CHAPTER 1~2 ★•~★•~★
{ SCARLETT OSVALDO }
The screams and wails from the prisoners echoed through the four corners of my office wall, disrupting my moment of quietness and peace.
They were obviously torturing some prisoners to speak about the missing shipment stolen from our residence.
I shut the lid of the laptop on the desk in front of me as I let out a muffled groan, trying so hard not to pull my hair out of my skull.
I swear I will kill everyone in that jail if they don't f**king keep it down. I am trying to concentrate here.
Another scream boomed and f**k I couldn't take it anymore.
I stood up and stormed out of my office, having one direction in mind.
As I walked past the guards littered around the underground, they bowed their heads in respect and also in fear.
I paid no attention to them as I am really pissed off.
There came another scream louder than before. It became louder probably because I was standing in front of the iron giant gate that leads to each prison.
The guard standing in front of the gate bowed his head immediately and opened the gate for me.
I went inside, cracking my knuckles and stretching my muscles as well.
The whole place smelled of sweat and blood. And one of them was my favorite scent; Blood.
I examined the not-so-bright room, burying my hands into the pocket of the thick leather hoodie I was wearing.
A man in his thirties was positioned in the center of the room, head hanging low.
He looks dead but the faint breathing coming from him signifies otherwise.
Blood and sweat merged dripping down from his body to the concrete ground.
His both hands were tied back and his legs were also tied to the uncomfortable chair.
I love what I see but I hate how loud his screams were.
The torturers were doing a good job but not good enough to make the bastard talk.
I turned my gaze to the head of the torturer and he immediately bowed his head.
"Miss,"
"What is going on? I thought I told you I do not want to be disturbed." I frowned.
"I'm so sorry, Miss. The pr*ck just wouldn't say what he knows. We have been trying to get him to speak but it's fruitless." He complained.
"I see." I stepped closer to the prisoner, tilting my head to the side. "I will start talking if I were you."
He sluggishly looked up and I saw the fear that clouded his eyes as soon as he saw me.
That's it. Be afraid of me.
I smirked enjoying the power I possess wherever I go.
Who doesn't know me? I am Scarlett Osvaldo. Heir to the Italian mafia empire. I rule, dominate and speak power. I am feared, respected, and admired.
Those who dare look me in the eyes never live to tell the story of what they see.
I have never failed any assigned mission and never will. I am regarded as one of the most brutal and deadly assassins in the world of mafias.
I have lived up to the honor of being the heir of my father's empire not just because of my skills but also because of the dangerous aura that revolves around me.
There is a reason why I am popularly known as 'Daddy's vixen.'
"I... I don't know...any... anything." He forced himself to speak.
"You do. That's what my instinct tells me and they are never wrong. Tell me what you know and I will give you a quick and peaceful death." I negotiated.
I didn't want to lie to him by giving him false hope that I will let him go if he tells me where I can find my father's damn shipment.
Because the truth is, I will never let him live even if he tells me where I can find the shipment.
I can only give him a quick and beautiful death. Come on, that's me being nice.
He swallowed audibly, looking at me. I can see in his eyes that he was contemplating whether to tell me the truth or still keep up with the "I don't know anything" bullshit.
I am not dumb. I can read the most invisible handwriting on the wall.
"The time is ticking. Start talking. I don't have all day."
"I..." He hesitated. "I don't know anything."
Oh, f**k.
Are we still doing this?
"Okay." I sauntered to the table filled with different kinds of weapons and picked up a pair of pliers. "I am going to give you three chances to start talking or regret not talking."
The beast in me was gradually surfacing itself and God helps this bastard soul for he will beg for death and will not see it.
"Three," I started the countdown, my eyes burning in rage.
"Just kill me!" He screamed.
"Two,"
"I don't know anything. You are wasting your time!"
"One. Time up." I nodded my head to the boys and they quickly surrounded the prisoner, releasing his hands but still leaving his legs tied up against the chair.
"Wha... What are you doing?" He asked fearfully not understanding a thing of what was going on.
Before he could comprehend anything, his left pinky finger fell off to the ground.
"Arghhh!" He screamed in agony, writhing on the chair as he struggled to break out of my boys hold.
His blood splattered everywhere and I couldn't stop the smile that creep up to my face. I love being in control of people's pain. I love watching them scream in agony, begging to be spared.
I am no psychopath but feel free to call me a monster.
I chopped off two more of his fingers. Seven more to go.
"Please..." He cried like a baby and that made it more fun.
I chopped off two more. Damn, he has no fingers in his left hand so I went on to his right hand.
If it was possible to cry out blood, this dude would have been crying blood right now.
"Please. Wait," He begged.
"What did you say?" I heard him clearly but where is the fun if I don't tease him a little?
"I... I know where the shipment is. Please stop the torture. It hurts." He pleaded in tears and anguish.
"Where is the shipment then? What's stopping you from talking?"
He gulped. "Linus has it."
"Linus?"
He nodded his head. "Yes. Linus Maynard."
Linus Maynard. Ugh, that bastard.
"And where is the idiot?"
"I don't know but he is in town." He answered.
I backed away from him and turned to the torturer.
