The Mafia Queen's Little Prince

CHAPTER 8: People who were killed for being heard

Roman's POV

7:08 pm, Wednesday

"Clean this fucking mess right now!" She yelled as we quietly watched her exit the room.

Fuck.

I told you to keep your mouth shut. I thought to myself as I looked at the lifeless body beside me.

That woman never really did like being pointed at.

Yes, I am very much aware that the 'pointing' was not the reason that ticked her off. I'm not setting the bar that low.

I sighed loudly as I placed my head on the table.

She's gonna kill me.

Even though I was aware that I may be her next shooting practice dummy, I stayed.

Okay that sounded romance-y or some shit. But no.

I learned from my ex-family members is that you should never run away from her.

Don't even try commenting on some dumb shit. Cause I can assure you, it's either you die or be injured.

Like, really injured. It might be better to just die than be faced by her wrath.

I know, cause I was there when that happened.

The Great History of Dumbassery:

Frederick Hanshen
-killed by sneezing during the meeting.

Holland Cozniac
-Got shot at both legs for calling her short.

Blaise Marquiss
- Shoved in front of a car after asking her if she was pregnant. (okay, that one was just rude.)

Zachary Kolten
- Pushed off a cliff after asking her where her parents were.

The list just goes on and on. And I do not want to be a part of that list.

"Sir.." I looked up from my current position and stared at the old butler in front of me.

"The queen would like to speak to you. Immediately." He said as a hint of arrogance could be heard in his voice.

"You mother fu-"

"Roman!" I was interrupted by the queen's roar.

"Drag your fucking ass out here right this instant you fat mother fucker!" She ordered.

Well, this is where it all ends. She is definitely going to kill me.

I'm dead meat.

I glared at the old man in front of me.

"You're dead weight, Nathaniel. I don't even know why she still keeps you around." I snarled.

"Well unlike you, sir. I don't fail miserably at what I was ordered to do." He fired back.

Smart-ass.

I started walking towards the stairs.

Face her with confidence, maybe she won't kill you.

I told myself as I went up the staircase that lead to the huge balcony.

People are scared of her for many reasons.

Mine?

The way she smiles after killing someone. Fucking chills me to the bones.

As I finally reached her, I started holding out for dear life.

I opened the glass door and slowly closed it behind me as to not disturb her thoughts of consideration of letting me live for one more day.

"M-ma-'a-am."I uttered as the cold breeze gently blew on my face.

She was facing the view of the garden as I spoke to her. The night was cold, but I could still feel the heat of her anger as if I just entered hell.

Well I already entered hell 6 years ago when I started working for that asshole.

"Roman.." she started, while holding her gun and playfully fiddling with the trigger.

Vermont's ghost better fucking hide. I am gonna strangle that son of a bitch after this bitch kills me.

"State your purpose." She said as she slowly faced me while cocking the rose gold colored gun.

Yes, the Queen is a beautiful Goddess, but the lights from the lantern gave her a hair raising look.

What does she mean by 'purpose'? My purpose in the mafia business? My purpose here? My purpose in life?

This lady is bringing up some real shit.

Are these really my final thoughts? I'm gonna get killed and I'm having an existential chrisis right on my final location.

My mind was flooded with thoughts, as I looked at how she casually smiled at the gun.

"Three.."

What am I gonna do?

"Two.."

Well, I've lived a full life.

"One."