The Present: Introducing the 'Mad' Queen

<p>What a fuc*ing mess. <br/><br/>Deep breaths. Take deep long breaths. <br/><br/>Sigh. I look back at the mess behind me, then my clothes that had been splattered with blood, body fluids, and I am pretty sure his eyes and brain. <br/><br/>Irritating. <br/><br/>Now I have to call two clean up crews. Fuc*ity fuck. Jacopo would be pissed. Who was I kidding. He would be livid. <br/><br/>I bite my lips. Well, at least it was fun. <br/><br/>Remembering what the bastard said to me, my bloodlust returns and I wish I could kill him again, this time more slowly. <br/><br/>Wiping my hands down as much as I could on my pants, I call Dacosta. <br/><br/>"Da, work's done!" I pause. <br/><br/>"Good work piccolo. Should I send in the crew for the clean up?"<br/><br/>I sigh again. This time in frustration. <br/><br/>"I will need two clean up crews, it's, it's a mess in here. The mother*ucking cu*t was being mouthy."<br/><br/>Dacosta stops for a bit. I tightly close my. eyes and quickly work to get rid of the disappointment. Dacosta has been my trainer for the last 20 years. And his silent disappointment always hit hard. I try not to let it bother me this time. <br/><br/>His days as my mentor were over. After years of blood, sweat, and tears I am now the second in command to the Italian Mafia Capo, Jacopo. And soon, it will be me sitting on that throne. The first Italian Capo who would be a woman. <br/><br/>And then finally, I would have the means to end HIM. Scarface. Flay his skin inch by inch, slowly burn his wounds, only to repeat again and never let him die. <br/><br/>"Piccolo, are you alright?"<br/><br/>The concern in Dacosta's voice managed to bring me back and piss me off at the same time. In a steely voice I reply to him. <br/><br/>"Dacosta, all you need to know is that two clean up crews are needed. Anymore questions and I will rip that tongue you are so fond of, off."<br/><br/>No matter how much Da meant to me, he needed to remember his place. I was his boss. I only answered to Jacopo, that too only for a couple more weeks. Being a woman in the mafia was hard, and no matter how good you were to be the head- your gender would always come into question. <br/><br/>Apparently women are soft. I look around me again and snort. <br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, I am SOFT."<br/><br/>I was born to be the Capo. And once I become the Capo, I would burn anyone and anything that stands in front of me. <br/><br/>I quietly start walking outside. I needed to clean up before visiting Jacopo. <br/>-------<br/>I walk out of the car and quickly check my gun. It was the first gift I adorned myself with after I traded my first batch of drugs at 12. <br/><br/>There was no looking back for me since then. <br/><br/>"Fedel, is the security footage wiped clean? Make sure to leave no loopholes. I want the footages from the nearby buildings to be wiped as well."<br/><br/>I go on. "Also, any word on the sabotage of the Bratva operations in Florida? Those cun*s are not taking over. Even if I have to gun down each and everyone one of those motherfuc*ers myself."<br/><br/>Fedel stops in his tracks, staring at his phone. <br/><br/>He looks up at me with worry and tension in his eyes. <br/><br/>What now? <br/><br/>Fedel kept staring at me with worry. My right hand twitched towards my gun. The more he kept silent the more my need to shoot him grew. <br/><br/>Finally the idiot opened his imbecile mouth. <br/><br/>"The Bratva leadership just changed. Ivan Aiden Valdamir just killed his father and took over the Bratva."<br/><br/>"He what?" I asked deadly silent. My temple throbbed, my hands shook, my ears started ringing. I could feel the anger coursing through every inch of my body. The burning took over everything. My mind, body, and soul. <br/><br/>I slowly take out my gun and walk towards Fedel. Eyes widening, he moves one step back for each step I take forward. <br/><br/>My eyes get more narrow. <br/><br/>Closing my eyes, all I could see was my mama and papa. And just like that I was that helpless, PATHETIC, 6 year old girl who ran away. <br/><br/>Opening my eyes with rage coursing through my veins, I shoot Fedel in the shoulder. <br/><br/>He bends down on his knees and gets on the floor. His eyes scrunch up and his mouth forms a straight line. With his face turning red and blue, one would think he was dying. <br/><br/>But he does not scream. Not once. <br/><br/>And I know why. I, Madden 'Mad' Queen, have been famous for killing each of my victims even more slowly if they scream. Especially if they screamed. I loved screamers. <br/><br/>I smile, drop my gun and look at Fedel. <br/><br/>"Get that cleaned up and meet me in the office room with Capo in two hours."<br/><br/>He nods his head. I start walking towards the Capo's house. My smile slips more when I think about Ivan. <br/><br/>That good for nothing as*hole just took away my one chance at revenge. All I ever wanted was to kill James Valdamir for the last 22 years. Scarface was now dead. And my life mission was buried 6 feet under somewhere.<br/><br/>Just thinking about him, makes my hand twitch towards my gun. <br/><br/>Suddenly I stop in my track. <br/><br/>I quickly call Fedel, he picks up in two rings. <br/><br/>"Send me Ivan's details. And find out why he killed his father. Can't just be power. Ivan has been running the Bratva anyway. You have 24 hrs."<br/><br/>"Yes boss."<br/><br/>With that I quickly opened the door to Jacopo's office. <br/><br/>There sitting on the armchair was Jacopo, the 'Tiger' of Italian Mafia. Pissed, with a cigar, and a gun sitting beside him.<br/><br/>Great, how many more unwanted situations will I fall into today? <br/><br/>Jacopo slowly gets up and moves to the bar section of the office painfully slowly. If I was someone else, I would feel pity for him. Even sympathy. But I don't. My eyes glance towards the gun and then back at him. <br/><br/>He was weak. And he was going to die. <br/><br/>Before he even reached the bar, I had this feeling of dread pass over me. Each and every single cell in my body stood at attention. Did Jacopo try to kill himself? <br/><br/>Turning towards me and locking his eyes on me he opened his mouth. <br/><br/>"You are ready. But you need to do one more thing before you take over the reign."<br/><br/>Narrowing my eyes, but slowly relaxing I ask him, "What?"<br/><br/>"You need to kill Ivan Aiden Valdamir. And then you are the capo. The first woman capo in the Italian Mafia."<br/><br/>He finally pours some whiskey in two glasses and beckons me over. <br/><br/>Cautiously, I step towards him. Taking a sip of my whiskey, I ask him the question burning in my mind. <br/><br/>"Why do you want him dead?" <br/><br/>"Because he killed my daughter. He killed his own mother when he was only 12."<br/><br/>Shock spreads through my body. Curiosity and something dark rolls in my belly. I do not know what to call that feeling. It was only too foreign for me. <br/><br/>While I mull over the conversation, my phone suddenly pings. Fedel has sent over the attachment. <br/><br/>I open the file, and the face of my nightmares stares back at me. Only with less scars and blue eyes. The chiseled jawline is the only place that has a one long scar running from his right ear. But it were the eyes. So deep, like he was staring right at me. <br/><br/>I take a sharp breath. I look up to Jacopo, knowing he is waiting for my reply. <br/><br/>I finish my drink and look at him again. I nod my head.<br/><br/>"Fine old man. One last assignment, before I take over my kingdom."<br/><br/>If not the father, then the son will die the death I had planned for him. <br/><br/>Deep in the corner of my brain I can still feel those blue eyes staring at me through my phone. <br/><br/>Interesting.</p>