~Mafia Queen & Her Crimson Vows ~
episode 1
The basement was already cold, but tonight, it felt like death was on its way. Two guards flanked the steel door, standing ramrod straight, yet sweat glistened on their brows. Inside, dim lights flickered. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air.
In the center of the room sat Enzo, the traitor—gagged, wrists tied tight, one eye swollen shut from the earlier beatings. His muffled cries grew louder as the tension in the air thickened.
marco (traitor)
P-Please, Please... I made a mistake just once. Let me explain—please! Mercy! (begging and lips trembling)
No one responded. The guards didn’t look at him. They didn’t have to. She was coming. And they all knew what that meant.
Then—"CLANG".....The elevator at the end of the hallway groaned to life. A low mechanical hum began to rise. Each passing second stretched like an eternity.
marco (traitor)
Heart pounding in fear**
traitor
Trembling in fear**
Footsteps echoed as the elevator doors hissed open. She emerged from the shadows. A vision of death wrapped in elegance.
Black leather gloves slid over her fingers, every movement deliberate. Her heels struck the concrete like a metronome of judgment. A long, dark trench coat draped over her tailored suit, her blood-red blouse the only color visible—like a stain of power across her chest. Her long hair was pulled into a severe bun, face bare but breathtaking, eyes sharp enough to slit throats without a blade.
unknown
Entered the basement with a dangerous aura*
She didn’t need to speak. Her presence alone stole the air from the room.
traitor
Bowed their heads down**
gaurds
Throat dry.. bodies rigid**
gaurds
b..boss (barely audible voice)
unknown
Didn't acknowledge them and move ahead**
Her heels clicked with menace as she walked slowly toward Marco, who whimpered louder the closer she came. She stopped inches from him. Her perfume was subtle—but lethal. Sharp jasmine layered with gunpowder.
marco (traitor)
Eyes widened with terror as she took off her gloves finger by finger**
marco (traitor)
Please,...i swear..I didn’t mean to double-cross you (chocked tears rooling down)
unknown
Gestured him to keep his mouth shut*
marco (traitor)
Breathing hitched in the throat**
unknown
You think I haven’t heard this song before? Loyalty is a choice, marco...You chose greed ❄️❄️(dead calm voice)
unknown
And in my world—there are no second chances ❄️❄️(leaned closer lips brushing his ears)
unknown
Stepped back, eyes sweeping across the room**
unknown
Strip him. Tie him tighter❄️ (sat on the chair like a queen)
The guards moved immediately—reluctantly, yet swiftly. They knew what came next. She reached into her coat and pulled out her custom blade. Sleek. Silver. Engraved with an I.F. at the hilt. The sight alone made one of the guards swallow hard
unknown
Circled the traitor slowly, like a predator stalking its wounded prey**
unknown
a clean cut across marco's cheek.
marco (traitor)
Screamed behind the gag. Blood spilled.**
unknown
Another deep cut on his cheek*
marco (traitor)
Crying in pain**
unknown
Didn’t flinch. Her eyes never wavered. She was ice incarnate**
unknown
Every betrayal has a price, And I intend to make yours...unforgettable (voice like silk lazod with razor)
Screams echoed in the basement—broken, animalistic. The guards stared at the wall, not daring to look at what she was doing behind them. Because if you looked... you might never sleep again.
Minutes passed. Then silence. Blood pooled under the chair. Enzo hung limp—barely alive, but conscious enough to regret everything. She turned back to the guards, now pale as ghosts.
unknown
Look at her guards*
gaurds
Sweating and trembling**
unknown
One of you thought I wouldn’t find out. (drops the dossier on the table)
unknown
Do you think I built this empire on trust❄️❄️(walks slowly past them)
gaurds
Avoiding eye contact**
unknown
No. I built it on fear. And tonight...you’re all going to remember why.
unknown
Stops behind the man who’s been sweating the most**
traitor
Laying on the floor*
Her men drag the other traitor’s limp body out. Blood trails.
unknown
Walking towards the traitors limp body**
unknown
Smirk and exhales slowly. Straightens her coat**
unknown
Look back at others**
unknown
Anyone else want to test me tonight....Good. Get to work❄️❄️
unknown
Let them live just long enough to spread the story, Let everyone know what happens when you cross me (dominating voice)
unknown
“I don’t forgive.”
