The DON Herself

Chapter1:Attractive Woman

There’s always a saying: even the most intelligent and wise man is dumb when he is with an attractive, confident woman (and I am here to show what that means)

The bass of the music burst through the walls of X-Zone Club, lights flashing in dangerous shades of red and black. Perfect place for sin. Perfect place for death. I sat at the bar, swirling my vodka, my eyes locked on my target across the room.

Marcine Russo.

One of the Italian mafia’s key men. Weapons. Shipments. Power. But behind that polished title? A monster lies. A mf r****t, and I’m sure his boss doesn’t know it, the whole organization will burn him alive. At least I respect them for that. Marcine has the information I rightfully and desperately need. And he will give it to me by crook or by hook or by charm. I will go for the latter, then come back to the former. Anyway, here I am seducing an Italiano.

Disgusting.

Marcine was sitting in his chair in the VIP area, surprisingly, with no girl really around him, touching him, kissing him, or doing sh*t. Weird. Then he took a puff of his cigarette and blew into the air. Maybe he just wanted to enjoy himself by himself. I downed the rest of my drink and stood, smoothing down my dress as I made my way toward the VIP section. Slow steps. Controlled breathing. Perfect timing.

He didn’t notice me at first. Good. But when I passed him

I “accidentally” stumbled.

Keyword: accidentally

Strong hands caught me instantly. Too easy. “I’m so sorry,” I said softly, pointing at the faint stain on his trousers. “Let me get you something to clean that.”

“It’s nothing,” he replied with a smile showing his golden teeth, which made my skin crawl. “Please, Gorgeous… sit.”

I smiled back. Sweet. Polite. Deadly.

“What’s your name?” he asks

“Grace,” I lied (of course), covering up my Russian accent.

“You. What’s yours??” I asked, leaning in for him to see my cleavage, and he smirked.

The fact that nobody knows I exist is a blessing I will never be angry about, and it makes my job so easy. No one knows about my brother and me. As far as I know, we don’t have any legal documents tied to us to show we exist. And no one knows who took over the Russian DON position (which is me)

“My name is John,” He lies too, and I give him a small smile. We both knew we were lying.

And yet…

“Nice meeting you, John,” I said.

“So tell me what you are doing here all alone. You know the earth is dangerous, huh?” he asks. I leaned in slightly, just enough to keep his attention.

“Just looking for some fun, to have with a capable person. Any s*x is fine," I reply with a flirtatious smirk. His eyes darkened.

Hooked. Exactly where I wanted him.

“Well then… This one is wild,” he slowly says while dragging his fat cigarette. He smirked, “Maybe we should continue this somewhere more private.” I pretended to hesitate. Then smiled.

“Lead the way,” he says and winks. Old man knows how to wink?? Damn

Glupaya Suka (Translation: Stupid B*tch)

I stand, and he follows like the dog he is.

“Sounds perfectly fine to me,” I say, and he places those disgusting hands on my back; my back literally aches now. Once we leave, we get into his car, and his place is just a 5-minute drive from the club. Beautiful hotel, I must say. When we arrived, he parked his car, opened the door for me (this is Italian, and their romantic gestures), and we started walking to his suite.

Once we arrived, he didn't even allow me to breathe in the scent of his room. He pushes me roughly against the wall, kissing me and locking the door at the same time. I quickly woke up and kissed him back, so no suspicion needed to be found yet. He then lifts me into the air, wrapping my legs around his disgusting waist, and he starts walking backward to the bed, where, when he arrives, he sits and plunges his disgusting tongue into my mouth.

Ugh, I want to. Throw. Up, but what to do?? I have once forced someone to eat his own eyeballs and tongue before they die. As he is kissing me, I grind my hips down to his, and he lets out a groan. I started running my hands through his white silk hair and to his chest to check if he had any mics on, and found that he had none. How can he be so careless today? I wonder,

I smile knowing that he doesn’t have mics, and also my younger brother has already disabled anything that was enabled by now. Let the real party start, b*tch. I grind hard on him and say, “You like this, Marcine?”

He immediately freezes against my neck, tensing up. In a sec, it took him to register what i had said that i already had a knife to his neck, pushing it down enough to draw blood. I smile at his shocked expression, which quickly turns into pure rage.

“Who the f*ck are you??” he speaks loudly. Many people are sleeping, lower it.

“I don’t think you will ever know, and it doesn’t matter,” i replied, letting my Russian accent be more pronounced.

“Ah, Motherf*cking Russian. I should have known better, stupid me,” he says, and for a second, pity overwhelmed me. Or not,

“Aw, I am sorry, Marcine. Did I hurt your petite feelings? " You are really pitiful,” i taunted him.

“David will kill you and take down the rest of your stupid, pathetic Mafia.” He ignores me

“You see, firstly, I am not sure if he will notice you have disappeared. Second of all, how are you supposed to kill someone that doesn’t even exist??” I reply with a smirk.

“Who sent you?” he asked me. He is asking too many questions in my avis, right??

“Myself,” i reply, pushing the knife deeper into his neck, and he grunts in pain.

“I thought you were stronger than this,” i smiled.

“I know the Italians are hosting a ball for their mafia. When is it?” i asked.

“Go to hell,” he loudly replies.

I pressed the knife slightly deeper, not enough to kill, just enough to remind him how close death was. “You’re not in a position to refuse.” He laughed weakly, trying to act strong. Pathetic. I took out my gun without hesitation and knocked him over the head. He falls unconscious. I tied him securely to the bed and pulled a chair close, sitting down calmly as if this were just another routine task.

Anyway, it was.

Everything was under control.

Everything was going according to plan. Until

Knock, knock

I froze.

Another knock again. Slower this time. More deliberate. My grip on the knife tightened. No one was supposed to be here.

No one.

A slow smile spread across my lips.

Finally… something interesting to pass the time with.