The DON Herself

Chapter2:One Man is Down

I moved towards the door, and my hand hovered over the handle before I leaned forward, peering through the small viewing glass.

Room service?. I frowned. No one was supposed to come up here.

“What do you want?” i asked.

“Mr. John always drinks his milk at this time. I am here to give him,” She/he says, Sorry, I can’t differentiate between a man or a woman just by their voice. I am too lazy for that.

“Oh, he’s sleeping, i will give him up. Just leave it at the door, please,” i say.

“Okay, thank you, ma’am. If you need anything, I am just a minute away,” she bowed and left.

After a few minutes, just to be sure. I opened the door, took the milk, looked at it, and drank it. At least I am the one who will be doing more work tonight, not him. I went back to my seat, grabbed his phone from the floor. Unlocked.

Careless.

Very careless.

I scrolled through his messages and contacts, looking for any useful piece of information. And then, there it was. Something useful.

A small piece… but enough to matter. I tossed the phone aside, leaning back in my chair as I waited. Half an hour or so, his lazy, disgusting ass started getting up, but seriously, if these are the men David is leading, no sh*t, Sherlock, he needs new people. His eyes slowly blinked open and landed on me, and I started clapping.

“Finally, I was already tired of waiting. I didn’t even hit you that hard… " You can’t be serious, I'm just a woman,” I say.

“F*ck you,” He says

“First of all, it will never happen because, hello, you are dying, and second of all, is that how your mother taught you to speak to a woman??” I held back a laugh, went straight to him, and gave him a little hard slap. Just a little

“You’re insane,” he says, tightening his jaw.

“ Yes, I am, for sure. But that’s not why we are here, okay? I am here to get a job done and to ask you certain questions. Just one ... or two," I said, and took two steps backward to look at him very well.

“Now. When is the ball??... Well, I know already, but I need confirmation, and also who will not be there??” I ask kindly.

“ I already told you, go to hell, and I’m not talking sh*t, ” he says, bowing his head to reduce the pain in his neck from my cut.

He stays silent, staying loyal to his leader and the mafia (if it is not that cute, then I don’t know what it is)

I exhaled slowly. Then I moved toward him with the blade in my hands. The blade traced lightly across his chest, just enough to draw a thin line of red.

A warning.

Not the end. He flinched…. But stayed quiet. Stubborn.

“That just won’t do,” I say, and press down harder, drawing blood and causing a scar. Well, the scar will not exist again anyway.

Still nothing from him.

“You know, I knew you would not speak easily, and that’s more fun for me.” I smiled and

Stepped back, then struck him across the face. His head snapped to the side, blood touching his lip. Still, Another Silence. I picked up my gun and aimed it at his left leg. Pulled the trigger, and the shot echoed through the room. He screamed, his body jerking against the restraints.

I didn’t blink. I fired again at the same spot with precision. Pain occurred, and now he understood.

“It’s in two days!” he shouted, breathing heavily. “You’re crazy.” I smiled.

“Well, you see, it wasn’t that hard, now what’s it??” I taunted.

“Now tell me who is not going??” I asked for the last time, and he glared at me, not saying anything. I smiled and aimed at the same spot on his left leg, but this time i missed.

He cries, “Everybody is going, everybody,” he breathes heavily.

Silence fell again.

But this time, I was the one thinking. Everyone? That didn’t make any sense. Not for an event like that, not for something so controlled. Something was off. While I was still thinking, he said: “Who are you??”

I smile, “Well, as you're dying, let me tell you the truth for once, okay?” I say, clearing my throat.

I stepped closer, closer enough to whisper and let him hear. “My name is Sanita Kuznetsov.” His eyes widened. I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping, “The Don herself.” Fear. Real fear.

“And the Silencer.” Recognition hit him like a second bullet. Good.

“Now tell your master i say hi.”

Bang.

Silence.

As I wanted to see if he'd really died, I stepped toward him. I stopped. Something felt… wrong. Too quiet and too easy?. My grip tightened around the gun. Slowly, I turned towards a particular angel in the room. And that’s when I heard it.

A sound. Soft, not familiar, not from the door.

But from somewhere much closer than it should be.