Luisa ambled down the steps of her private jet that had just landed back in Rome. Loading her bags in the trunk of her Steel Grey Audi ABT RS7, she stepped on the gas and zoomed her way out the airport into the highway. She worked alone, after that night, the word trust was extirpated from her dictionary. There was not a single person on this earth she would ever trust again.
She rolled her windows down, as she lit her cigar, her work in Milan was done, in all honesty, she was a little shocked at herself. Not because she thought she couldn't kill Francesco, no killing was like second nature to her, franc's was no different. What she didn't expect was the emotional numbness, like he was some target and it was just business as usual. Did she ever loved him? up until that moment at the club, she could have sworn she once loved that man, but after killing him, right now, being in her car, cigar between those sumptuous lips and windows rolled down consenting the Roman breeze to invade her car, she wasn't so sure anymore. Perhaps the sex was what she liked, he did know how to fuck her good, and rough, and that's just how she loved it. Cruising down the asphalt, Luisa took a nostalgic detour…
~Flashback~
*Luisa, rallenta per l'amore di Dio!* (Luisa slow down for God's sake!) Giulia, Luisa's mother ordered from the backseat of the Mercedes SUV, although her voice wavered with a hint of fear of them. She had always been scared of her daughter. She loved her, but didn't love the fact that she took after her father. Why can't you just be a proper woman! She'd always say. *Relax mom, Lulu wouldn't crash us…right?* Sofia said, poking her head from the backseat to peep at her role model on the driver's seat. *Don't fucking call me that* Luisa playfully warned her baby sister. Sofia was the only one who dared to call her that. In truth, Sofia had a nickname for everyone in the family. She always looked up to Luisa, in contradiction of their mother's protests. Luisa understood their mother, of course even she did not wish to expose Sofia to her kind of life, but hey, whatever the princess wants, the princess gets. *You will speak politely to your sister, Luisa* her mother retorted, *She's 16 not stupid, she knows what fuck is "mom"* Luisa fired back. *You re-* *Bambini, per favore.* (Children, please.) Alessandro interjected his wife, Gucci sunglasses on, with a cigar in between his lips, hands stretched out of the rolled down passenger window. His curly and full chestnut brown hair ruffled by the hotafternoon Roman breeze, the sleeves of his black Gucci shirt rolled back to his elbows, his lips were full and pink, and his facial features were manly, and handsome. He looked back to his darling wife, her long black mane tied up in a tight high bun, exposing her face, she was beautiful as hell, and he was a lucky man, he thought. Those brown almond shaped orbs were the catalyst in his emotional downfall, he was completely captivated by them, the first day he saw them, at the infirmary of the old De Rossi's mansion, his father's mansion. She was trying to remove a bullet from his left thigh, while he'd been swooning in his head, her eyebrows full and arched that seemed groomed to perfection, her full plum lips, with a cupid bow and a subtle pout, and her curves! Oh God her curves! She was gorgeous, and he was glad his darling Luisa had gotten her physical traits.*Luisa is literally the best driver I know, amore relax please* he calmly said. He was always so gentle with her. *that's because you got her involved in a car chase at age 16!!* Giulia wasn't backing down. She hated that day, the chilling feeling of terror, when her daughter had appeared, covered in blood, and a few cuts, her father trailing behind her, covered in more blood, they had gone for an operation that almost went wrong. Giulia for the first time ever raised her voice on her husband, even went ahead to slap him, and kept pounding his chest, screaming all sorts of invectives, withtears streaming down her cheeks. *Ci risiamo* (Here we go again) Luisa muttered under her breath. *Si! Ci risiamo! (Yes! Here we go again!) her mother said, intensifying her tone. Alessandro sighed, bringing his cigar back to his lips. *This was supposed to be a fun family trip, per legarci) Sofia said. Luisa sighed, thankful that Aless jnr had not come with them on the trip, she knew she would have dumped him in the middle of the road. They never could stand each other, their mother had tried several times to mend their relationship, but it just didn't work. Aless jnr was insufferable. He irritated the fuck out of her, he'd always thought he was untouchable because his father was Alessandro De Rossi. And she only came along for this trip because of her father, well and Sofia. Her relationship with her mother was rocky. She knew the woman feared her, she loves her of course, she just didn't like her mother's constant whining of who she was. Giulia had tried and tried to change her, to make her into what she made her brother, she had always begrudged what they were, what they stood for, she'd always hated the mafia and anything that had to do with it, but she never hated the income it brought in, the money, the expensive lifestyle, the power of being a Donna. Luisa had always thought her to be a hypocrite, and for that she resented the woman, just a little bit.
~Flashback Ends~
After they extirpated her family, the Bianchi's took control of her father's mansion in Via dei condotti, Marcello became the sole controller of all her father's networks, or so he believed. Some of them were still loyal to the De Rossi, in fact the majority stood strong and true, she didn't trust anyone of them, but who's stopping her from using them for her own ends.
