Signora's Theatrical Revenge

Fox forwarded me all the intel I requested, and as I read through it, a mix of anger and disbelief churned in my gut. Having that snake, Talia, slithering in the shadows was bad enough, but Marco Russo too? Dominic’s own brother?

“These motherfuckers!” I cursed with every bit of my being.

All this time, they’d been conspiring together to pit me and Dominic together like fighting dogs. I couldn’t believe I’d ever trusted that wench. She was more vile than I’d imagined. Even the controversial hallucinogenic drug that surfaced at the black market auction years ago was being linked to her.

And ever since she married Dominic, his standing in the Russo family had been on shaky ground. Dominic had started acting differently too. The faction supporting him suspected Talia of infidelity and was already questioning the legitimacy of her unborn child.

They might have been right, but it didn’t matter. That innocent soul passed away not seeing the light of the day—murdered by its mother before the second trimester.

I just couldn’t wrap my head around what those two lowlifes were thinking. If even half of those allegations were true, they were far worse nutjobs than I’d ever been.

I needed to smoke out her mole and get to the bottom of it!

Grabbing the telephone, I dialed a number.

“Julio. Get everyone to the courtyard at ten. I want them suited up,” I ordered then hung up with a slam.

Later, under the scorching morning sun, I marched toward the courtyard with the executives trailing behind me. Their confusion was obvious, and I understood why—I’d never called for a gathering with such urgency since I’d taken the Don’s chair.

My mood darkened the second I spotted my target as I stepped into the courtyard.

“Signora,” he greeted, taking my hand and kissing my ring. “You’re killing us with suspense. You didn't need to bother coming down. I could've handled it all for you.”

“I’m in the mood to handle things personally today, Julio,” I snapped, walking past him. “So shut your trap and do as I said.”

“Is everyone here?” I asked, inspecting the line of armed men before me.

“Yes, ma’am,” Julio responded.

I nodded, then grabbed two Glocks—and without warning, I bashed Julio’s head and shot dead anyone who dared reach for their weapon.

“Signora?” Julio gasped, no longer hiding the hatred in his eyes.

If I could’ve breathed fire, I would’ve incinerated him on the spot.

“Is there anyone else who wants to defy me?” I shouted, pressing a gun to Julio’s head. “Speak now, and I’ll do you the honor of sending you to your grave!”

Silence fell over the estate. No one moved a muscle.

I scoffed, looking down at the trembling fools. “You idiots must’ve thought I’d gone soft. But did you forget who I am?” I kicked Julio hard in the gut, watching him writhe in pain. “Tell me, Julio, who am I? What do they call me?”

“B-Bloody Mary,” he stammered, glaring up at me with eyes full of hate.

“That’s right, you bastard. I'm Bloody fucking Mary!” I let out a crazed laugh and shot him in the leg. His scream echoed through the halls.

“You didn’t think you’d betray me and walk away unscathed, did you?” I crouched down, lifting his chin with the barrel of my gun. “How long did you think you could keep this from me?”

“How did you find out?” he spat, defiant even in his agony.

“You thought you could outsmart me? You’ve grown cocky, you little shit! Let me remind you how I took over this family.” Without warning, I shot his other knee. Julio howled in pain again.

“Talk! What are Talia and Marco planning?”

Julio sneered, blood dripping from his mouth. “Why does it matter? You’re gonna die either way, bitch!” he spat, his defiance burning bright.

I chuckled, leaning in close. “That’s the funny thing, Julio—I already did.” My grin turned devilish as I snapped my fingers, and a chair was brought in while the others bound him tight.

“Make him sing,” I ordered, lighting a cigarette and watching with cold satisfaction.

They tortured Julio relentlessly, prying out every twisted detail of the plot. The plan was almost laughably simple—I felt like a fool for being played by these idiots. The goal was to destroy the fragile peace between our families and push Dominic and me to each other’s throats, while they seized power from the shadows. Julio was to play his part on my side, waiting to become the new godfather after my downfall, while Talia and Marco ruled from above.

“Pathetic!” I scoffed, cocking the gun to his head.

“You can’t kill me! They’ll send in their men if they don’t hear from me in the next few hours!” Julio bargained desperately.

I chuckled, “So what?” firing bullets into his head.