Mafia Don 1: Poisonous Peony

Atasha massages her temples and stood up. She called her secretary and told her to clean the table. She'll just bring the documents home. She needs to unwind.

Her job as the chairman of Ricci Group was totally tiring! Her mama and papa were enjoying their early retirement and were now cultivating the small farm they bought in Sicily.

She was left here to handle their billion-dollar company. Their assets and business here in Italy might be 27 billion euros. Their mansion here in Verona was designed by her papa, a famous architect in all of Europe.

"Ma'am, your desk is clean now."

She looks back and smiles at Cecile. She grabs her coat and bag. "You can go home now as well, CC. Well done as always. See you tomorrow." Cecile's eyes glow.

She smiled brightly. "Thank you, ma'am!" Cecile happily replied.

Atasha walked out of her office first and let her secretary take care of locking her office. As soon as she reaches the parking lot, she hops inside. Her jaw clenched.

She saw the keychain that she placed in the rearview mirror. It is an amulet that gives good fortune and wards off misfortunes in Japanese beliefs. I bought this when I had a vacation there last year. I love Japan as a tourist spot.

'I will never forget that night, zia... I'll never forget, no matter how I seek professional help. I'm really so sorry...'

Zia means auntie. She drives her car away and tries to calm the fear, anger, and hatred that rise within her. She will drop by her favorite restaurant before she heads home.

Atasha was already tired and wanted to end her weekdays in her cozy bed, snoozing out all the stress she had for this week.

She parks her car and is on her way to the restaurant when she notices the five men that she'll cross paths with. Their aura was giving her that same sickening vibe from a decade ago.

Atasha moves to the side and halts, making sure she won't bump into them. They might be 6'0-6'5 feet tall. They're all wearing long black blazers that were only put on their shoulders.

They're wearing expensive Armani black suits. What irritates her the most is... They stopped where she also stops! She closes her eyes when a sudden recall of a body drenched with blood flashes behind her head.

She takes deep breaths, calming herself. Their aura was enough to make her remember that night. Her palms ball into fists. It's not helping at all!

"Boss DeLuca." Atasha's eyes dilated when she heard that name. A cold, eerie feeling creeps all over her body.

'Boss DeLuca?!'

"What is it? I'm still calling Kyros. Don't interrupt me, Ray."

She acts like she's just curious about them but keeps every fucking detail of a certain man's face. The one they're calling Boss DeLuca!

Atasha bites her lower lip and doesn't care even if she starts tasting her blood! "Boss, it's from one of our men in Sicily. He's asking why he can't contact you. Maybe something came up," he remarked.

She took one last glance and walked forward. She's already here in Verona and never set foot in that place for a decade, and yet! SHIT!

"What a small freaking damn world..."

Atasha scoffs bitterly, full of bitterness and venomous hatred. A hatred that was eating her out for damn ten damn years! She entered the restaurant and ordered champagne and steak.

While looking at her journal, she sketched that man's face and wrote his surname under his fucking good-looking face. "Here's your order, ma'am," the waiter says.

She smiled and closed the notebook. "Thank you," she replied nicely. "No problem, ma'am. Our pleasure. Enjoy your meal."

The next few days, she can't stop thinking about that man and finds herself searching for what she can Google. Her palm turns to a fist when the first picture that she saw was the...

Atasha throws her phone and starts breathing heavily again. She raises her head and looks at the portrait next to their family photo.

She purposely placed that photo on the wall to remind herself what she lost. A caring, jolly, sweet, and loving aunt.

"I guess fate was indeed telling me that I should do it, Auntie... I will make them pay for what they did to you! I'll destroy their lives!"

She screams at the top of her lungs, yet the hatred in her heart becomes stronger instead. She can't deny the fact that she hasn't moved on because the people who brought that nightmare to their family were out there, living the best of their lives.

She smirks madly and sheds her tears. "I've been miserable for a decade... it's time for them to feel the same way too. No one... will have their happy ending until I say so!"

The next three days, she continues her research until she finds the chance that she's waiting for. Atasha looks at herself and smirks.

She is wearing a dark matte red lipstick, highlighting her full lips, the same as what Angelina Jolie has. She only wore light makeup and darker red blush to make her cheekbones sexier and prettier.

She doesn't need extended lashes because hers are already long enough. She fixed her long, wavy, S-shaped hair. Atasha raises her wrist and smells her perfume.

"People like them were nothing but fucking pigs when it comes to women. Might as well use this beauty as a weapon. It's time... for our way to hell," she mumbled. She grabs her keys and goes downstairs.

As soon as Atasha arrives at that party, she searches around and checks if Gael DeLuca has arrived. She has to make sure that she'll be able to enter the DeLuca family.

She'll destroy their mafia group and kill Emilio DeLuca herself! The two of them! She grabs a champagne and starts drinking, waiting for that person to arrive.

The party was full of people socializing for good and evil intentions. Time had passed, and she started to get tipsy after drinking a lot because of frustrations.

The reason why she finds her way in this party isn't arriving at all! It's already half past nine! Atasha stood up and decided to go in the bathroom and force herself to vomit and sober up.

She can't drive under the influence of alcohol. She was walking a little when she lost her steps and was about to fall when a strong arm wrapped around her waist.

She raises her head and looks at her left side. Her eyes dilated. It's Gael DeLuca! In flesh! He finally fucking arrives after one million years!

"Drunk or tipsy?" he asks.

"Hey, are you okay? Miss? Miss!" he calls.

She looks away and realizes that she's not heading to the restroom of this venue. She's heading to the main door!