The Mafiosa's Thorn

End of A Barrel

Her cigarette drops to the floor from his request. The jaws of her men do the same. Why would such a legendary death dealer want to die?

She stomps out the cigarette with her shoe before waving her men away. They take one last look at The Harvester before going through the doors.

She takes his silver revolver and leaves only one bullet inside. She cocks the gun. 

Miguel closes his eyes, awaiting his fate. The cold end of the barrel touches his forehead. His body doesn't react. 

Finally, it will be over.

The cold steel leaves his forehead. A warm finger lifting his chin opens his eyes. Her emeralds stare deep into him.

"Your life will end when I say so. La tua vita mi appartiene (Your life belongs to me)."

"But-"

That same finger silences his lips. "I won't repeat myself. I have a hunch that one of them set me up." Her eyes glance at the door behind her. "El Segador, I need you," she whispers.

His eyes widen from the drop in her tone. A weakness she never wanted to expose in front of the others.

He notices her pupils wavering. The look that haunts him to this day. His mind and heart refuse to let that happen again. He flashes that warm smile she missed for his answer.

He pulls her ring hand and kisses the ring. 

Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.

"I will be your harvester. Just point me in the right direction."

Bianca withdraws her hand. "Once Luis is good, we're leaving for my mansion to regroup."

She loads his revolver and hands it back to him. He takes it without hesitation.

"Stay here," she commands. He stays in place while she checks on Luis. His arm is around Alejandro's shoulders for support. His torso is covered in medical dressings, but he's not breathing heavily.

"Several staplesss, but I am good boss!" His voice is loopy from the drugs he went under.

"He just has to take the pills regularly," a masked Sicilian doctor hands her a bottle of Vicodin.

"Is....he still alive?" Alejandro asks.

Luis looks at her in confusion.

She smiles while crossing her arms. "He works for me now."

"Oh, shit.....No one else will want to mess with us."

The others look to the ground in fear of that monster being among them.

"Is there a problem with that," her hushed tone threatens them.

They straighten up. "No, Signora!"

"Go ahead and get the truck ready. Also, bring me..." she whispers the rest.

The men leave right away. One of them returns with a pink box wrapped with a white bow. She gives it to the doctor. "Grazie di tutto."

The underground doctor unwraps to find a box of fresh cannoli along with a roll of hundreds on the side. He smiles under his mask. "Prego, be safe."

She goes to return to the others....but not before kissing the ring. The indirect kiss excites her along with their new partnership. She refocuses with a bigger thing in mind: a rat will need to be drowned.