Donna

3

STUNNED. I WAS STUNNED. f**k, how didn't I see it. The room is buzzing with working bees, eager to serve the Queen.

I briefly heard of a rumour about the Queen of the South but I didn't give credence to the whispers.

That was years ago...

“Alonzo,” A man practically appears out of thin air. She doesn't even yell. f**k, she doesn't hardly talk.

Just a whisper, a snap, a look, and she gets what she wants. Now I understand why those men wouldn't crack.

Even my men aren't that afraid of me. Unless of course they are a rat.

Rats usually commit suicide, even while knowing I'll slaughter their family in their place.

There is no worse thing to be than a rat.

“Sí Donna?”

“Bring me the ECHR issue.”

ECHR? As in the Euorpean Court of Human Rights?

“Sí, Donna.”

Within five seconds (I timed it), there's a case file in her hand. She eyes it, while speaking to Alonzo.

“How bad is it?”

“They gave multiped the price on your head by three, and they are no longer taking dead as an option.”

She quiet for a moment, her eyes glued to the paper.

“Then give them a live one. They don't have my DNA, nor my real name, and their description is most women in Italy. Bring a woman from the deep dungeons and send her to them.”

Alonzo nods dutifully, scurrying away.

“Alex,” another man particularly huge, looms over her.

“Alex, you were in charge of the shipment that went missing.”

Statement, fact. f**k, she is so sexy ordering people around. My c**k stiffens.

“Sí, Donna,” His voice wavers.

In an instant, there's a knife in his side, and his stomach.

“Dependability. Responsibility. This is the second time you've failed me, Alex,” Her tone is cool, though with a hint of... softness.

“Three strikes you're out. Make another mistake like this, and there will be a knife in your heart. Capsico?”

“Sí, Donna.”

Nodding curtly she snaps. “Bring him to the infirmary. Nothing those wounds are non fatal, so if he dies, you die. Go.”

Smirking lightly, I regain her attention.

“When will you have time for me, your highness?”

“Donna,” She fixed her gaze on me. “Donna. Not Queen. And for now, sit tight. I'll call you when I need you.”

Now... this was fun and all, but no one orders me around. These are her workers bees, they obey her; as they should.

However, I am not her employee, so I am not obligated to listen to her orders.

“No, now. We have this meeting now. You have wasted my time.”

Hush falls over the room, all eyes on me.

“Oh, is that so?”

Her eyes blazed, her fingers snapped, and I was actually detained. So being held by three men on each side, I could only watch her come off her chair, which once looked cheap, but now looked like a throne.

“You have a Rolex watch don't you, Vitya?” She's in front of me, smiling a smile of malice mixed with sweetness.

“Da. Why?”

She snaps, and my wrist is presented to her, the one that has my Rolex.

“Shhh,” She puts her fingers to her lips looking to her right, as if she listening out for something.

“Do you hear that?”

I glance around cautiously. “No...”

“Exactly. Like your Rolex, you can't hear me tic. I'm unpredictable.” She grins happily.

“You there,” she points to a man, “Would I shoot in your d**k?”

“If you felt like it, yes ma'am.”

“Charlie, would I slit your throat from ear to ear?” She grins widely, making him nervously rub the area in question.

“If you felt the situation called for it, sì Donna.”

Like a child playing a game, she starts to practically bounce with excitement.

“Cousin Raquel, come here.” He does, emerging from the crowd, bending down to kiss her cheek.

“Would I sink my nails into your skin and pull out your still beating heart?”

“If you felt the need to, sì Donna.”

She laughs manically. “You see? That's why people don't demand things of me,”

Her childish air is still there as she beams with excitement.

“They never how I react. I may take it in stride, or saw off their legs. It's a draw!”

Nervousness settles in my gut. This b***h is crazy.

“I'm a walking game of Russian Roulette,”

“Maybe I'll kill you. Maybe I won't. You'll just have to guess.”

She seems far too excited about this whole deal. I must admit, commiting heinous crimes does feed the sadist in me, but this...

“What did you do as a kid?”

“Torture prisoners and kill my friends, ” She said so fast it took two seconds backlogged for me to get it.

“Wait what—”

“Now then, boys let him go. Leave the room. Bring in his second. And his spy. Bring my second. Do it quick.”

She said it, it's done. I'd love taming her. She'll fight, scratching and screaming and shooting—but I'd get her. I'd seduce her mind, steal her heart and keep her.

“Yuri," I call in relief to see the man unharmed. In fact, he had a good about him.

“Boss, these people are hospitable.”

Donna's second is a woman just as sexy as she is.

We converse for a moment, until she dismissed them. Then there were two.

“A woman in power? Gotta say, it works well.”

Now I'm seducing her, but in a different way. I still can't read her not one bit.

She's back in her chair, her calmness in tact. I stalk towards her, smiling softly.

She is beautiful; hair so dark it shine blue, lips soft and pink, the bottom plumper than the top in the slightest.

Her body is disproportionate, in such a way that she's overtly sexualized, like a Barbie, or hentai porn. Top heavy, bottom heavy, but she's small. Just reaching my chest.

With her doe eyes, and button nose, she has an innocent face, a body made for sin, and all in all a wet dream.

But you can always find a woman like that. I'm attracted to her mind. I'm attracted to her crazy.

I love her unpredictability, love figuring her out. I'm in front her, she just quietly stares me down.

Smirking down at her, I drop to my knees in front of her. The thing about being dominate is that you don't have to opposing just to do it.

The best way to bring a woman to her knees, is to get on yours. Especially with a woman like her.

“What are you doing?” She speaks softly and salaciously. Instead of answering her, I press my lips to her bare thigh.

My eyes on hers, I slip her dress up further, revealing her holster.

I kiss her upper thigh, biting softly.

“Beautiful piece,”

“It is.”

“Perfect for you. Just seeing this pistol strapped to your thigh makes me so hard for you.”

Absently, I stroke her legs, looking at her.

“What is your real name?”

My scalp burns, as she buries her hands in my hair yanking me up.

“You have already seen me, Mr. Vitya. I am sending you back alive. Don't push it.”

I shiver at the pain she inflicts.

“Хорошо, босс. I won't.”

(Okay, boss.)

“Good boy.” I scoff.

“I'll be a good boy when you are a good girl, and we both know that's not happening.”

She hums, stroking my hair. “The men attacking you aren't acting under my orders,” She whispers softly.

“I'll go to the states and have the issue resolved.”

I nod, leaving her warmth, standing to my full height.

“Oh and Vitya?”

I turn to look at her.

She whips out her pistol, quickly putting a bullet through my side. It's through and through. Hurts like a b***h, but I've had worse.

“What was that for?”

“For Carlos,” I smile and nod, holding my bleeding wound. And f**k it, if I didn't get hard at the fact she shot me.