“I don’t forget.”
“And I don’t lose.”
(said in an extremely cold voice)
unknown
Walk out the basement room with her usual dangerous aura*
She slipped her gloves back on with poise, picked up her blade, and walked out the same way she came in—unbothered, untouched, and unforgettable. The basement door slammed shut behind her. The scent of fear and blood remained. And the underworld would never forget it.
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episode 2
As she entered, the entire hall rose to its feet. She was the embodiment of fearlessness—an icon of power.
The most revered among them all. People feared her as much as they admired her. She was everything they aspired to be, yet none dared draw close. Whether it was business, dominance, or control—she ruled it all.
No one had ever dared to lay eyes on her with intent.She was untouchable. First, she carried the blood of the florence family—a lineage infamous across the world for its brutality and cold-blooded legacy.
Second, her very nature was fire and steel. She despised betrayal, she refused defeat. She would do whatever it took—by hook or by crook—to claim what she wanted.
At the Florence Enterprises
The entire hall fell into a cold hush the moment her heels echoed through the corridor. A collective shiver ran down every spine. They didn’t need to see her to know—Madam had arrived
The sound of her footsteps alone commanded fear and obedience.
male/female employees
Good morning, Ma’am (chorused in unison, voices tight with anxiety)
unknown
Nods, sharp, dismissive—as she strode past with an air that said she didn’t have time for pleasantries**
male/female employees
Exhaled in relief the moment she passed, shoulders slumping with silent prayers**
Then her voice—sharp and unforgiving—cut through the silence like a blade.
unknown
Mr. Paul! (extremely cold voice)
james paul
jolted, nearly spilling the coffee in his hand**
james paul
Y-Yes, ma’am (stuttered, already pale and trembling)
unknown
Turned slightly, eyes like ice. Her tone was deadly calm**
unknown
In. My. Cabin. Now (dead calm voice)
Her gaze didn’t waver. Her voice didn’t rise. But it was enough to make Apter Bair feel like he’d been sentenced. He scurried after her without a word—knowing this wasn't going to end well.
james paul
(Turned and began walking toward her cabin, each step heavier than the last—as though gravity doubled under her gaze)
The hallway was silent, save for the soft clicking of his polished shoes and the whispers beginning to swirl behind him.
male/female employees
What did you do this time, Mr. paul? (whisper)
james paul
I didn’t do anything! She’s insane! You know I always follow her orders…(muttered in panick)
male/female employees
You’re finished, Mr. Bair. We’ll pray for your safety.
james paul
Shut up! Oh Lord, save me…
james paul
(Inhaled deeply, cursed under his breath, and continued forward—shoulders stiff, stomach twisted with dread)
james paul
May the mafia god be merciful today (whisper to himself)
james paul
(Pushed open the door and stepped in—with the kind of fear that only a queen like her could summon)
james paul
(Stood at the door—frozen, unsure whether to knock or run)
Inside, she stood facing the glass wall, city lights sprawling behind her like a conquered kingdom. Her hands were resting on the edge of the table, her posture firm… commanding. Unbothered.The silence in the room was suffocating. Even the wind outside dared not whistle.
james paul
M-Ma’am? (voice was cautious, laced with trembling respect)
unknown
Turned around slowly after a minute**
And in that moment—it felt like the very air in the room shifted.
