Heart In Flames | Mafia Universe Book 1

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The temperature of the play-cell dropped a few degrees dramatically as the four heads of the most powerful mafia clan entered the place. The lights seemed to be dimmed as their dark attire mingled with the fear appearing in the eyes of their captive. The stories of torture at their hands were famous inside the whole mafia but no one really knew the exact psychotic deed without experiencing it themselves or being unfortunate enough to be a part of the play-cell.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor loudly echoed in the Regina's Hell, as they called that cell in the mafia.

The one in the black knee-length dress and a black hat, more apt style for funeral, smiled as she practically skipped to her throne seat in excitement. Her eyes twinkled when she looked at the slightly bleeding mouth of the captive as if her favorite candy was at display.

The captive looked confused seeing the young woman for the first time. No one in the Cosa Nostra really ever saw the four leaders unless they were present in the play-cell or they were among the selected ones.

The one with deathly dark eyes and black full-sleeved formal dress, glared at the excited woman in annoyance as she followed her to the seat beside her. The playful one relaxed her smiling lips, glancing at her adoptive sister and settled into an impassive state, the excitement hiding behind the blue orbs.

The dark eyed woman, then, turned her glare from her friend to the captive and the intensity she radiated, forced the captive to lower his head in submission. The chains tied around his neck jingled as one of the made men slapped him hard and forced his head up.

The one with brown hair and blindfolded eyes entered next with the one with the icy blue eyes, both dressed in black too. The blue eyed one signaled the door of the cell to be closed after her and followed the green eyed one to their seat, ready to start the interrogation.

The presence of these four women inside the room was impossible to ignore no matter how hard anyone tried. Each woman commanded a certain element to the point that one could not help but be either enchanted or terrified into submission. Together the women were the formidable force of nature, unmatched and unrivalled. But some foolosh people always failed to value their own life by underestimating the 'women'.

The fear in the captive’s heart washed away and he scoffed as he realized that women lead the mafia, emotional and weak humans. Only if he knew what resided in their heart in place of humanity.

The men lined in position as a maid brought in the rack of numerous tools including, whips, blades, knifes, hooks and other means of torture, trembling as she walked inside. She hurriedly settled the rack in the far left corner and scurried out of the room, wanting to escape this hell before the ‘fun’ started.

She was the lucky one perhaps, as the men fought hard to stay stoic at their place while their heart thundered inside them in anticipation of the next minutes. This never went down well with them but they had to keep their Donnas safe, away from any potential harm even if the women’s actions riled up their insides.

“Can I go first?” The playful one, Penelope Ashworth, asked as she practically jumped out of her seat to start the fun.

“We all know what would happened if you go first, Penny. We don’t want to deal with scrapes left from this man’s body.” The green eyed one, Inaya Venturi, smiled sweetly as she signaled Penelope to sit down before turning to the captive.

“What is your name, dear?” Inaya asked in her enchanting voice, her nose twitching take on the strong stench of blood. She smiled at the rolling drop of blood out of that man's busted lip before meeting his defying eyes. It almost seemed like sge could see him from behind her blindfold. Maybe she could or she didn't need to as the sight was nothing new.