Mafia Don: Poisonous Peony

Atasha

I massaged my temples and stood up. I called my secretary and told her to clean the table. I'll just bring the documents home. I need to unwind. My job as the chairman of Ricci Group was totally tiring!

My Mama and papa were enjoying their early retirement and were now cultivating the small farm they bought in Sicily. I was left here to handle their billion-dollar company. Our assets are 127 billion euros.

Their mansion here in Verona was designed by my papa, a famous architect in all of Europe. "Ma'am, your desk is clean now." I look back and smile at Cecile. I grab my coat and bag.

"You can go home now as well, CC. Well done as always. See you tomorrow." Cecile's eyes glow. I smiled brightly.

"Thank you, ma'am!" Cecile happily replied. I walked out of my office first and let my secretary take care of locking my office. As soon as I reached the parking lot, I hopped inside.

My jaw clenched. I saw the keychain that I placed in the rearview mirror. It is an amulet that gives good fortune and wards off misfortunes in Japanese beliefs. I bought this when I had a vacation there last year. I love Japan as a tourist spot.

'I will never forget that night, zia... I'll never forget, no matter how I seek professional help. I'm really so sorry...'

Zia means auntie. I drive my car away and try to calm the fear, anger, and hatred that rise within me. I will drop by in my aunt's favorite restaurant before I head home.

Atasha was already tired and wanted to end her weekdays in my cozy bed, snoozing out all the stress I had for this week. I park my car and on my way to the restaurant when I notice the five men in front of me.

Their aura was giving me that same sickening vibe from a decade ago. I move to the side and halts, making sure I won't bump into them. They might be 6'0-6'5 feet tall. They're all wearing long black blazers that were only put on their shoulders.

They're wearing expensive Armani black suits. What irritates me the most is... They stopped where I also stop! I close my eyes when a sudden recall of a body drenched with blood flashes behind her head. I took deep breaths to calm myself.

Their aura was enough to make me remember that night. My palm ball into fists. It's not helping at all! "Boss DeLuca." My eyes dilated when I heard that name. A cold, eerie feeling creeps all over my body.

'What did he say? Boss DeLuca?!'

"What is it? I'm still calling Kyros. Don't interrupt me, Ray."

I acts like I'm just curious about them but keeps every fucking detail of a certain man's face. The one they're calling Boss DeLuca! I bite my lower lip and doesn't care even if I starts tasting my own blood!

"Boss, it's from one of our men in Sicily. He's asking why he can't contact you. Maybe something came up," he remarked.

I took one last glance and walked forward. I'm already here in Verona and never set foot in Sicily for a decade, and yet! SHIT!

"What a small freaking damn world..." I scoff bitterly, full of bitterness and venomous hatred.

A hatred that was eating me out for damn ten damn years! I entered the restaurant and ordered champagne and steak. I want to celebrate for this first step!

While looking at my journal, I sketched that man's face and wrote his surname under his fucking good-looking face. DeLuca… "Here's your order, ma'am," the waiter says. I smiled and closed the notebook.

"Thank you," I replied nicely. "No problem, ma'am. It's our pleasure to serve our customers. Enjoy your meal." She bows her head and leaves my table.

The next few days, I can't stop thinking about that man and finds myself searching for what I can Google. My palm turns to a fist when the first picture that I saw was the photo of that—damn!

I throw my phone and starts breathing heavily again. I raise her head and looks at the portrait next to their family photo. I purposely placed that photo on the wall to remind herself what she lost. A caring, jolly, sweet, and loving aunt.

"I guess fate was indeed telling me that I should do it, Auntie... I will make them pay for what they did to you! I'll destroy their lives!" I scream at the top of my lungs, yet the hatred in my heart becomes stronger instead.

I can't deny the fact that I haven't moved on because the people who brought that nightmare to their family were out there, living the best of their lives. I smirk madly and sheds my tears.

"I've been miserable for a decade... it's time for them to feel the same way too. No one... will have their happy ending until I say so!"

The next three days, I continue my research until I find the chance that I've waiting for. I look at myself and smirks. I was wearing a dark matte red lipstick, highlighting my full lips, the same as what Angelina Jolie has.

I only wore light makeup and darker red blush to make my cheekbones sexier and prettier. I don't need extended lashes because mine are already long enough. I fixed my long, wavy, S-shaped hair.

I raise my wrist and smells the perfume I applied. "People like them were nothing but fucking pigs when it comes to women. Might as well use this beauty as a weapon. It's time... for our way to hell," I mumbled. I grab my keys and went downstairs.

As soon as I arrives at that party, I search around and checks if Gael DeLuca has arrived. I have to make sure that I'll be able to enter the DeLuca family. I'll destroy their mafia group and kill Emilio DeLuca herself!

The two of them! I grab a glass of champagne and starts drinking, waiting for that person to arrive. The party was full of people socializing for good and evil intentions. Time had passed, and I started to get tipsy after drinking a lot because of frustrations.

The reason why I want to attend this party isn't arriving at all! It's already half past nine! I stood up and decided to go in the bathroom and force myself to vomit and sober up. I can't drive under the influence of alcohol. I was walking a little when I lost my steps and was about to fall when a strong arm wrapped around my waist.

I raise my head and looks at my left side. My eyes dilated. It's Gael DeLuca! In flesh! He finally fucking arrives after one million years! "Drunk or tipsy?" he asks.

"Hey, are you okay? Miss? Miss!" he calls.

I look away and realizes that we're not heading to the restroom of this venue. They are heading to the main door! I smirk silently. Finally, my plan will start to happen…