Clara's POV:
I wake up getting ready for my job.
Soon I was standing in the same hall waiting for the maid.
"Ma'am, sir is waiting for you." She says and leaves. I start making my way toward his office but a someone bumps into me.
"Oops. Oh you are the new whore. I heard a lot about you." She says. She is an average height.
"Fortunately I haven't heard about you. Who are you?" I ask. She glares at me.
"I am Bianca." She says.
"Who?" I ask again. She glares at me.
"That's what I thought." I say and roll my eyes before leaving.
I knock and when I am allowed I walk in.
"Hi." I say. He looks up from his file with a pen in his hand.
"Hi. You did great the information you got from him is quit impressive." He says I nod.
"Today I will introduce you to all the members after your job." He says I nod.
He hands me a file and tells me that is ok to kill him. A rapist. Oh gosh one of my favorites to torture and kill. I make my way toward basement.
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en roseI sing while slicing his stomach open. I was done with him. Got all the information. Let's write the chorus on his shoulder. I giggle. Such a masterpiece.
"Oh gosh. I don't get it why should I be the one to collect the informations from you." Matteo says shaking his head.
"Cause you are lucky." I say with my duh tone.
"Yeah I am sure is that." He grabs the file from me.
"Come on clean up yourself. You will meet everyone at the dinner table." He says I nod making my way toward the restroom.
When I was done I get out following a maid to the dining room.
When Francesco noticed me he stands making everyone quiet in process.
"So everyone you might know that we have a new torturer. Clara Aloisio is working with us." He announces.
"She? A female as the torturer?" A guy asks. I didn't hesitate to grab the nearest knife and throwing it at him. It lands on his shoulder. Gasps were heard.
"If I hear another sexist word I won't hesitate to kill the sexist person." I say.
"Clara." Francesco growls.
"What?" I ask. He takes a deep breath with closed eyes.
I take a sit and start dining.
"Is it true that Matteo got sick by looking at your well um job?" A girl asks. I nod.
"He doesn't appreciate my art." I sigh.
"Is it true that the interviewer got sick by your résume?" She asks I nod.
"Is it true that you are a whore?" The girl from the morning asks.
"It depends on who is asking." I reply.
"Who are you?" I ask pretending not to hear her non existent answer.
She glares at me." A nobody. That's what I thought." I said.
"Is it true that you are the most ruthless torturer out there?" Another one asks. I nod.
"Now my turn. Is it true that y'all are unable to shut up and let me eat in peace?" I ask. Well nobody asked questions after that.
"May I ask is there any vegan food?" I ask looking at Francesco and Matteo.
"You are kidding right?" Matteo asks laughing. I glare at him.
"Oh my god you are serious." He says with a shocked face. He clears his throat.
"I mean you kill humans, not just a simple kill but also torture in worst ways but you don't eat meats or animal products?" He asks. I nod.
"So?" I ask.
"I mean come on I saw you licking or sucking humans blood of your hand." He says unsure.
"So? What's your point? I mean yes I do that usually but I don't eat them. I am no Hannibal." I say while glaring.
"You sure?" He asks. I raise a brow.
"Yet." I reply referring to me being Hannibal.
"Shit Jesus ok calm down. Maybe the salad?" He asks unsure. Referring to the question about the vegan food.
"But that's a chicken salad." I say.
"Put the chickens aside?" He suggests unsure. I nod.
"Dinning table full of different foods yet there isn't any vegan food." I whisper to myself as I shake my head in disappointment.
After dinner I take my leave.
Francesco's POV:
I watch Clara leave.
"Who is she exactly?" My sister asks watching her back.
"A mystery." I whisper. She nods.
"She will be my favorite patient." She whispers excitedly. My sister is a therapist.
"But she isn't. She is so hard to deal with I don't think she will accept to be your patient." I reply.
"Such a shame. She must've been through hell. Her walls are so high that is impossible to see through her. She is so unpredictable. I studied her in these two days and I must say I am dying to know her story." She says. I have to agree with her. I am curious too.
"So far I have some theories." She whispers.
"Which are?" I ask.
"A tough childhood." She says.
"Wow thank you. That was impossible to guess." I say sarcastically. She rolls her eyes.
"I think she is a sadist or perhaps she has alexithymia or she can be a sadomasochism." She says excited.
"Oh come on." I say and roll my eyes. She stares at me expectedly.
"I will go with tough childhood." I say.
"Look I am sure about sadist. You can't torture like that without being one." She says. I roll my eyes. Aren't we all? I mean here in mafia it's hard not to be one and survive.
"She is a killing machine like yourself." She whispers. I roll my eyes getting up from the table.
"A killer machine." I whisper to myself going back to my office.
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Burn me
HumorShe was just a new member. Supposed to take information by torturing not going around, making bets, going on missions, sleeping with the handsome boss and more specifically falling for him. "You're playing a very dangerous game. Didn't I warn you...