Vixen Consoli let herself take off 4 years from the family business so she could experience life outside the mob. Knowing when she comes back home, she will be in charge while her brother River handles affairs in Italy. She set rules up for herself...
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~Vixen~
I cocked my gun back and aimed it at the man's head.
"Who do you work for?"
The man laughed at my question. "Jódete, estúpida puta."(Screw you stupid bitch)
I was already exhausted from not sleeping through the night and exhausted since I was no closer in finding my brother's killers. "Last warning, who do you work for."
"Fuck yo—" I pulled the trigger and let the bullet sink into his head—splattering blood all over my clothes and face.
"Okay, let's try this again. Who do you work for stronzo?" I asked the boy that sat next to the lifeless body of his friend. He couldn't be more than sixteen, hopefully, he would be smarter.
He held a straight hard expression—trying not to look unfazed that I just killed his colleague. I knelt down to his eye level and pulled my knife out— grazing it against his cheek. "You're making this harder than it has to be." I turn to the other man that sat next to him. "Whoever talks first, I'll let live. Otherwise, your death will be slow and painful." I smiled at them. "And I'll enjoy every second of it."
"We're dead either way." The older man said in a thick Spanish accent. "Do whatever you need but we're not talking."
I let out a sigh and in one swift moment, I cut the boys cheek deeply. He tried to hold his scream in but failed. I watched the blood leak down his face as his expression turned to terror. "Still want to keep quiet?" I asked the boy.
He looked at me, I could see him pondering his options. "Fine, I'll talk but please don't kill me."
"Tonto, cierra la boca!" The other man yelled. (Dumbass, Shut your mouth!)
"If you tell me what I want to know, you have my word that we won't kill."
"You're a dead man if you talk!" This guy was really getting on my nerves. I leaned in—grabbing a handful of his hair, pulling him close and let my blade slice his throat. I watched the life in his eyes fade as he gagged on his own blood. I threw his head back and watched his lifeless body tumble to the ground.
"Now, where were we?" I wiped my bloody hands on my dress as I knelt back down to the boy. His wide dark eyes were on the man on the ground.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you." I kept my tone calm, but I was losing patience.
"Please, I don't want to die," he begged. He looked like a lost scared puppy.
I rolled my eyes and looked over at Rex who was leaning against the stone wall.
"Rex bring my laptop." He nodded and left the cell.
"I will arrange a flight to Italy and set you up with some work there. Your boss won't find you and I will keep my promise about not killing you. Only if you cooperate and give me everything you know."
