The Queen: Love's Death || ✔️

Chapter 35: Blabbermouth

Maureen

Last month, my own friend insulted me and left without an ounce of remorse. She took her brother's children with her and quite frankly, I was glad that Estelle was finally gone. She was a pain in my ass anyway.

She had always been the barrier between me and the empire, secretly acting as if it was the family just to get a chance to torture them, but now that she was gone, everything was under my control.

I was sitting on the so called Queen Claudia King's chair in her extremely expensively furnished office, which was mine now, and looked at the view on my left at the garden.

It was full of roses, lillies, lilacs, lavenders, petunias and all sorts of other flora. It truly was relaxing to look it, which was why I decided to get it burnt. Everything in this house had changed since I arrived.

Claudia's black and white monotone themed room was now full of gold, just how I liked it. The kitchen had more organic food it in. Even the exterior of the mansion was as I liked it. This wasn't the King mansion anymore, this was my mansion now.

Someone knocked twice on my door and I let him in, instructing the tall, old and shiny Italian man to take a seat across from me.

"Nice to meet you Alfonsi. I'm Maureen..."

"... I know." He sighed and leaned on his seat. He was obviously a disrespectful person.

"Don't disrespect me." I threatened him angrily and the man didn't even flinch.

"I've dealt with both Charles and Queen Claudia King for more than twenty years of my life. You, Maureen Genaro, are like a mini marshmallow compared to those two. Now... where's the tea and cherry topped scones?"

"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion.

"Tea. Earl Grey with a tot of honey.Just call Mona, she knows how I like my tea and scones." Alfonsi stated, looking around the office and frowning. "If chocolate cheeks was still alive... she'd skin you alive for what you've done to her office."

"Claudia?" I scoffed. "As far as I can remember, that girl's a spineless fly." I chuckled and Alfonsi sighed dramatically.

"Don't say that... or else her ghost will haunt you. She was bad as it was when she was a living and breathing person, you don't want to be haunted by her ghost. Stupid woman, take your words back now or else. I warn you."

"I'm not scared of anything." I leaned towards him and looked him square in the eye with anger. He still didn't flinch.

"It's really not working." Alfonsi whispered to me. "Claudia did it better. The whole 'staring into your soul' look, it's Claudia's. She gave goosebumps with that thing." Alfonsi recalled the look in a dead woman's eyes and still lost all of the colour on his face.

It was Claudia that and Claudia this with Alfonsi and I was sick of it. Everything always had to be about Claudia. Even in her death she was ruining my life. How I wished I could bring her back to life, just to kill her again.

"Enough about Claudia!" I banged my balled fist against the oak table and breathed heavily from frustration.

"Claudia also did that better." Alfonsi whispered to me as I looked up at him with my last ounce of sanity. "Just saying." He shrugged and I almost lost my patience but pulled myself back together.

"Anyway..." I grunted. "... I need access into the Mafia. I heard you are a good person to ask."

"Who told you that?" Alfonsi asked seriously, showing me a side of him I didn't know he had.

"I have my sources." I smirked.

"Who are your sources?"

"Is it even important who my sources are because I'm asking for something even more important right now." I rolled my eyes.

"Such a clueless crème brulé." Alfonsi shook his head at me. "Mi amore, I am not your ticket to the Mafia. I don't know what your source told you but all of it was a lie. I don't even have access into the Mafia anymore, I gave that privilege up years ago."

"Don't lie to me." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I'm not, Alfonsi DiGiommani doesn't lie. I offer no help, my dear, I only have an acting agency for amateur actors who have the potential to be stars. I don't know anything about the Mafia now. It's old news for me. Extinct."

It was either he was lying or Damien was lying because I wasn't going to be blatantly lied to just like that. I wasn't a stupid woman.

Damien told me that Alfonsi was a man of many miracles and he was always there for the Kings. According to his words, whenever there was a problem in the King family, Alfonsi was called and the problem miraculously disappeared. I knew that calling him was my straight way ticket to the Mafia and now, I wasn't so sure. He seemed so certain.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" I asked him, still not relenting.

"Look, I'm a very busy gentleman. Very busy. Very. I don't have time to be summoned by some woman who had unexpectedly taken over the entire King family company, ok? And to top all that off, sour lemons, you're accusing me of lying. You know what I could've been doing right now?!"

"No, actually and quite frankly, I don't..."

"... you should care, you're the one stopping me from doing it! I was busy with my own personal worries and business problems and problems with my boyfriend and problems with my nephew who wants to take a second wife after his first French wife ran off with more than half of his fortune, the poor thing. See I have so much to deal with and now I was supposed to be dealing with all of that but when I was shoved into a black car, like in the Lifetime movies when someone gets kidnapped, I thought I was returning into the King mansion for some real business. Not to be interrogated and accused of dishonesty by some lady with a very dotty background check. No ways, lemonade! You're a crazy woman and I am a gay man. That is a bad combination in this day and age, cupcake, it's a horrible combination. Terrible. The absolute worst. I haven't been part of the Mafia in so long, I have even forgotten their headquarters but I can't really blame that on how long I have been inactive but mainly because I've gotten so old. I'm close to my fifties, cherry cake, I'm practically extinct! Dead! Zombified! And..."

"... ok, ok... I get it." I sighed as Alfonsi got up dramatically from his seat and looked at me with frustration.

"Watch it, Maureen Genaro, I am not a man whose time you'd want to waste. You're like a ginger eet-sum-more biscuit. I hate the aftertaste."

Alfonsi walked out, his bright Versace blouse blinding my eyes, and I rolled my eyes. I got up from my seat and walked downstairs to join the family for dinner. I was so irritated, I felt like spilling some blood.