Chapter 15 - The Day I See Regina Care Is The Day I See Her Beg

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Regina POV

"Are you in position, Wynter?"

"Yes. The subject is in vision. Preparing to go now." Came her reply.

I absently nodded as my eyes were focused on the screen. We were looking through a camera which was implanted in her necklace.

We saw as she walked up to the guy who we had been trying to find for a while now. That 'while' being four days.

This guy had made a few of our people betray us, in exchange for some lousy amount of money. Money!

We found out that he had some valuable information about our Mafia in a USB, so Wynter was the one assigned to take it.

I also allowed her to have some fun with the guy first or afterwards, but she has to make sure that the USB is safely in her grasp.

As always, to make sure no one would recognize her, she had to put on contact lenses and a wig. Add in a few touches of make-up as well.

"I can't believe how Wynter can tolerate guys like that! I mean, they're all perverts just wanting to have sex with her, and she gives them that." Krista broke the silence.

"You know that she has her reasons, Krista. We are not one to judge her if she wants to do this." I told her.

"Yeah, plus she's our friend. We should just support her in whatever she wants to do. No one is forced to do or not do anything." Kade said, agreeing to my statement.

Krista huffed a breath but stayed quiet afterwards. We simply sat there and watched as she easily took the USB from the target's pocket.

Mission accomplished.

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"Regina!"

Seriously. We have phones, an intercom. Why does he always choose to yell? We have a big ass mansion for fuck's sake.

"Cosa?!" I yelled back. {What?!}

"Vieni qui!" Came his reply. {Come here!}

Once I reached the office, Padre motioned for me to close the door. After doing so, I walked up to him and stood opposite him.

"Where have you been?" Padre asked. Demanded, more like.

"We had to claim something from someone," I answer.

He then asked again, "Have you seen the new viral video?"

Che cazzo? {What the fuck?}

"You know I don't have time for such things. And even if I do, I wouldn't waste my time on such things. I suggest you do too."

Padre shook his head.

"No, I think you would have wanted to see that one." He said.

His head turned down, making it hard for me to possibly know what he's feeling. But since his body was tense, it looked important.

"The only reason I would even dare to see, well, whatever it is, is if it had something to do with my family," I stated, staring him down.

He hesitated before finally telling me. Oh, how I wished he would have said it sooner.

"It's... It's not me..."

I stood there with a blank face for a whole two minutes, making Padre look up to see how I was reacting.

Without a word said, I walked out of the room and into the said boy's.

I barged in unannounced, making him look up quickly from his position on the bed and sit up straight.

"Re-regina..." Rayver mumbled while looking at me with wide, alarmed eyes. They were swollen.

"What happened?" I demanded.

He looked away then and to the blanket of his bed, fiddling with his fingers. "Why do you need to ask? You've probably seen all the videos already..."

I shook my head, "No. I haven't. I want to hear from you. I wanted you to tell me what went on causing this so-called video."

He hesitated before starting to talk. He first relayed that he and his friends got to the party, and then that bitch from the British Mafia came up to them and started flirting with him.

He also confessed that she was the one who invited them, which meant that he had lied to me.

I didn't comment on it so he continued.

He told me about how he had drunk his first liquor and how he and Blair danced.

And finally, he told me about what she did.

That she pushed Rayver to the pool.

Oh, let's not forget the motherfucking fact that she had people video him.

"I was such an idiot. I actually believed that she would have liked me. That someone would have liked me!" He whispered to himself like he forgot I was there, "Now that I think about it, that was pretty delusional for me."

He continued talking, while I was in my own world. One that had a river oozing with a certain female's blood.

I could practically feel the adrenaline slowly coursing through my veins, my demons whispering in my ear.

They tell me to go, make her pay.

And so I did.

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Coincidentally, just as I was storming out of the house, an SUV came rushing to the house. Seeing as the SUV was familiar, I didn't worry.

In fact, I am glad that they're here.

They're not here to hinder my bloodlust, though. They're here so we can quench it together.

As soon as I got in the passenger seat, swarms of voices started questioning me. I overpowered them, though.

"Krista, track Blair Martin down," I said, shutting them all off.

She immediately took out her laptop and began typing away, while the others were just silently staring at me for an explanation.

