Queen of the Underworld

72

"You just never die, do you?"

I looked over to the man speaking. Dark hair, tan skin, dark eyes, but no Italian accent. I'm guessing he's Donovan Brown, leader of some irrelevant gang that turned on Lorenzo in my time in capture.

All around me guns stayed raised. A few were pointed at me. Most of the ones pointed at me were gangsters who turned on Lorenzo and went to Mussolini's side, and others were people who just wanted me dead. To take things back to when Lorenzo wasn't putting me before the Mafia.

The rest of them were people pointing guns at the people pointing them at me. Those included Lorenzo, Nicolas, Veronica and Gabriel (who somehow got here), Ricco, Giovanni (who is back to doing jobs...why?), Ricco's right hand man and another two who I saw once when I just woke up from the coma and went to start this very war.

I smiled at the man who spoke. "I'm guessing you don't like me very much."

He smirked, "honey, you've fucked up everything from the moment you got here."

"Yeah," I grimaced. "I tend to do that. Wanna guess what I'm gonna fuck up next?"

His cocky stance and revolver pointed at my head didn't go away. "What?"

"Your face."

In three seconds, I raised my gun and shot him straight in the head, hitting him in the left eyes and dropping him to the floor instantly.

I was aiming for the forehead. My aim's getting rusty.

If the men weren't already on alert, they were now. I heard the distinct click's of the safety being removed from various guns, and then arguments erupted.

"I'll kill her!"

"She's insane!"

"Boss, what do we do?!"

"Hold your fire!" That was my darling father.

"Yes," I agreed, raising my hands in peace. "Hold your fire! Hear me out, and then you can shoot."

Romani stepped up, "why should we? You're just a girl."

I turned around and put my hands at my hips, scoffing. "Ugh! Now, that was offensive. And pretty out of line considering I'm not the one who came in here with a truckload of guns and hid them everywhere with a plan to kill everyone."

I mentally patted myself on the back when the tension increased and the attention was diverted to Romani. Bingo.

"I never —"

I raised a hand, "ub, bub, bub, bub, bub. Yes, you did. Don't be a liar now."

Ricco The Great pointed his gun at Romani now. "Is that true?!"

"Of course it is!" I huffed.

"No, its not! You're gonna believe a stupid little girl over me? I've been with you for years man!" Romani raised his hands in surrender and was entered into the circle of hell, guns pointed at him now. Bingo x2.

"Watch your mouth, Romani." Lorenzo warned, stepping closer with his gun pointed at him. "That's my daughter you've been talking to."

Romani glared at me. "Yes, well, your daughter is more demented than the loonies from the Maddalena."

"Keep talking shit, Rom. I'll shoot you."

"About that," Ricco intervened. "I thought we agreed to keep your daughter out of the battlefield, Bianchi. She was in Mussolini's hold, she's compromised."

Ahh, Ricco. You sly motherfucker.

"Yeah, about that," I raised my gun and shot Romani in the head. A round of shock went around and the men erupted again. I waited, with my gun pointed at Ricco, "I heard a few things while I was there. Interesting things, things about you."