A sharp gust seemed to cut through the silence, sweeping across the floor tiles like a warning. Cold. Ruthless. Calculated. It was as if she could command the atmosphere itself—bend it to her mood
unknown
Gaze landed on him—dark, unreadable, and utterly lethal**
unknown
Smile tugged faintly at the corner of her lips. But it wasn’t warmth it was cold**
unknown
Welcome Mr. paul (sweet voice)
Her voice was calm. Too calm. And that alone sent Apter’s stomach into knots.
james paul
(Stood frozen, every nerve in his body on edge.A cold shiver ran down his spine as he watched the woman before him)
james paul
Ma’am… I’m sorry (whispered, voice shaking)
unknown
Slowly turned, her sharp eyes pinning him to the spot**
unknown
Roll up her sleeves, revealing the elegance of control and the threat beneath it**
Isabella florence (fl)
For what? (asked in cold voice)
her voice echoes to the gigantic cabin reaching the man who was barely forcing his feet to not lose control
james paul
(clenched his fists behind his back, forcing his legs to remain still—to not crumble under the pressure of her presence)
Isabella florence (fl)
took one slow step forward, her heels clicking sharply on the marble**
Isabella florence (fl)
You apologize, Mr. Bair...but you do know what you’ve done (tone razor-sharp)
james paul
opened his mouth—but no words came**
Isabella florence (fl)
Arched a brow**
Isabella florence (fl)
Speak ❄️ (commanded)
james paul
Please, ma’am… forgive me. It must've been my fault.
james paul
Voice cracked under pressure, eyes wide, guilt dripping from every pore**
Isabella florence (fl)
Stop trembling, If you pissed yourself, I swear I’ll kick your damn ass myself (said coldly)
Isabella florence (fl)
(Voice cut sharper than any blade, laced with a terrifying calmness.)
james paul
(Face turned beet red. His throat went dry. His soul practically left his body)
Isabella florence (fl)
Let out the faintest exhale—not quite a sigh, more like restrained annoyance**
Isabella florence (fl)
Unbuttoned her coat and threw it on the chair with practiced grace**
Isabella florence (fl)
Took a slow step forward… then another**
james paul
Completely froze. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink**
Isabella florence (fl)
stopped just inches away from him, her presence suffocating, yet magnetic**
Not only was Isabella Florence a force carved out of fire and steel She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her siren eyes held storms. Her sharp nose, sculpted jawline, and perfectly poised lips were carved with elegance and danger alike. A goddess dressed in vengeance.
And yet… her beauty wasn’t what made her terrifying.It was the silence. The control.The way she could make a man feel like prey… just by looking at him
Isabella florence (fl)
You beg for forgiveness, Mr.paul . But you don't even know what sin you committed (murmured, voice like velvet soaked in venom)
Apter knew—this wasn’t just about one mistake. It was a lesson.And Isabella Florence didn’t teach with words.She taught with fear.
james paul
M-Ma’am.... (voice was a whisper of dread, eyes flicking to the floor, unable to meet her gaze)
Isabella florence (fl)
Took one cold step forward*
Isabella florence (fl)
If you weren’t my father’s best friend’s son…I would’ve put a bullet between your eyes for what you did
james paul
Apter's eyes dropped. Shame. Fear. Silence**
Isabella florence (fl)
(Tilted her head slightly, watching him—like a queen deciding whether to spare or devour)
Isabella florence (fl)
You don’t get a second chance with me, james. You get a warning. Just one. Next time, not even your father’s ghost can save you (whispered, stepping even closer)
james paul
Nodded stiffly, still unable to speak**
Isabella florence (fl)
Simply turned away, the hem of her coat slicing through the air like the last word in a death sentence**
james paul
Forgive me, Ma’am… Please (fell to his knees, desperation in his eyes)
Isabella florence (fl)
Didn’t blink ,arms crossed, gaze cold and sharp as a blade**
Isabella florence (fl)
You’ll work overtime for six months Including weekends. No breaks. No complaints (cold commanding tone)
james paul
Wh...what (eyes widened)
Isabella florence (fl)
Leave. (voice was flat. Final)
Isabella florence (fl)
LEAVE! (thundered, her scream echoing off the walls like a gunshot)
Without another word, Apter scrambled to his feet and rushed out, his face burning with shame. He didn’t dare look back. Behind the thick doors, Isabella stood like a statue carved of fire and fury—unshaken, untouched, unstoppable.
episode 3
The tension in the air wasn’t just still it was alive. Isabella didn’t look up from the file in her hands as the glass door to her office opened without a knock. She didn’t need to.
