Sonia raised a glass of red wine to her lips and smiled with delight as her men beat the useless Juan Sonata while his mistress pleaded for mercy. How dare they try and make a fool of her Sonia Song, the top Assassin of the Nightmoon syndicate. At age ten, Sonia had her the Eight Kill Star, something reserved for the highest members of their organization. Naturally, old boss Song had made Sonia his heir, so what if she was adopted, so what if she didn't look like them; old Master Song treated her like a daughter, non-less.
Now the fools before her thought to cheat her; how mistaken they were.
In a raspy voice, Sonia asked, "shall I tell you what sins you've committed? If I did, would you even repent?"
The trash looked up as if he were a victim, "Sonia, my love, it was all that vile woman's fault; you have to believe I only love you."
Bam, bam, bam, three gunshots to the head Sonia was tired of his lies; of excuses, all men are vile; all they do is lie. How dare this useless piece of trash think he can fool her. She, the great Sonia Song, had mercy for no man.
Next, she looked at the remnants of the women who had asked her to call her mother. When the engagement was first announced, Julia embraced Sonia, saying she now had a daughter. Julia Sonata may not be Juan's birthmother, but she raised him non the less. People like her have no shame to have an affair with her own son; the thought of it made Sonia sick. Of all the things she'd done, all the things she'd seen, incest never sat right with her.
That's why when old Master Song had suggested she become his legal wife, she had gladly thrust her sharpest blade into his eye. How can you raise someone and then wish to screw them? Some people have no shame.
Julia reached a bloodied hand towards Sonia, earning her a hard smack from one of Sonia's men. Was it so wrong to love? Julia wanted to ask, but she could no longer speak. Her throat was sore from screaming as those men tore her clothes and did with her as they pleased.
Sonia looked at Julia with disgust and said, "to love the way you do is simply disgusting and should never be allowed." Holding Julia's face in her hand, Sonia pressed the gun against Julia's forehead and pulled the trigger.
Sonia stood with a look of disgust, taking the handkerchief one of her men handed her; she wiped the blood splatter off her face. No one would ever fool her again.
Sonia looked at the man closest to her and said, "clean this mess up, deliver their bodies to Mr. Sonata and tell him the Sonata Empire is no longer his."
The man bowed his head, the only response he could give. All of Sonia's men had their tongues cut out to not speak of what they saw or what they heard. Except for one, Arlo acted as Sonia's assistant and confident both raised by old Master Song, Arlo was like her brother.
Perhaps that was the problem; having grown up together, Sonia was herself with only Arlo, so he knew her every weakness. Arlo wanted to head the Nightmoon organization, but Sonia had stolen the limelight.
Now he was nothing more than her lacking, or at least that's what the old syndicate members made him believe, and so as Sonia got into her Lamborghini and drove off, Arlo detonated the car, killing Sonia in the blast.