Queen Series #1: LIVANA

👠: CHAPTER 2

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The Big Bad Wolf

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Inside the large mansion of the Vanacouvers, people were buzzing like bees. The maids are in the kitchen, walking around the chamber back and forth as they prepare dinner for later for the family they're serving for; guards that were assigned in every hall of the mansion are roaming around just like what they're asked for; the kids are playing whether inside their rooms or outside their small football field; and an important meeting of all associates with the Boss is currently held inside the meeting chamber.

Everyone were busy. So busy that no one even noticed a group of armed men had secretly slipped inside the property. Clothes tight to their bodies in all black as different kinds of weapon carefully tucked on their chests, waist belts, and backs. Even when slightly running, there's not even a single sound that could be heard from their shoes. Every hall they pass, bodies falls into the ground with a small splash from their own blood. Everytime the guards points their guns at the men and asks them who they are, they reply with a surprise silent gunshot.  They're like spiders. Silent but lethal.

The buzzing inside the meeting chamber immediately stopped the moment when the door suddenly bursted open. Don Vincenzo opened his mouth and was about to shout at the profane man who's bold enough to interrupt an important meeting, when a faint sound of heels clicking starts to enter the room. Until, there stood the most unexpected man who would dare trespass their home; standing so firm under his suit of black — completely unnerve of what he just did, and hands resting calmly inside his pockets with a wolfish grin plastered on his face. His associates followed behind him, grasping every single young Vanacouvers who's faces flooded in tears. They pushed the kids forward, who then run shakily toward their parents, hugging them as they press their faces on them and sob.

The family gasped when one of the armed men pointed a gun on Don Vincenzo's head. And the sobs loudened when the others followed after, causing a rattle of guns pointing toward their directions filled the chamber. The leader chuckled as he watches the family's hopeless faces.

"Questi sono i Vanacouver?" he asked. No one answered.
Translation: "This is the Vanacouvers?"

"Dov'è la stretta sicurezza che avevi, Vincenzo? Pensavo che quando dici 'La famiglia mafiosa più potente' significa che hanno una stretta sicurezza non solo per proteggere la loro ricchezza ma anche la loro famiglia, specialmente il loro erede? Dov'è è adesso?" he chuckled.
Translation: "Where's the tight security that you had, Vincenzo? I thought when you say 'The most powerful mafia family' means they have tight security not just to protect their wealth but also their family, especially their heir? Where is it now?"

The roots on Don Vincenzo's temple were becoming visible as they pump furiously as he watch the man.

"Casandro." was the only word he uttered.

"Ay Vincenzo, dovrei essere lusingato che ricordi ancora il mio nome?" he giggles.
Translation: "Ay Vincenzo, should i be flattered that you still remember my name?"

"Certa mors. Ne pereas." said Dante — the third son of Don Vincenzo; he swiftly pulled the gun from his pants, and before he could even point it at the leader of the terrorists, a loud bang filled the chamber.
Translation: "Fight death. Don't die defeated."