fell on Giovanni genovese and spat

"Be glad my father never swore to Ometa, or else you'd be dead. Anyways it doesn't matter, you will be soon" her hand went for her pocket and somehow every man that felt threatened raised their guns and she chuckled as she retrieved nothing but a cell that was far from resembling a gun. She eyed the weapons aimed her way and she said with slight amusement when she eye sthe Genovese men who too had their guns raised

"So quick to defend a man that couldn't care less about your values. Otherwise he wouldn't have orchestrated thee accident and killed your" she trailed off looking at Luka "father's father was it?, only to later on kill your father." She nonchalantly stated returning her gaze to Giovanni who's expression turned furious at her accusation, although she didn't miss the ounce of fear that lingered in fear that everyone would believe her and that would mean game over for him.

"So greedy and selfish" she said looking at him and he sneered at her then

"How dare you!?" He spat. The people in the room didn't know what to believe then, utterly defeated with shock for the night, they found it wasn't really hard to beleiev Bella a second later when Sin said

"I'm killer sunshine, I may be a lot of things, Giovanni Genovesse but a liar isn't one of them" Luka found that he had believed her minute she had said his uncle was behind the accident that killed his grandfather, he had never had a way of being certain, a kind of proof, before yet as he stood, he was certain, so was every other Genovesse man that lowered their guns and looked at their current Don.

"Oh well" she gazed at one of the elders that had spoken and said "As for what the meaning of this is, I'm here for my vengeance" her gaze went to Deacon then, and with the cold certainly in her gaze, a part of him found itself questioning himself. She smirked then and looked down on her cell.

"You can't do shit to me!" Deacon spat in furry "You're nothing but a girl trying to play a man's game" Sin's angry gaze rose towards the young man and with all her anger and venom she said

"Deacon Torres, I swore to myself that I would make you pay, that I wouldn't rest until I see everything you love burn to the ground. She cared for you once, guess she should have warned you what that care turns to when toxified" with her words an explosion rang out into the room and the angry young man whipped his face towards the screen only to watch what used to be his business turn into nothing but a raging inferno that simmered into blazing flames

She didn't wait for it to kick in, for him to take in just what was happening, before every property and every part of the Torres family appeared on the screen and she pressed a button on her cell phone that blew it all to smithereens. It was done.