"I already got what I want. Kill him."
"Yes, Miss." He bowed his head.
I dropped the pliers on the ground and headed for the door but stopped and turned back to them.
"Give him a quick death. He has earned it." With that said, I left the dungeon.
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I left the underground and went straight to my father's office to tell him the good news.
The trip to his office was a short one.
I knocked on the door and waited for his permission to let me in but they never came.
Was he in? I wonder.
I can be everything, cold, mean, heartless, controlling, just name them but the one person who has control over me is my father.
To be honest, he was someone I always look up to. He was my role model, my best friend and all. I love him to death. Well, I love my whole family and can do anything for them.
I turned sharply to the guard standing a mile away from me and the door. He look like one who was going to pee on his body if care is not taken.
How did a weakling like him get to work under the Italian mafia empire?
"Is my father in?" I snarled.
He quickly fell to his knees. What the hell? Who the f**k is this idiot?
"I'm sorry." He apologized.
Why was he apologizing? Does he think I am here to punish him? What is going on with him?
F**k, I think it's high time we fire some fools that isn't capable of working in the empire.
I moved to him. "Why are you apologizing? What did you do?"
"No... Nothing." He stuttered, trembling like a fish drawn out of the river.
The urge to kill him was pressuring me like f**k. Idiots like him always find a way of annoying me. They irritate me.
I ask again, how did he end up working for the Italian mafia empire? We are usually known for our bravery and fearlessness but people like this are bound to ruin our reputations.
I always select them out like I am selecting dirt from beans.
"What are you apologizing for? Answer me!"
"Oh, Scarlett. You are scaring the poor guard. What did he do wrong?" Dad's voice came from behind.
I scoffed. "I am not doing anything to him, dad. He was the one who got on my nerves."
"Really? How is that?"
"I asked if you were in your office and instead of him giving a straightforward answer. He started apologizing." I rolled my eyes.
"Why?"
"Ask him."
Dad faced the guard. "Why were you apologizing?"
The guard lowered his head almost kissing the tiled floor. "I... I thought she was mad at me. She was looking so pissed off."
You have got to be kidding me. By the time I finish discussing with my father. I am going to fire this boy-boy. I swear.
Dad chuckled. "Her face is always like that. Gosh. Scarlett, you are now scaring the guards with your hard-looking face, huh?" He opened the door to his office and walked in.
I followed him from behind and shut the door behind us.
"Where did you get that weak boy from, dad?" I questioned. "Come to think of it, I don't think I have seen his face around the empire before."
"Do you know every guard in the empire?"
"Uh, I might not know their names but trust me, I recognize every face." I bragged as I sat down.
"Of course, you do." He sat down as well. "Why have you come to see me? Shouldn't you be in the underground, trying to get that guy to talk about the whereabouts of my shipment?"
"Dad, you are underestimating me, you know."
"I can never do that, love. You always find a way to prove to the mafia world that you are not to be trampled upon. You are my pride."
That, I am.
"However, I still want to know why it is taking so long for you to get him to talk."
"That's because I gave the job to the torturers while I go through some documents."
"Oh. I get it now. I'm sorry for almost doubting you."
"That's fine. Anyway, I took matters into my hand today and tortured him myself."
Dad's lip stretched into a smile as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the clean desk.
"I sense good news. I'm eagerly waiting, love."
"Linus."
"Linus?"
"Linus has the shipment."
"Wait a minute," He paused as if trying to process the words. "Linus Maynard. The brother of Baron Maynard?"
"Yup."
The mention of the Maynard brought in a spark of anger in me. The beast in me always gets provoked by the mention of just their names.
You might be wondering who they are, let me go into a not detailed background story about them for you.
The Maynard are in control of the Russian mafia empire. Mr. & Mrs. Maynard has two children, Jesse Maynard who is the same age as my baby brother.
Oh wait, I didn't tell you about my brother, right? Don't worry, I will tell you about him some other time. Let's just focus on the 'Maynard.'
Their other child is Harry. He is the same age as me and likewise the heir of the Russian mafia empire... He is my worst enemy. I hate him so much. If you ask me to choose between him and the idiot in front of this office door. I will choose ten of that idiots over one of him.
He is the one person who dares look me in the eyes without flinching or cowering in fear.
Do you know how many times I tried to kill him? F**k. He is also the one and only mission I have ever failed.
F**k that bastard called Harry Maynard.
Argh. The thought of him is annoying the shit out of me.
Now back to the current matter at hand. Linus Maynard is the brother of Baron Maynard, the father of Harry and Jesse.
They are our biggest rival and we are not on good terms with them.
"How dare that fool steal my shipment? What gave him the audacity?" Father growled, balling his fist in fury.
"Calm down, dad. You don't have to worry about anything, okay? I have everything under control, trust me." I smirked.
"Are you going to kill him?" He asked.
I leaned back into my seat and put my legs up on the desk.
Every chance I get to kill a family of the Maynard was like winning a lottery. I wouldn't miss any chance to end their miserable lives. Especially that animal whose name I don't want to mention because it makes me sick!
"No animal goes into my den and comes out of it alive, father. He brought the fate of death upon himself."
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