"That bitch was the one who pushed Rayver to the pool and humiliated him." I gave them a quick answer.

Not more than a minute later, Krista announced that she had found Blair. Angelo, being the driver right now, high-tailed out of the mansion, rushing to where she was.

Get ready, bitch. No one messes with my family and gets away with it easily.

Soprattutto mio fratello. {Especially my brother.}

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THIRD PERSON POV

The rusty stench of blood wafted across a dark alley of New York City, the screams coming from it warning people to not dare walk across there.

Cops had already checked it out, being reported by a passerby, but once they saw who the suspect was, they quietly retreated and silently took pity for the poor person who had to endure the wrath of The Queen.

The beam of the moon was the only thing that gave light to the dark street, but it did nothing to help the dark thoughts of the six people.

Some had felt pity but had forced it to the bottom of their hearts and minds. All except one.

The Queen did not feel pity. Not like she can feel anything except anger, bloodlust, and coldness.

That is until he came.

Just the second day that he had arrived in her life, she felt surprise for the first time.

Just the fourth day that he had arrived in her life, she felt worry.

Just the seventh day he had arrived in her life, she felt unease.

Just sixteen days after he had arrived in her life, she felt sceptical.

And just seventeen days after he had arrived in her life, she had felt overprotectiveness.

Which led to the current situation. The torture of the bitch that had humiliated her brother.

The shrill sounds of the poor blonde's screams were like music to her ears. If she could, she would feel satisfaction right then.

She would have smiled had it that she couldn't.

One would just wish the quick death for the girl, but the Queen Bloodlust was not one for mercy. That's what a quick death would be: merciful.

But after what she had done to the Queen's little brother? Oh hell no. No mercy would be given.

The sound of a car screeching nearby had her friends alarmed, but she remained unfazed and concentrated on her job.

Exiting the car, Blair's older brother, Blake, watched in horror as his sister got punched unsympathetically.

Beside him stood the rest of them who came, who also looked at the scene in terror.

They were completely confused as to why Queen Bloodlust had chosen to take her anger out on their seductress.

Blake was the first to snap out of the group's shocked trance, his anger coming to him in full force.

"Hey! Let go of her!" His shout was what also snapped the others from their reverie.

Blake made the first move by trying to run to his sister, which was immediately blocked by Kade.

This caused a domino effect on everyone except a few.

Krista and Wynter against Ashley, Angelo against Nicholas, and Kade against Zachary.

The ones that weren't moving from their past positions were the two leaders and Blair, who was still getting plummeted.

Cavillor didn't mind going there to his rival and friend, choosing to stay rooted at where he stood and simply observed.

His mind was racing with questions as to why Blair was being tortured ruthlessly by Regina.

Though, he couldn't help but feel a bit of relief that they hadn't brought Blair to their headquarters mansion, for if she was there, worse would happen.

Meanwhile, Blair was slowly nearing unconsciousness, and Regina knew this.

With all her strength, Blair mustered up enough to ask one word. "Why?"

Regina paused in her assault and eyed the beaten-up blonde. Knowing that her victim didn't have the strength to tell her enemies' Mafia about their secret, she chose to tell Blair the truth.

Regina grabbed Blair by her neck, effectively choking her, and brought Blair's ear near to her mouth.

She whispered coldly, "He is my brother."

It took a few seconds for Blair to realize what the Queen had meant, and when she did, her eyes widened in horror.

Family was the most important thing in all Mafias, and she had just messed with the younger brother of the Queen Bloodlust.

With one final punch, Blair drifted off to unconsciousness.

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Cavillor POV

"Why. Why her? It shouldn't have been her! It should have been me- no. It should've been that bitch who killed my sister!" I tuned out after that.

The pain that Blake was going through right now is not fair in any reasonable way.

It had been a week after Blair's death, and the funeral had just finished. People who came to pay their respects had already left, leaving only my in-group.

The twins' parents had died when they were kids, so the death of his sister was just chilli icing to the burnt cake of life.

I left soon, leaving Zachary to take care of his grieving boyfriend.

The thing that was running on my mind was Blair's last word. And, no. She didn't get the death speech like in movies.

She only mouthed one word which was pretty hard to comprehend what it meant. Took me three days to get it.

