The Queen Of Mafia

"Young Lady," a voice called out outside the study room followed by a series of soft knocks. "I've brought milk and fruits."

A beautiful lady clad in black outfit, sat in the enormous swivel chair. Her pale white skin stand out in her black clothing, her red blood lips was pursed, her violet eyes was dull and cold, her small pointy nose cringed as she look at the series of complicated numbers, reports and datas in her laptop, and while her beauty represent a Goddess, one could feel the dangerous aura that surrounds the beauty.

When Aisha, the said Young Lady, heard the familiar voice of her trusted butler she let out a small cough and tell him to come in.

Aisha saw Alfred pushing a push tray. "Young Lady, why must you torture yourself like this? You should rest for awhile, work can wait."

Aisha gave her butler a bitter smirk and said with disdain, "Say that to those old geezers who only thinks of their own pathetic lives. My Father just died three months ago and yet they only cares how our famiglia will be taken down by our enemies."

De La Torre Famiglia, second to the most powerful famiglia in world, and with the death of the Boss, the Lumière Famiglia, their scornful enemy and the most powerful mafia famiglia in the world, who is beginning to take actions from the dark, the elders are bound to be frighten.

Who could blame them? Morano De La Torre has only one child, and that Aisha. A female. Although Aisha proved to be merciless and ruthless in the battlefield, they still doubt her capabilities to lead a mafia famiglia.

Alfred has no way to refute his Young Lady's remark.

"How's the traitors?" Aisha asked, her cold violet eyes burns with such hatred.

Alfred turns serious and report the situation of the traitors. "Still the same. No matter how we beat them into death, they still won't talk."

"Who's in charge of the interrogation?"

Rafael paused for awhile, suddenly forming a suspicion in his heart. "It was one of the traitors half brother."

Aisha clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Fetch me my coat, I'll go and deal with those scums myself." Alfred shudders as he stare at his Young Lady's cold violet eyes, her lust for blood was evident.

One thing is for sure, those traitors will never see the sun's light ever again.

Inside the cellars.

The cellars was cold, blood could be seen anywhere, and a defeaning scream resonated through the corners of the cellar.

Normal person would puke at the foul smell of the cellar, but Aisha was no normal person. She grew up in the mafia world, a world wherein the weak dies, and the strong lives.

A world full of ruthless people.

"Boss," the guards guarding the cellars acknowledge her. Although, they are displeased at the idea of being ruled by a woman, they must submit to her no matter what.

"Open it." Aisha ordered in a low and cold voice. Her face was stoic, void of any emotions, but her firm tone oozes with authority.

"Certainly." The guards nodded and open the door. There was a screeching sound before the faces of the traitors was seen.

Their faces and bodies are beaten to blue and black, some parts are covered with bandages with dried bloods, and new fresh wounds can be seen. They all hanged in the ceilings with rust chains. One look and you could pretty determined that they are barely hanging the last thread of their lives.

One of the guys heard the opening of the metal door, his eyes close but he shivers as he felt the chilling cold in the air.

It wasn't the air.

It was her.

The ruthless daughter of Morano De La Torre.

The she-devil who killed her own mother at the age of three. The devil who ceased the whole Bravia famiglia to existence by herself when she was ten. The so called ruthless demon who killed thousands of people who dares to defy her.

The new boss and leader of the De La Torre famiglia.

The said Queen of the Mafia.

Aisha De La Torre.

"Hello, Tom," Aisha greeted as she sat in the bloodied wooden chair, her eyes looking at the seven traitors. "You look good as always."

The man called Tom glares at Aisha with so much hatred. If it weren't for this bïtch, he wouldn't be in this situation at all.

If it weren't for her, his wife and child should've been still alive!

"You bïtch! This is all your fault! You killed my family! I'm going to fxcking kill you!"

Aisha wasn't fazed by his empty threats. What could he possibly do than to run his useless mouth? Even a dog wouldn't be scared.

Aisha let Tom run his mouth dry until he was only glaring at her.

"Other than the seven of you, who pledge his alliance to the Lumière famiglia?" Aisha asked.

Tom let out a laugh of ridicule and said with a sneer, "Ask that to yourself, Queen," he spat the word "queen" with disdain. "I'm pretty sure that lots of people in our famiglia aren't please to have you as our leader."

"I wasn't born to please other people whom I do not care about," Aisha replied in a calm voice. "And don't you dare to imagine that you're still a member of my famiglia." Aisha emphasized the word "my", she means to tell that whether they like it or not, she now rules the De La Torre famiglia.

"You bïtch!" Tom spats at Aisha, his sticky saliva was dripping from Aisha's black boots.

Aisha's eyes darkened, it was a gift from his late Father before he dies. She didn't want to talk to Tom, but she had no choice for the other six traitors are beaten to the point of coma.

At least, they appear they were.

Those guys are really testing my patience, Aisha sneered in her mind. Did they take her as a fool? I'm going to kill every mafia's who dares to defy me.

Aisha grips the cold metal gun in her waistband, and with a flash, she fires straight to the slim guy next to Tom.

The slim guy let out a bloodcurdling scream as the bullet fired right through where his male specimen laid.

Aisha didn't even look at the slim guy as she pulled the trigger. Her cold eyes that makes one trembles in fear was trained on Tom.

"Bïtch, bïtch, bïtch..." the slim man continued to curse as the other remaining traitors pretending to be dead was startled as they look at Aisha in disbelief and in fear.

"I was actually beginning to enjoy this stage play of yours, sadly this guy here spoiled my mood." Aisha fired the chains on the ceilings, completely releasing the traitors. "My muscles are a little tensed because of seating for a long time, so entertain me for a fight, alright?"

"You're going to regret this!" The slim man runs towards her, he was holding a two-edge small katana[1] aiming towards Aisha's face.

[1] Katana - historically, katana were one of the traditionally made Japanese swords that were used by the samurai of ancient and feudal Japan.