Marcello had the numbers, but she had the loyalty of the numbers, she only communicates with them through a link, or sometimes a burner phone, or even taped wires. None of them had seen her face since two days before that night.
For the past one year the Binachi's thought they had exterminated every single De Rossi from this world, they had no idea that she still lived. Somehow Franc was able to cover up her absence from that night, one thing she was thankful for. Although he betrayed her father for the promise of a very hefty sum of money and the position of capo, he never betrayed her. A stupid move of course, he shouldn't have saved her from the crossfire, he should have stood back and watched her burn.
Fortunately for Luisa, her father kept a huge sum of money in a coded location, disclosed only to her. He had left her a wealth beyond a single lifetime's dreams. Hence, the luxurious cars, private jets and multiple properties and investments, all in the name of Giorgia Esposito, a new identity she had taken for the purpose of revenge.
On getting to her penthouse situated atop a lustrous modern building in the heart of Parioli, one of Rome's most affluent neighborhoods. The exterior façade is clad in travertine stone, with floor to ceiling windows that flawlessly integrate the indoors and outdoors. Luisa unlocked the modern sleek door to reveal a spacious, light-filled living area, with soaring ceilings and beautifully polished, dark hardwood floors. The walls are adorned in elegant, greyish-white moldings, and festooned with an exquisite collection of contemporary Italian art. She needed a glass whiskey right now, the Macallan 1926 would do just fine, she decided as she poured herself a glass, and drank in one gulp, poured another, gulp, then another gu- her burner phone's insistent chime shattered her tranquil reverie.
"For God's sake! Che cazzo e?" voice sharp and frustrated, she didn't even bother to check the caller ID.
"Donna something's happened, the whole mafia is in disarray right now"
Lorenzo, one of her spies, he didn't work for her father, she planted him there herself, sounded shook on the phone, his voice a broken whisper, like he'd just saw a ghost. She rolled her eyes, hard.
"Lorenzo the suspense is killing me" she said in a tiny voice that dripped of sarcasm.
"Mi dispiace" he apologized before quickly getting to the point.
"Donna… we found the body of capo Francesco Luiz" He announced like it was supposed to be some kind of breaking news.
Luisa sighed, "e allora?" (so what?) she asked, already bored of this pointless phone call.
"The whole mafia is petrified, non hoi mai visto nessuno uccidere in questo modo prima Donna (I have never witnessed anyone killed in such manner before, Donna), words on the street says a deadly killer is back in play ma'am. Even the Don is shaking, ha abbaiato ordini tutto il giorno (he has been barking orders all day). A meeting is due to hold, Don Marcello plans on moving to the US to seek protection with the Miller Mafias till all of this blows over. Ma'am… what I saw, that assassin, whoever they are. They are sick in the head! please ma'am be careful"
Luisa smirked, if only he knew.
"Thank you, Lorenzo" she says before cutting the call.
Change of plans, she had wanted to deal with Franc and the Bianchi's here in Italy first, before moving to the US to finish off the Millers', now it seems Marcello just made her job easier. She didn't know he was such a coward, gulping the last remenent of whiskey in her glass, she headed for the master's suite, using a private internal elevator.
Upon opening, the master's suite is a serene retreat, ample with spacious bedroom, a lavish walk-in closet and an exquisite en-suit bathroom. The bedroom boasts of a stunning floor to ceiling glass wall that slides open to reveal a private rooftop garden, perfect for a relaxing evening aperitif.
Luisa didn't have the luxury of time right now, she would have admired the bedroom's exceptional details and brilliant craftsmanship, but she needed a shower first, then she would pack her bags, and head straight for the US.
The plan was simple actually, kill the Bianchi's one after the other, and then face the Millers'. Killing the Millers' would be tough, she was well aware. There's are reason why Marcello had to turn to them out of every other mafia, for help to execute his betrayal. She was meticulously prepared. It was no secret to her, how dangerous that family is, especially the young Don who retired his father at just the young age 19, Jordan Miller has been the cornerstone of the organization, his mercilessness was well spread and known in the underworld, people even say he was just as cold and cruel to family members, including his parents.
They say no frailty could be found in him, he cared for no one. Luisa doesn't believe that, everybody had a weakness. Even she used to have, until they deracinated him, but Jordan, nobody has ever touched his family, nobody dared to. So of course, there is a weakness! She just needs to find out who it is, and then just like that, eradicate the pillar, eradicate the whole bridge.
Of course, Luisa knew it wasn't as easy as she just made it seem, but she promised herself, and her father, and the whole De Rossi mafia, she would avenge every single one of them, by whatever means. Whatever the cost.