The Don's Wanted Woman

"AHH!!" I watched helplessly as my brother was being tortured. His body hung above the ground by a chain attached to the ceiling, while I looked on from my hiding spot behind a shelf. The operation was simple, deliver the drugs to the client and get the money. But my brother had no idea the buyer was an undercover cop. He managed to get away but his team were taken away by the police, along with 5 pounds of cocaine. And a few hours later, most of our warehouses were being raided. Another piercing scream escaped my brother and I immediately covered my ears with my hands. I couldn't help feeling guilty, I was the one who roped him into this world after all. All he ever wanted was to live a normal, but I believed working for the Mafia would give us better lives. And now I was going to watch him die. I stared at his body already covered in large cuts and burns while his mouth spat out large amounts of blood. I wiped the tears that had gathered around the corner of my eyes and straighten my back before I quietly made my way out of the building. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms on my chest while trying to block out the screams that were stuck in my head. I had to get him out of there, but didn't know how. After a moment of thought, an idea formed in my head. I walked as fast as I could away from the building until I got to the street. I stood in the middle of the road and stared ahead as a car sped towards me, but I didn't move an inch. The headlights shone on my face once it got close. I reached under my shirt and pulled out my gun and pointed it towards the car. The tyres screeched as the driver stepped on the brakes. I walked to the car door and opened it. "Please don't shoot." The driver begged with his hands in the air, but I didn't respond. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him out to the ground. I got in the car and shut the door before I drove off. After a thirty minute drive, I finally arrived at the Lorenzo mansion, which belonged to Carl Lorenzo, head of the Lorenzo Mafia. The guards station at the entrance easily let me through the gates. After all, I was lorenzo's most trusted capo. I parked right in front of the main entrance and made my way in. "Ma'am, can I get you a drink?" A maid called out to me but I brushed past her and made my way up the grand stairs to the top floor. I walked past multiple halls until I stood in front of a large double door belonging to a study. I pushed it open and walked in. There was already a man in his mid thirties, seated behind the desk. "Bold move barging in." Carl said in a low voice before reaching for a glass of whiskey on his desk and emptying the liquid into his mouth. "My brother, let him go." I said walking closer toward him. I watched as a smirk formed on his lips. "I can't have incompetent people like him around. If only he was half as good as you, Lisa." he said while pouring another round into his glass. "I have the LA police snooping around my warehouses, hotels and everything that has my name attached to it. He has to pay even if it has to be with his life." "Please. He is all I've got." I pleaded but he responded with a loud laugh. "No. Now get out." He said and returned his attention to the paperwork in front of him. He was as arrogant as ever, why did I even bother trying to reason with him? I started pacing back and forth, breathing heavily as I felt my patience wearing thin. "You know," I said walking back to his desk and I placed both of my arms on it. "I would hate for the FBI to get a tip that you were the one who ordered the assassination of the former chief of police." His eyes slowly shifted from the documents in front of him and landed on me. "As well as your so called legitimate business being a cover up for all those kids you buy and use to traffic drugs." I continued, my eyes stared back at his without wavering as I said each word. He seemed to be taken off guard for a moment before he regained his composure. "You would do no such thing." He warned, leaning in closer. "Release Toby and let us both walk away. Cause trust me, I have enough evidence to put you away for a really long time." He stared at me for a second through narrowed eyes before he slowly released a low laugh. I felt nothing but pure anger and disgust. Does he find this funny? "You." I pulled out my gun again. I pointed it straight at him and his laughter died down immediately. "Pointing a gun at me? I'm sure you're familiar with the consequences that follow such actions." He said with a smug look which got on my nerves more. I pressed my fingers hard on the trigger and sent a bullet straight into his shoulder. I watched him gritt his teeth in pain as he pressed his palm hard against the hole. "Pick up that phone and make the order or I promise I'm going to shoot your brains out."