𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 has known only one thing for a decade-destroy everyone who betrayed her. Everyone has mistaken her silence for a weakness.
Their downfall is inevitable. With each step, ruin draws nearer.
For as long as The Underworl...
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The echo of shoes hitting the floor could be heard in the empty hall. He was walking towards the conference room, which was filled with people waiting for their boss and his orders.
His steps led him to the conference room's doors, at which he stopped and took a second to gather his thoughts. Nodding to himself, he threw open the doors with both hands, making a loud sound flow through the quiet space that made the men and women working for him stand up and lower their heads in respect.
He confidently strides past them towards the head of the table, where he takes a seat and flicks his wrist with one word: "Sedersi." [Translation: Sit.]
The people attending the meeting take their seats and barely look at their Don because of the fear he brings out in others by just his mere presence.
"Qualche' novita' sul caso?" His deep and throaty voice reverberates against the walls. He directed his question at the team he put up together for this mission to solve the obstacle they all face. [Translation: Any update on the case?]
Madeleine the Morelli mafia hacker lifts her hazel eyes to face her Don. Her innocent-looking face could deceive her knowledge of cryptography and programming. The sandy blond hair that cascades past her shoulders and warm hazel eyes enhance her cheeks, painted with freckles.
She tucked her golden strand behind her ear and answered, "La sua posizione e' ignota," [Translation: Her whereabouts are unknown,]
The boss tuts impatiently, clenching his jaw as he grits out, "Non ci resta tanto tempo. Allora qual e' l' intoppo?!" he feels a migraine slowly approaching on the left side of his head. [Translation: We don't have much time. So what's the hold-up?!]
The meeting got interrupted by the doors being thrown open and banging against the wall. In walked a woman in black latex thigh-high boots with a similar trench coat thrown over her shoulders, covering her mid-thigh charcoal dress. She walked in with confidence oozing off her, making the men in the room drool at the sight of her and, in some eyes, a flicker of fear.
Like brother, like a sister.
Her dark brown hair swayed with every step she took towards the empty chair beside the Don. As she sat down, she crossed her leg over the other, making her dress raise up, revealing more of her skin. "Patience is a virtue, fratello," [Translation: Brother]
Leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms that pushed up her breasts more than before, caught the attention of many eyes, "I miei occhi sono qui sopra, non qua sotto!" she hissed, snapping her fingers. "I'll gauge everyone's eyes out and serve them as a dinner to you if your eyes stray elsewhere!" [Translation: My eyes are up here, not down here!]
A few gulps of fear and intakes of air could be heard throughout the room.
The Don rolled his eyes, hanging his head but still keeping his gaze on his sister, he grumpily said, "Nice of you to join us, Valentina,"
