The Mafia Queens Servant

VALENTINA'S POV

The moment I walked into the room, I was overcome by the repulsive scent of rotting carcasses and blood.

Despite always keeping my eyes and ears tuned to the ground, I pondered how this crucial piece of information had escaped my grasp.

It's the reason my father, Don Matteo, refers to me as the hawk.

The second in charge of the largest Mafia clan in Italy, and soon to be Donna of the Mafia, I am Valentina Rossi, your worst nightmare.

I'm sickened just thinking about it, and my stomach turns, but this is the world I was born into, and I have to deal with it or face my father's anger.

"What is the meaning of this rubbish!" The gang members all stare at the floor, frightened to look me in the eye, as soon as I enter the room, I say.

"I know I am talking to humans here so for your good, better start talking!"

When I scream in that voice that terrifies men and makes them shudder, they instantly kneel to me without any questioning.

"Mafia queen, we do not know how this happened, we just got informed..." His incomplete sentence was met with a forceful smack, and he winced as he spat blood.

What a dumb idiot.

Could you please keep track of yourself speaking? Did you hear the garbage you just said? I wonder where my father got all of you; you were fucking meant to protect the borders, you fool. We've lost forty soldiers in two months, and now you're spitting crap.

I cried out, kicking the stools that were in my way, while attempting to quiet my anxious mind.

These men don't realize how serious their errors are, and I will pay the price for their offenses.

It's well-known that Don Matteo never accepts a no, especially from someone in whom he has so great faith.

He is definitely going to kill me tonight; I'm not even sure how to begin explaining any of this.

"You have no idea how much you just hurt me. "You idiots, you go down with me if I go down, and I don't care if I kill you all myself. You know how ruthless Don can be, and yet you choose to make this mistake."

My chest was heaving up and down when I screamed in fury.

I inserted the cigarette between my middle and index fingers, lighted it, and exhaled the smoke into my lungs before puffing it out.

I repeat this process a few more times while they watch me move.

"What about the supplies, I guess they're in good condition?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer that may at least lessen my punishment for tonight, with my back to them.

"Mafia queen, we can explain..." The man that I had yelled at before, Camilo, was the official duty spokesman.