The DON Herself

Chapter5:Interrogation

Sanita’s POV;

My eyes slowly blink open. I looked around and saw that I was in a dark room, obviously, and by instinct, I tried to get up and was drawn back, noticing that I was tied up on a chair.

Good.

Everything was still going according to plan. Well… almost. The gunshot hadn’t been part of it, and neither was he.

David De Luca.

Even now, the image of him still lingers in my mind. Dark eyes, but so empty. Too empty for a man who had everything. Sharp features, a controlled presence, and, above all, danger are wrapped around him in perfection. He’s also so fit and tall, with black hair, and he's beard.

Damn. So sexy a man.

Unfortunately, I came to kill a fine specimen. I might at least extract his sperm so that I can have his genes in my child. I think he might be the only Italian who is not disgusting. The sound of footsteps pulled me back to reality.

“Wow, she’s awake,” a guy said, and I looked up. I saw a young boy looking at me, amused, and he left. Another man enters, but is not the finest specimen; this one is also fine, but not that fine. Sanita, are you crazy? Focus on what you came here for, damn.

This man's name is Leonard; he’s the second in command. I make sure to familiarize myself with this stupid and disgusting mafia before coming here.

“OK, welcome to the living,” he said while smiling, and I rolled my eyes.

“I know you are the enemy or maybe not, but i need advice here. Do these pants make me sexy and shape my ass?” He turn to let me look it right.

With a boring expression, I reply, “.... Yes.”

“Good. Now what were you doing in our basement?” He turned, seriously looking at me, dead in the eyes.

Define bipolar

I just looked at him in quiet silence and balanced myself on the chair.

“Fine, don't talk. I like to have fun tho.” He shrugged and went to the table where my favorite torture tools.

He took a blade, balanced it, played with it, and looked at me from behind and smirked. Okay, that was creepy. He approached me with slow steps, and I was looking at him with a bored expression. He smiled, and before making his first mark on my thigh, the door pushed open.

“Get Out!”

That Voice.

Leo left the place, and the fine specimen followed him, the converse in Italian, but it was quiet. I couldn’t figure out what they were saying.

Yes, I speak Italian. I speak 6 languages. English, Russian, Italian, Arabic, Spanish, and French. So I am good.

The Fine Specimen returned with two other boys who stopped at the entrance. Now that I see him in the light, he’s more handsome, he has messy hair, and the beard omg a turn on damn. He has light caramel skin, he wears a shirt and pants, the tie is undone, and the sleeves are rolled up. He approached and stopped a centimeter from me. He looked at me for over 2 minutes, and I did the same.

No one breaks contact. “Who are you??” He asked calmly, to my dismay.

I stared at him again.

“Well, it depends,” I say softly, “if you want to know the truth or…. A lie?”

And within a second, a pistol was placed against my forehead. I promise you I didn’t even blink. I think Flash needs to review his speed because this fine specimen is faster.

His gaze locked onto mine, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.

“What were you doing in my basement?” he asked again.

“Answer carefully.”

“I was looking for food,” I said dryly. “What do you think an assassin like me will be doing there?”

“Your mouth will be sealed if I pull the trigger. Don’t try me.”

I rolled my eyes. They are so bipolar, damn. “I don’t like repeating myself, so answer,” I stared at him, remaining silent, staring into his eyes.

The gun fired.

Right beside my head, the sound echoed sharply through the room. Silence followed. Still, I didn’t move.

“You want it the hard way…huh??” he said and smirked while I kept on staring at him.

"Cen, portami una lama... vuole essere marchiata a fuoro,” he said, mentioning to one of the guys standing close to the door.

They left towards the beautiful table at the side, touched the equipment, and brought out a shining NQ blades… one of my favorites. Let's see what he will do with it. He went and gave it to the fine specimen in front of me.

“Ruining a beautiful skin is not my day-to-day thing, but man needs to start something, doesn’t he??” He said to me, tracing the blade to my arm, locking eyes with me, and I smiled.

He’s a fine sh*t, I promise you

“Careful,” I murmured. “You might end up enjoying it.” I smiled then licked my lips.

He narrowed his eyes at me, “What is your name ??”

“Ann,” I spoke almost too quickly.

I am sure if he has brains, he caught it.

“Ann, what??”

“Ann Vinca” Tessa gave me this name to use whenever I am asked, because he has set up a whole background story of this name, if ever they want to do a background search.

“I don’t believe you,” he said simply.

“But I need something to call you.”

“So…” He stands up straight and puts his hands behind his back.

“What were you doing in my basement??”

“For a man who doesn't like to repeat himself, you are not doing a great job right now, aren’t you?” I asked, showing my thirty-one white teeth and one diamond tooth.

Without blinking, he flips the blade in the air before catching it and stabbing it straight into my thighs. I remain emotionless. He smirked and twisted it slightly. Watching me, waiting. Damn, this fine specimen is not joking.

“I was sent and paid to kill you.”

“So you’re an assassin??”

“No, I am a stripper. Of course, I am an assassin,” I rolled my eyes.

He leans towards me so that I can feel and smell his minty breath.

“Don’t put ideas like that in my head again.” I smiled and winked at him.

“Who sent you?”

“God??.... i don’t know duh,” i replied dryly.

“Questa bella ragazza sta rendendo le cose difficili… Dannazione,” he mutters.

Translate: (This fine girl is making things difficult....damn)

“Believe me, if I had known who sent me, I would have split it out. Why hold onto information that will not save my life right now?” I say

He studied me for a while. Then he dropped the blade and left. Silence filled the room again.

And I bent down and saw my thighs, one more scar left on this worthless body…