THE CONSIGLIERE

CHAPTER I

"Signore Francisco, have you heard this very famous line?" I look at the man in his mid-30s' sitting across me, sipping on his wine. Though I am in front of him he acts like I am not existent. I just give him a smile and take the wine glass in my lips.

Since I came here, he never even lay his eyes on me. He talks to his caporegimes like I am not here. They normally converse like I never existed in front of them. This jerk will die in my hands today. I lightly put the wine back to the table and took a bread knife. Finally the capos look at me but the underboss that I want to speak with didn't bother to throw a look.

"I regret the unhappiness of princes who are slaves to forms and fettered by caution. It was said by a famous female monarch of England." Finally I caught his attention. He look at me as if I pinch an old wound but I ignored his death glare and smiled at him.

"Finally, you can see me, signore." I hilariously said as I giggled. I played the knife in my fingers, while I look at the man in front of me. He doesn't look threatened but I can feel how he wants me dead.

"You are a mere woman. How dare you talk to me like that?" Looks like my world is going to explode as I hear him talk down to me.

"I am a mere woman. HAHAHA!" I laugh out loud hearing what comes out from his mouth. I really don't like this family since I met them, years ago. They speak what inside of their little like anchovy brains. They don't know how to filter and choose words that can make them feel like brainy and safe.

"Mad woman." I stop laughing and I stop playing the knife that I am holding. The knife edge is now pointing straight to the young master of the family. The underboss that I need to take care of. Now everyone is pointing there gun to me, except of course to the underboss and capos. They are not scared neither felt fear. I dropped the knife and put my hands up.

"I am just a mad woman, why pointing a gun towards a weak woman. I am just hear to talk."

"We have nothing to talk about. You are just a mere foot soldier." I lowered my hands and look at the knife in the middle of the table and look at straight to this damn old man's eyes and smiled.

"Consigliere!" I look at the man who's running towards our table. He is covered by blood and catching his breath as he reaches us.

The people in front of me were taken aback as they heard the word that they never expected to hear. They look at the man who just stop in our table with their brows meeting between their foreheads.

"Consigliere?" The underboss asked, but the person who just came didn't bother to look at him or answer him, he just look at me and waits for me to answer me.

"Am I not fit to be called that, Signore Francisco?" I coldly asked him, throwing in a necklace that bears our crest and my name with it. "I guess a pretty lady in red dress, wearing high heels cannot be a consigliere."

One of the capos grab the necklace and gave it to the underboss. He carefully look at it and I can see how surprise he is to see my name and the family crest.

"Consigliere Czarina Lucania, and you are from the Lucania Family." He laugh after knowing who I am and I can sense no fear but disappointment and disbelief.

I rolled my eyes and coldly look at him. I really can't compose myself anymore. I am tired of speaking in behalf of my family. And honestly I am not trying to be good for them. I am here to take lives after all. I guess it was better to make my gun talk to him instead of me speaking and wasting my damn effort to make him understand that he is going to die.

"Enough."

"You can't take the mockery?" One of his capos asked but I just smiled at him.

"I only said a word. And you think I am saying it to stop him mocking me? And you are so disrespectful towards someone higher than your status. You wanna die?" They stop laughing at once and look at me very seriously.

"Why are you here?"

"I don't need to repeat myself. But let me shorten what I wanna say."

"Consigliere Czarina..." I look at my man which make him stops speaking. I know what he wanna say, that they are already set.

"Are you enjoying yourself being called consigliere? How could it be possible for a female to be a consigliere?"

"Simple, I am capable of what other consiglieres can do. And mostly I am a sharp shooter."

"Don Lucio really is getting old, that he even cannot choose a competent consigliere. I really have high hopes that the next consigliere of Lucania will be greater than the late bastard but it turns out..."

"It turns out the one who became the consigliere was the one who almost murdered you 10 years ago." His eyes widen as soon as I speak about what happened 10 years ago. Even the capos are speechless.

I grabbed one of the rifles from their man and start pulling the trigger, taking the lives of their foot soldiers. They were too lazy to react. They even point their guns too late. I throw the gun in the middle of the table, which makes the glass table shatters into pieces. I look to the direction where my people hides.

"Don't you dare pull the trigger or else you will drop dead." I threatened as the red dot aims on their head. They slowly drop their weapon and glared to me, I just give them a sweet smile.

"You can't kill me, consigliere."

"Oh, thank you for finally acknowledging me. But did you forgot what I told you a while ago? That, I regret the unhappiness of princes who are slaves to forms and fettered by caution. It was meant for you, and I know that you take it to your heart because you are that prince. No need to explain. I am here to free that prince anyways."

"HOW DARE YOU! YOU ARE LOWER THAN ME!"

"Ow, I am ahead than you. But you know why I am here and not facing your father instead? Because your father is nothing compared to you. You are crueler than him. You killed our foot soldiers just to satisfy yourself. And now I am returning the favor, ten folds."

"My father."

"Your father can do nothing against me or my family."

"Consigliere Czarina, we need to go."

"Oh, I guess it's done." My man nodded. "That's good. Time to leave the hell." I walk slowly towards my prey who flinches and I giggled. I can smell fear and I love it.

"Per pagare e morire c'e sempre tempo. (There is always time to pay and die.)" I whispered to his ear, as I take my necklace to his hands. My man disarmed them. "Don't make a move till I walk out from this villa or else you're gonna die sooner than you think." I sweetly smiled at him.

I walk out from the villa and take the sniper from my man. I can still see those bastards at the pavilion. They were anxious to move because of the red dots on their heads. I look at their legs and one by one I shoots them on both legs, so that they cannot run away.

"Falli ballare all'inferno. (Make them dance in hell.)"