A/N: This chapter takes place on the night she died. 

Elektra Queen needed a fucking drink. 

Tea is just not enough nowadays, she observed, sipping the almost cold drink from her favourite cup. 

It was his birthday. 

And yes, normally she would've been sad if it were the birthday of someone she loved dearly, someone who was now dead but Elektra knew he wouldn't want her to be sad. He never did like it if anyone was sad on his birthday, be it a family member or a stranger. 

Biting into a biscuit, Elektra thought back to the group of teenagers that had just left. It was a pity they hadn't had any tea or biscuits. She hadn't even poisoned them today.

Elektra had a fascination of sorts with death. The beauty of it. To see the life leave someone's eyes and be assured that they would find the ultimate answer to life, as ironic as it was, in their death. 

What she didn't like was giving the wrong person the answer; a person who wasn't, according to her, ready. And Deo Angelis wasn't ready. 

Elektra sighed as she mixed some vodka in her tea. It was hard to believe that it had been two years since she'd met Deo and a year since he'd died. A bittersweet smile pulled at her lips as she thought back to when they first met two years ago.  

Elektra furiously walked to the entrance to one of the main warehouses of the Queen organization in Paradise because the news of her men getting high on the stock of Powder they were supposed to fucking ship out of town had caught her ear. 

Why am I still doing this? She found herself asking. 

Oh right because it was decided for me as soon as I popped out of mother dearest before any of my other cousins could.

She bit back a snarl. Sometimes, she hated being the eldest.  

Five minutes later, everything was once again in order. Elektra noticed someone helping another person stand. The person looked around her age, maybe younger with midnight hair.

"You didn't do it?" She asked him, confused. Was Powder not doing good?

"No, drugs are for the weak," he answered, turning to look at her and for a moment, she was stunned by the warmth in his dark, dark eyes and mischievous smile. "I prefer getting high on candy," he grinned showing his pearly whites.

Elektra was taken aback. And she hated it. To her, it was a sign of weakness. 

She let the olive-skinned boy go and returned to handing out punishments. Then she ran into him again a few days later at the docks and he invited her to his birthday party. She politely declined and wished him a happy birthday; once again surprised at how she hadn't made a crude remark. But she couldn't make snarky remarks to his face and his innocent yet dark eyes. 

What is he doing here? She wondered. 

The next day she asked her second-in-command about him. 

Deo Angelis, his name was. Elektra couldn't help but agree that it suited him. He was 21, only a year younger than her. He was a member of the Daimona, one of the gangs that worked for the Queen organization. He'd joined recently because of some family problems. Now, it made sense to her, him being in this line of work. 

Elektra was brought out of her memories as the clock chimed and decided to retire to bed early for the night. Her workload had increased tenfold as of late. Walking to her room, she passed the hallway that held the portraits of all the leaders of the Queen organization, mostly women. Elizabeta, Tom, Caroline, Elliana, Celeste, Gran, and the last one, her. Blond hair, blue eyes and the Queen name shined in almost all of the paintings. 

"How does everyone in your family have blond hair and blue eyes?" Deo had once asked her. That was the first time he had seen the inside of the Queen house. 

"It's a Queen thing," she had smirked, showing him to other rooms of the huge house. 

Not a lot of people knew she stayed here. That was probably why those teenagers had stumbled here. The guards were probably on dinner break. 

"Damned slackers," she murmured to herself, taking another sip of the drink. That was probably for the best, she decided. If they paid more attention to her activities, they would know that she was sneaking away from time to time....

Running a hand through her blond locks, she noticed the charm bracelet on her wrist. Glancing fondly at it, a deep sadness flowed through her veins and settled in her bones. Deo, the guy with midnight hair and a love for making charm bracelets, had gifted it to her. It seemed nowadays just about anything reminded her of him. 

Well, everything always reminded her of him. 

Sometimes, she envied how black and white, being a mere messenger for the gangs, Deo's life was, while she was stuck with the grey.  

Deo Angelis was the purest soul she had ever met. He made her feel warm even though she was nothing but ice. She had fallen in love with him; it was hard not to love a person with galaxies in their eyes. 

And then she had killed him. 

In their family, betrayal was betrayal. And Deo babbling off their secrets to the FBI was seen as a betrayal to her family. And so, she had to kill him; if she hadn't she wouldn't be the leader of one of the biggest drug organizations and if she wasn't the leader, how would she control the drug activities? 

Great Grandpa Tom always said that she had to control the activities of the group to actually make a difference. It didn't matter that they'd been talking about her first grade lunch group, great grandpa Tom's advice always worked. 

Stopping at his portrait, Elektra tried to remember what measly little memories she had of the old man. Thomas Lake was the smartest and sneakiest man she knew. Having married into the family and survived as long as he did, everyone sure did respect the hell out of the old man. Old Elizabeta Queen was just happy to have a good husband and second-in-command when he joined.

The old prick had died two days before her ninth birthday, which meant no cake.

Elektra wondered briefly if one of her relatives would avoid cake on their birthday if she died two days before it. Probably not. She didn't deserve that.

Glancing at the long line of leaders, she let out a long breath. Almost all her female ancestors that were leaders had died gruesome, mysterious—to the world—deaths. Well, it wasn't a mystery to Elektra. The Queen Organization had many rivals back in the day, more than it did now.

Elektra had made sure there were as little rivals as possible. Mostly by merging other gangs into theirs. It wasn't hard to make other gangs agree that it would be a good idea to not be a rival to the Queen Organization.

Everyone was scared of her; of her ruthless personality. No one expected her to do good. So, she'd decided she would do good.

Elektra knew she was beyond redemption at this point. But there were some who weren't; like her sister, Selene. Maybe Selene would soon come to her senses and separate her business and leave Anthony.

Elektra didn't mind Anthony but he truly did not deserve her sister.

"Tomorrow," she decided, taking a last sip from her tea cup. "Tomorrow, I'll talk to her."

Elektra wasn't mad at the display of betrayal that followed, she knew she had it coming. She was just surprised at who was behind it.

There were the only two thoughts in Elektra's head as she was strangled;

Well, there go my plans to talk to Sel tomorrow,

And, should've poisoned the tea today.

Hi, guys!!!

How are y'all doing?
I'm doing good now. This chapter was actually supposed to be updated a few weeks back but uh, corona interrupted lol.

Anyway, I'm not sure when I'll update next since my exams are near which is bad since there's only like a chapter and epilogue left. Whatever, I'll try not to freak out.

Lemme know your thoughts on this chapter. I dunno, I just found Elektra interesting and thought it would be fun to write something from her POV.

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