The DON Herself

Chapter3: Plans

I moved closer, narrowing my eyes, and then I heard a sound, soft, sharp, and annoying. I froze for half a second before spotting it.

A cat?.

It stepped out slowly from the corner, letting out an ugly, irritated sound as it stared straight at me.I blinked.

“He had a cat?”

Disturbing. Very disturbing. I exhaled quietly, running a hand through my ponytail.

“Well…, at least someone here has some sense of loyalty,” I muttered.

The cat didn’t move. Didn’t flinch, didn’t fear me, of course. I stared back at it, and for a moment, I actually considered killing it. Then I scoffed, “Not even worth it.” I turned back to him and looked at the hole between his two eyes and smiled, ‘Nice art anyway."

I reached into my bag, pulling out my silencer and attaching it to my gun with ease. One smooth movement, no hesitation. I aimed. The second shot landed perfectly in the same spot. Clean, I smile. I stepped back, glancing down at my black dress. Damn.

Good choice.

I got up, went to the bathroom, took a shower, and came out dressed as one of the hotel workers. I applied my red lipstick, found a piece of paper, kissed it, and wrote “Rs” as part of my signature, showing the Italians that we were watching them closely. I took the paper and placed it carefully on his forehead, being careful that his disgusting blood didn't touch me in any way. Minutes later, I was gone.

Calm.

Composed.

Unnoticed.

I walked through the hallway, nodding at staff, blending in perfectly. No one stopped me. No one questioned me. No one ever does anyway. I walked to the club where my car was and drove back to where I was staying. I have a Mustang GT. It is one of many that I own, but the others are back home. When I arrived home, I parked my car in the garage and went out, heading to my room. I passed by many of my men as I walked to my room.

I arrived in my room, locked it, and took a long, long bath. By washing my hair, relaxing, wiping, and scrubbing the remaining blood out of my body, I can be fresh again. I changed into some sweats. Decided to go to my office, but someone knocked on my door. Knowing who it was, I just smiled and said, “Откройте его с помощью своей карты.”

Translation (“Open it with your card”)

N/A: Translation is from Google Translate. If it is wrong, I am sorry

The door opened, and then, arms wrapped around me, I softened instantly.

My brother. The only person in this world allowed that close. Since my father died, the title of Donna went unto me, and also to be my brother’s keeper. He is 18 years old, but so smart and strong that you can’t imagine and that's why he is second in command. Nobody in our Mafia can defy his orders except me, of course, and also he is the only one I can hug, and I will ever hug.

“How did it go?” my brother said, bringing me back to the present place. He was already sitting on my bed.

“Fine. " I got what I needed,” I replied, sitting down opposite him.

“Corpse or no?”

I smirk

He just checked his head, “So when??”

“2 days”

“There’s not enough time to prepare and everything,” he says, getting worried.

“No need. I already have everything under control,” I said, getting up to go and take some papers I left in my room to work on it that night.

He sighs, “And can you share this sweet plan with your baby brother?”

“Of course,” I smiled.

“Now listen, the ball the Italians are holding is for specific ranges to attend, and they will invite some other organization, but Marcine told me that everybody will be attending. That’s weird….and good too, though, because the warehouse will be пустой, except for some useless bodyguards that will be there to guard the place as if they are gods.” I roll my eyes.

“Anyway, let’s come back to our sugar,” we chuckled.

“So by the time I am taking them down, you hack into their systems and the alarms, except for one, so that they can be notified, and they will think we made a mistake. Then I wait for them tranquille, they will take me “hostage” or whatever, then that’s how I will get myself into the Italian Mafia.” I finished explaining with a proud smile as I showcased a little bow of appreciation to the other party.

My brother smiled sadly and said, “Remind me again why you can’t get someone else to do this for you.”

I sigh and glare at him, “You should know by now that I am a perfectionist, brother. If someone else had done this, they would have messed it up somehow, and then we would be all f8cked. Plus, no one even knows I exist, so it is perfect. The Italians didn’t know who the new leader was since they killed him. So I am the right person to do this, and you, you will take over after me while I'm gone,” I explained to him, and he had a smile that I couldn’t comprehend, but anyway, I'm glad he understands now.

“Fine. When are you going?” he asked, almost excitedly.

I rolled my eyes. “Tomorrow morning, so you need to prepare the house.”

“With everything you will be going through, how do you think you will be going to the house and rest?” Tessa asks. He really underestimated me.

“Well, my darling, don’t underestimate me. I need to rest right now and do some good paperwork so that everything will be arranged for you. So, Tessa, goodnight." I waved him away.

“Fine,” he muttered.

Then, quieter, “Please don’t die.” I smiled faintly.

“I don’t plan to, my dear.” I blew him a kiss, he caught it, and left.

Later that night, I packed lightly, only the essentials. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, one thought lingered in my mind.

Not fear.

Never fear.

But something heavier, something deeper. This wasn’t just a mission anymore; this was the beginning of a war. My eyes slowly closed. And for the first time in a long time, I prayed.

“Let this go as planned…” A pause.

“...please.”