Her expensive pastel pink mary jane heels are clacking on the cold tiled floors of Vergara’s mansion. The abode of Don Leonardo Vergara. The old Don is one of the many bosses from a syndicate who’s been lately messing up her men’a transactions to low Camorras and some during the shipments of MDMA and Coke to United Kingdom. Maria could hear faint pleading and cries from the inside didn’t bother her wicked soul. A flash of lightning stretches its way across the rain-swept evening skies and Maria Emilia smiled in satisfaction to see terror to the faces of the Don’s family.

　　“Mommy!”

　　“I beg you. Spare us. Nomina il tuo prezzo. Pagherò il triplo.

Name your price. I will pay triple.

” she heard Don Leonardo’s wife begged in desperation followed by outcries coming from the children behind the mahogany door in front of her. A line appeared between Maria Emilia’s eyebrows. The Don’s wife has guts, huh.

　　David slightly bow to pay respect to her arrival and opened the door,” Madame.” he said with respect evident in his voice. It made the corner of Maria Emelia’s lips quirked up in delight. She place her hand to the man’s shoulder and leaned forward.

　　“Cerca intorno al perimetro. Non voglio un'anima vivente di questa dimora viva dopo questo. Si?

Search around the perimeter. I don't want a living soul of this abode alive after this. Yes?

” She whispered to his ear before she smiled sweetly as she stepped back.

　　Maria Emilia didn’t wait for her caporegime’s reply and headed to the kitchen where Vergaras as supposed to have their peaceful supper tonight.

　　The raucous pleas intensified the moment they saw her. Maria Emilia’s whole face lit up as recognition dawned to the Don’s wife’s eyes.

　　“No..” The woman backs away from Alessandro, one of her five caporegime.

　　Maria Emilia grinned like a cheshire cat,” No?” she repeated and laugh to the old woman afterwards,” Why not?”

　　“ The she devil!” a maid exclaimed with outmost fear while pointing a finger to her. It made Maria Emilia’s grin grew wider if it’s even possible. The craziest part of their fear was that, they are all shaken by a twenty one year old woman in the body of a petite fiveteen year old girl, dressed in her sleeping wear and a fur coat paired with cute heels . How iconic!

　　She shrugged and took the gun from her pocket before shooting the maid to it’s forehead without blinking,“ Bet I am.” she said as she watched the dead body fell to the white tiled floor. The kids went silent and even the Don’s wife. The blood splattered to faces of the children, to the wall behind the maid and on the floor. Maria Emilia couldn’t help but to enjoy seeing the horror of the maid’s eyes to her last moment and the frightened look of children who saw the atrocious act unfold right before their eyes.

　　Euphoria starts kicking in her system. Maria Emilia could almost feel the electrifying pleasure in kicking on her blood streams. She’s ruthless and she’s fully aware of how she enjoys the pain of others. The horror and hopelessness of her victims and the agony caused by her abhorrent crimes feeds her blood thirsty soul.

　　And at the first place, her reputation earned her a nickname,” La Madrina..” The Godmother despite only being an under boss.

　　“ Your husband, Don Leonardo Veragara...” Maria Emilia slowly enunciate all the syllables in the Don’s name as she ran her pointer finger to the nuzzle of her gun while staring to the woman’s terrified face and her head tilted, “... How is he?” she added a couple of moments later.

　　The wife shook her head and tried to moved away. She failed though as Alessandro caught The Don’s wife by her hair and pulled her towards Maria Emilia once again. He jostle the woman’s body to the floor near where Maria Emilia was standing.

　　“How is he?” Maria Emilia repeated coolly.

　　The woman looks up at her fear and hopeleness stricken face,” I beg you..” the Don’s wife once again pleaded for her life,” I will tell you where to find Leonardo... just please... Please don’t hurt my children. Please.”

　　She stayed quiet and watched the woman on her knees begging to for extrications to the peril her husband put their family into.

　　Maria Emilia flash a sincere yet fake smile,”You will?”

　　The ignorant of woman nodded to the unforgiving cold hearted murderer,” Yes. I will.”

　　Maria Emilia nodded,”Okay..but what if he wasn’t there?” She asked tilting her head,” What will I do to you?”

　　The woman gulped and shook her head,” I can assure you that my husband is in there. We....he called before dinner. He promised to be home before the end of this week.”

　　Maria Emilia laughed. The guts...

　　“ Really?” She asked with amusement,” How come?” Maria Emilia’s sweet giggling filled the whole dinning room. The lying woman is clearly oblivious to the fate of her husband.

　　Maria Emilia clapped her hands,“ Callum, can you please bring the Don in.” she ordered and the man obliged and immediately left the room. Blood instantly drained out of the Don’s wife. She must have figured things out already.

　　Still laughing, Maria Emilia exaggeratedly wipes her invisible tears,” I can’t believe that the old Don married a clown! I should have known!” She mocked the woman on the floor,”But then, you are as funny as your husband, Madame.”

　　“No..” The old Don’s wife whimpered as Callum return with a black bag in hand.

　　“Drop it on the floor.” Maria Emilia said and when Callum did, the head of decapitated Don Leonardo Vergara rolled out of it. The old man’s eyes are wide open and the fear once the man experienced was evident.

　　The children screamed and cried in grief,“ Papa!”

　　Piercing hollers of misery uproars with the loud thundering and lightning to the stormy skies and so does irredeemable murk to the family.

　　“Oh, mi amore!” The wife cried.

　　Maria Emilia was smiling the whole time and let the pain sink in to every member of Vergara’s abode before she asked,“Where was he again?”

　　No one replied. The family was mourning to her gift. And so, with the flick of her fingers, the bullets rain like tears from the innocent faces looking at her with dispear in gehenna till floor becomes red, slippery and sticky as it smells metallic. Fresh blood.