The Don's Wife

23 | Bloodbath

- Minutes before the gunshots -

"Hey there snowflakes, what'cha makin?" Before Natalia was about to leave the house, she decided to pay Rosalind a little visit in the kitchen to give her words of farewell.

A poor decision really.

When Rosalind paid her no mind and kept on cutting her strawberries in silence, Natalia approached her. She stood next to Rosalind, facing her, and gave her a once over.

It irked her how pretty she was. If she were a bit more uglier, there would at least be something for Natalia to compare herself to.

Natalia grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and took a bite out of it. "Mmm.. These are hella sweet." She moaned as she savored the taste, yet Rosalind kept cutting away without batting an eye.

But everyone knows how Natalia can be too provocative for her own good.

"Were you the one that killed the mood earlier?" She asked with a sly smirk.

Finally Natalia's provocation succeeded in stopping Rosalind from cutting anymore strawberries.

Rosalind turned to Natalia with a cold smile etched on her face. "Why? Did he just throw you out like yesterday's trash?"

"Did you just call me trash?!" Natalia raised her voice, baffled by Rosalind's remark.

"Trash, litter, garbage, junk, any kinds of disposable will do." Said Rosalind calmly.

"You!– oh ho.. don't talk to me about disposable bitch, when your ass literally on the way to a fucking divorce!" Natalia's hand slammed onto the cutting board, smashing the cut up strawberries.

Rosalind froze as she watched her perfectly cutted fruit got destroyed. Meanwhile, believing how her words somehow managed to have an effect on Rosalind, she grinned widely.

"Oh? He hasn't told you yet has he? Oopsie! Sorry to have ruin the surprise, kitten." Natalia covered her mouth and snickered.

For Rosalind to break down and cry, was the reaction Natalia hoped for. But instead, Rosalind broke into a cynical laughter.

"What? What's so funny?" Asked Natalia, confused by Rosalind's reaction.

"Nothing. I was just thinking. With such foul-behavior of yours no wonder there's nobody left in your family who's willing to stick around." Rosalind grabbed a napkin and started to wipe off the strawberry's juice that splattered over the counter and her arm as well.

"Wh–what? How– what the fuck do you know about my family?!" Natalia stammered, completely taken aback.

"And when your thirteen year old sister was willing to stick around, you sold her to a sixty year old man who uses children for their sick pleasures." Rosalind continued as she glanced at Natalia with disgust.

"I set up a fucking life for her! It's a win-win!" Retorted Natalia.

"All in return for a dull-looking penthouse at the Upper East Side and that dreadful looking bag. I would've chosen a better one if I were you by the way." Rosalind eyed Natalia's bag then at her.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Truthfully, I was planning on using one or two of your family to make a point. But knowing that you had no one left but yourself, I was quite disappointed."

"But then again, on the bright side, if you were to suddenly disappear.. nobody would come looking for you." Rosalind leaned in as her lips slowly curled up into a devious smile.