'Brother', she breathed out.

At first, I thought that it was probably for Blake, her subconscious giving away the last word as love to him.

But in whatever situation I put it, Blair was unlikely to call her brother... Well, brother.

I know that she loves him, and him to her, but she would never call Blake 'brother'. Maybe by his name, yeah, but brother...

I keep this in my mind as I drive to our Mafia headquarters, which is also the place where some people in our Mafia stay at.

I say 'some people' because there are some others that choose to live away from the HQ. An example of those someones is me and my friends.

We had our own penthouse somewhere in New York City, because of course, it won't be the Big Apple unless someone lived in an apartment.

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"Nicholas, what's my schedule for this afternoon?" I ask my second-hand man who had his desk in the office the same as mine.

"Well..." He scrolled on the iPad. "You have, unfortunately, tea with the seven-headed-dragon, after that, you're free to go."

"Fuck. Do I really need to interact with the devil's incarnation?" I ask exasperated.

"Yes, sadly. I do hope you will get home with your brains intact." He said, mocking a pitiful look.

"I still can't believe that she threatened a woman to kill her child unless the woman would run away with one of the twins." I sigh, remembering the most famous rumours when we were still children.

Sadly, it was true. Not just a rumour.

"Yeah, what was the lady's name? Priscilla... Peale... Something?" He said, looking thoughtful while trying to remember the poor woman's name.

I snapped my fingers, "Anyway, I have to go. Wish me luck against the evil stepmother!"

I shuffle around the office and went out to head to the famous tea Café that my stepmother had always been going to.

Why we still do this is beyond me.

Probably to make sure that her reputation as the 'loving and caring mother' would not be tarnished.

If only the people knew the reality of our relationship.

I wouldn't even call it a relationship. More like... Toleration.

Yes, that.

We only tolerate each other, but because she and my father are very prideful, they had practically ordered me to spend some 'quality time' with dearest stepmum.

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After a horrible time with my father's wife, I went back to my and my friends' penthouse.

I know I may seem strange that I am not mourning as much as I should for my friend, but I know that if ever she was still here, she would find a way to cheer us all up.

That was Blair Martin. The most joyful and hyperactive of our group of friends. Other people may only see the fact that she's either a slut at school or a seductress at work, but we knew who she was.

She was a lonely girl who had been deprived of her parents' love and life since she was eight.

She had her brother, yes, but Blake also had his friends and things that each of the siblings didn't like about the other.

So she resorted to meaningless sex.

The sound of the elevator voice had me snapping out of my mental monologue. I entered the penthouse, and what first greeted me was our living room.

What stood out in the blue-themed living room was a pair of guys. One was sobbing silently while the other was comforting his boyfriend.

Leaving the lovers to themselves, I next headed to the kitchen to -of course- get some food.

Knowing that Nicholas would be home in a few minutes, I leave out some chips for him on the counter.

After that, I went straight to my room.

As I was getting myself comfortable, my mind reeled back to why Regina had decided to attack Blair.

My first thought at the moment was that it was because of the Mafia rivalry -which was actually and honestly very petty- but when I delve more into it, there's definitely more into it.

First, why had Regina chosen to specifically torture Blair?

Then again, maybe it wasn't specifically for her. Maybe she was just passing by and decided to take out some steam on my friend.

But, no.

Being in a Mafia still had morals, which meant that Regina knew exactly what 'no murder of innocents' and 'no abuse of power' meant.

So a simple fight wasn't what Regina was aiming for.

The second option is that Blair had hurt someone close to Regina.

I stop in my tracks, right in the middle of the process of putting on a clean shirt.

Then I laugh. Out loud.

Like, a guffawing kind of laughter.

The kind that would make tears spring out of a person's eyes.

Regina? Cares for someone? Yeah right!

Oh, and while I'm at the thought, hell has also frozen over. Twice.

I shake my head with a shit-eating grin implanted on my face.

The day I see Regina care is the day I see her beg.

Which her being Queen, she would never beg. Ever. Especially to me.

I then go to bed and close my eyes, even though sleep was far from me at the moment.

Instead, I used up the hours of the night thinking about a certain pair of eyes which had central heterochromia.

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