The Russian mafia princess and the Italian mafia king. It's a wise old mafia tale: they are each other's biggest competitor, but the heart doesn't see competition it just sees love... sometimes.
Sometimes the darkness just needs some light and the...
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Mafia workers are trained to expect the unexpected, to be ready for anything. But no amount of training would prepare them for the scene that had just unfolded just a few feet away from them.
A mafia child, who also happens to be a girl, just showed the whole underworld that she not only killed a mafia leader, she financially played with the mafia.
In hopes of finding his boss, Carlos had spent hundreds of thousands dollars, sent out hundreds of his soldiers who could have been working on mafia products- on a man that was already dead.
The Spanish mafia had used time, men, and countless resources & favors, that all just went down the drain.
If that wasn't embarrassing enough it was done at the hands of girl, one who can't even legally drink in every country. All eyes were on Jorge who was third in command for the Spanish mafia and now officially the second in command.
Jorge knew he only had a few moments to decide how he wanted to play this. He could acknowledge Katerina has the new mafia don, or battle her to death for the title.
The other mafias outside of the Russians and their allies watched Jorge in shock trying to figure out what his decision will be- mistake 1.
To enamored with the decision that Jorge had to make, the Spanish, French, Canadian, and Swedish, mafias were oblivious to the fact that the Russian mafia and their allies were putting on their war faces-mistake 2.
"We will never bow down to a woman," Jorge spat while confidently jumping from his chair.
He thought his response was clever, a way to appeal to the other mafias so they'll see he's ready to lead. But all it did was add more fuel in the tank of the Russians to defeat the bastard.
"I thought you would say that," Katerina said confidently while still holding Carlos decapitated head by his hair, letting his blood slowly drip onto the cold lifeless body that belonged to Carlos. "Its a go," she yelled.
The ballroom erupted into a roar of confusion as the normal yellow white light that was emitted from the ceiling changed to a white blue.
The Russians, Americans, Italians, Germany, & Argentina mafias combined was well over 30,000 people, they knew their mafias would never be able to meet each other let alone remember their faces so they know not to kill each other.
To make it easier to know who they should be killing Alina had made a special lotion. When placed under blue light the lotion would make black stripes appear on your skin for 3 hours.
Every Russian mafia member and their allies had covered their whole body in the lotion, and now their bodies were covered in the lines.
Although it was a little uneasy in the eyes it made it a lot easier to figure out who they could kill, and who was on their side.
