Chapter 2

• || SANCIA's POV ||
• " Madam! We are all set! Do you have any more instructions?"
• My best man, Leo notified me through the speaker. I looked around first and watched them all in places. Most likely we had the whole building in our control. I didn't find anything wrong but when it came to facing the Don of the mafia, even the best arrangements didn't assure me.
• I replied with a low hum, carefully securing the gun underneath my Versace dress,
• " Wait for my next command!"
• Looking back to last year, everything still felt surreal to me. It was never in my plan to take the position of the new head of my husband's empire. After Viktor's demise, I took charge of myself and decided to put an end to those people who tore down my happy family. The pain was still there but I just forgot to remember them every day.
• Vincenzo Russo threw an exaggerated party at this mansion today. He barely joined such gatherings. So, it was the best shot to finish my brother-in-law today. After successfully murdering my husband, he became the new don but to our family, he was just the enemy. Although no evidence was found regarding his involvement with Viktor's attack, everyone knew the truth especially when he announced himself as the new don the next day after Viktor's death. No one was there to challenge his position except Viktor.
• I got out of my SUV elegantly. There was only one way to get close to Vincenzo Russo__ luring him. He was always into beauty. With the number of girls that he bedded every day, I wondered how many of his kids were already born behind everyone's eyes.
• For the mission, I had to change my whole appearance today. My usually bonded hair was left hanging open today. Instead of wearing my black leather suit, I chose a customized red gown today. Thanks to their theme party, I got an eye mask of a butterfly shape to cover my face. It was indeed true that the gown fit well with my body. To become the Mafia boss, I had to maintain a good figure, stamina, and strength. My dad was still surprised that he couldn't find the innocent girl inside me anymore. I told him that the girl had died when she saw his husband and, her unborn child getting killed.
• Walking past the crowd, I entered the building which was full of people. Although each one of them dressed well like a gentleman, everyone belonged to the dark Mafia society. Average people couldn't guess how cruel these people were here.
• Those people didn't excite me. My eyes roamed across the party to find my target. It was more crowded than I expected. Naturally mob bosses avoided these parties because of their natural hiding nature. The meaning that they all had joined this party of Vincenzo Russo, had only one meaning that they had accepted Archer as their new don. It infuriated me since he stole the position from my late husband.
• Ignoring the rage inside my mind, I continued to look around until it fell on a group of three men, the one who was holding the red wine.
• VINCENZO!!
• It was supposed to be him. Though we were practically families, we never met each other personally. The brothers avoided each other like a plague and refused to have any contact. The last time I asked Viktor about Vincenzo, he told me to shut the fuck up about the topic.
• I made my way towards them slowly. It was undeniable to admit that Ajax was a temptation indeed. He didn't have any similar features to Viktor. His skin was a little tanned than Viktor's. His hair was trimmed short, almost showing off his blade scale. His hands were adorned with black and red tattoos. His eyes were grey and vacant. Even if I mistook everything, his signature silver earring on the left ear confirmed everything.
• The more I walked to them, I felt the urge to pull out my gun. But it was not the perfect time. Just when I was four steps away from him, his grey eyes found mine. My feet froze for a second, almost getting caught. I didn't know why I reacted so fast but his gaze kept increasing the beat of my heart. Turning aside, I grabbed a wine glass to act innocent.
• Those men were speaking in the Italian language. Hence, I failed to understand the meaning. The taste of loss was still alive in my skin. One month ago, we lost land over them which I desperately wanted for an orphanage. I grew an obsession with visiting orphanages ever since I lost my baby.
• A sip from the wine soothed my mood. Flipping my hair back, I swayed my body to go over to him again. He caught the sight of mine but this time, I walked with confidence. The other men shot me a confused glance when I stopped right in front of Vincenzo, my enemy, my brother-in-law, and probably the only person that I hate the most in this world. I brought my best smile to my face, asking in a sweet, seductive voice,
• " Would like to dance, Mr. Russo?"
• Shit! That was a fucking bold move!
• All the eyes snapped at me as if I had just murdered someone. I was pretty sure that no woman had ever dared to ask him for a dance. His right-handed man opened his mouth to say something but Vincenzo's cold, magnetic voice captured the attention first,
• " Of course! I never refuse beauty!"
• I smirked behind my mask. I didn't expect it to happen so fast but his men looked surprised as well. Vincenzo walked out of the men after finishing his rest over wine. As we came to the center of the dancing area, all the eyes were following us. I kept my posture confident and comfortable. One wrong move, I was going to be a dead body here.
• Slow music started playing in the background. Vincenzo took the lead as he spread his arms to push me against him. A soft gasp left my lips. His muscles felt strong and taut underneath my touch. Our feet began to sway together, our faces were inches apart from each other. I could smell his gum flavors through his breath.
• My lips quivered nervously. The way he was smirking all the time, I had a conflicted feeling about this. His voice whispered into my ears, clear enough to beat the tune of the song,
• " What a brave soul you are! May I have your name, Miss? Not everyone has the guts to ask for my hand!"
• I rolled my eyes secretly. Arrogance always ran through his veins. I heard about it many times until I witnessed it today. I whispered back to him, his hands came down to grip my waist,
• " I have a lot of guts, Mr.Russo. You will see more."
• His smirk turned into a malicious grin. Lifting my body in the air, he replied without breaking our eye contact,
• " I love women with guts!"
• I brought my hand up to wrap around his neck, our faces were close to each other again. My other hand traveled all over his chest, following down to his waist. I felt the sharp edge of the gun, feeling so hard and solid. Leaning close to his ears, I muttered in a seductive voice, hoping to take out his gun to kill him with it,
• " And I love...men with guns..."
• He let out a low growl when I was slightly teased with the gun, my touch bothering him. When the music died and I attempted to move away, he pushed me hard against his chest again. Pinning my hair behind the ears, I replied with a knowing smirk, his eyes flashing with a murderous gleam,
• " You certainly have a lot of guts but you aren't good at hiding, SISTER-IN-LAW."