A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 6

Gino Rossi

My eyes snapped open and I immediately didn't recognise where I was. My confusion, however, was only a short-lived distraction from the throbbing coming from my head. I went to comfort my head with my hands but quickly realised my hands were restrained, tied to an uncomfortable wooden chair alongside my legs. I instantly knew who my captor was.

That b***h. I always had a weakness for blondes.

The tapping of heels along the floor sent a vicious shiver down my spine, the cold finger of reality punishing me.

I looked up as I found her stood in front of me. I had to appreciate her body. Her long legs, her long blonde hair flowing in loose curls down her back, her pouty lips currently pulled into a bored smile, her blue eyes, and dark eyelashes. Her skin, pale showing off a few dark tattoos that littered her skin.

Once our eyes met, I saw the violent fire ignite in her eyes. Her excitement of what was to come.

She spoke in her English accented voice that entranced me once before.

"Let me reintroduce myself, I'm Blaise, the heir to the English Mafia. It's nice to meet you!"

My eyes widened as my jaw dropped. There were only rumours of an heir to the English Mafia being alive. The myth played out that the heir lacked empathy and guilt but was cunning and talented. Their gender was unknown, along with their name but it was common knowledge their beauty was unreasonably grand.

I was not getting out of this alive.

Blaise Taylor

I saw it. The sudden realisation within him of who I was and what I was going to do to him.

I loved moments like that.

"So, Gino, I'm going to get straight to the point. I need you to tell me how the Italian Mafia is still getting their guns despite no longer having a supplier!"

My voice remained without emotion despite my hands shaking in rage. We worked so hard to get their original supplier to become loyal to us but the Italian Mafia just don't go down. All that work, for nothing. Time wasted. 

Gino was not skilled enough to notice my internal battle to remain emotionless and instead he was focused on trying to not look scared. I could tell he had years of training but his voice still had a slight quiver when he spoke, "Well sweetheart, I'd love to tell you but unfortunately I don't want to."

"I was hoping you'd say that,” I said beginning to grin.

I walked away from Gino, so I could grab my favourite knife off of the small table, a beautiful purple balisong knife. The knife was purposely slightly blunt, so when I cut into his skin while it took more effort from me, the pain was stretched out over a longer period and was more intense. 

I skipped back over to Gino and smiled.

"Suddenly want to share some information now?" 

With a slight hesitation, he still shook his head, clearly not trusting his voice to not give away his fear.

His loyalty admittedly did surprise me but I continued.

I flipped the knife around in my hand and plunged it into his thigh without warning, I pulled it out and lightly brushed my tongue against the knife newly bloodied edge.

His eyes widened as his brain processed the monster that stood before him.

I knelt down next to his tied legs and ripped the knife into his trouser material, freeing a single leg from the cloth.

I began to then slowly dig the knife down into his skin, peeling chucks off.

Skinning him alive.

Gino's broken screams filled the room.

He broke in five minutes, much to my disappointment as I was excited for this torture session to be a spiritual release of my anger.

"OKAY! The guns come from the new alliance with the Russians, the Italian heir is to marry the Russian mafia's second eldest."

Instead of being satisfied with getting an answer, my rage grew.

This stupid f*****g Italian brother-murderer, pain-in-my-ass, was winning again.

I looked at Gino and with no mercy or doubt, I sliced his neck. I watched him choke on his blood, until he eventually bled out. He would have been a loose end that I could not have had running around, I had a reputation to uphold.

"Riposa in pace, figlio di puttana!"

{rest in peace, motherfucker}

Laughing at my own cheesiness, I stormed out to find my father, leaving Gino's corpse to rot.

I entered my dad's office without knocking, "Daddy dearest, I have some great news!"  I said in a sickly-sweet voice.

He looked at me and nodded for me to continue.

"Turns out the Russian Mafia and the Italian Mafia are creating an alliance by marriage. The Italian fucker is at it again!"

My father got to his feet.

"It looks like you have another mission."