Only two people in her world dared walk into her office unannounced.
And Isabella already knew which one it was. a walking contradiction of silk and poison in stilettos—Christina Riccardiar.
Isabella florence (fl)
It’s not good manners to enter someone’s office without knocking, Christina (said dryly, still staring at the file in her hand, flipping through it with calm precision)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
(Smirk widened as she shut the door behind her with a dramatic swing and strutted in like she owned the place)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Oh, sweetheart, it’s still better than your so-called loyal bodyguard who barges in even if you’re fucking a guy on the desk (purred, plopping onto the chair across from Isabella)
Isabella florence (fl)
Eyes lifted sharply and passed a deadly glare**
Isabella florence (fl)
Watch your mouth (warned, her voice now a thread of steel)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Oooh, did I strike a nerve or The mighty queen doesn’t like the F-word now (dramatically placed a hand on her chest)
Isabella florence (fl)
You’re disgusting.
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Thank you (winked)
Isabella florence (fl)
Slammed the file shut and folded her arms**
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Where’s your precious bodyguard anyway? Shouldn’t he be breathing down my neck by now (sipped and turned to her with a raised brow)
Isabella florence (fl)
I sent him out to do something useful..."For once" (snapped)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Ugh....He must be dying inside. Probably pacing somewhere, sulking and ready to murder whoever dared to take him away from your shadow (slumped dramatically)
Isabella florence (fl)
You didn’t come here to taunt him Get to the point ❄️
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
(Shrugged and sat on the edge of the desk, one leg crossed over the other. Her expression shifted just slightly—from her smirk turning playful but purposeful)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Fine, fine. I come bearing news from your castle.
Isabella florence (fl)
Which one ❄️
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
The one where your parents rule like mafia royalty and send me as their messenger-slash-blackmail courier....Uncle William wants you home.
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Folded one leg over the other, toying with the gold ring on her finger**
Isabella florence (fl)
Groaned, flopping back in her chair with a dramatic sigh**
Isabella florence (fl)
What now? Did the old man finally run out of cigars and needs me to smuggle him Cuban specials from Russia?
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Not quite.
Isabella florence (fl)
Then what? Another lecture on being more ‘approachable’? Or maybe he wants to teach me to smile without scaring the boardroom?
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
He wants a heir (said bluntly, watching Isabella’s reaction like one watches fireworks)
Isabella florence (fl)
A what? (head tilted slightly, brow raised)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
You heard me
Isabella florence (fl)
He wants sex at this age? (said with a disgusted expression)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Snorted, nearly choking on her laugh**
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
No, He wants you to have sex. And preferably with someone who can give him a cute grand-mafia-baby to bounce on his lap His heir. The next Florence ruler.
Isabella florence (fl)
Blinked slowly, a long silence stretching between them before she muttered**
Isabella florence (fl)
He wants me to produce a baby like I’m a vending machine for mafia successors now
Isabella florence (fl)
I swear to god If he thinks I’m going to parade myself for a sperm donor like some breeding contract (stood up, fuming in anger)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Yup. Aunt Anne’s been sulking and sighing around the house for the past week. Dramatically looking out windows, whispering, Our daughter will be left alone if she stays heartless.
And you’ve been dodging her for three weeks (mimics anne while dramatically putting hand on her chest)
Isabella florence (fl)
Because she gets emotional and starts talking about grandbabies like it’s a damn floral nursery commercial (muttered darkly)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Leaned back with a smug smile**
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Well, the consequences of ignoring her have arrived.
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Relax. I’m just quoting (raised a hand, unfazed)
Isabella florence (fl)
Quoting what ❄️
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Cleared her throat dramatically**
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
“If Isabella does not come home tonight, and if she continues this reckless disobedience, I will withdraw the position and business I gifted her. If that little storm thinks she hurts my wife like this I swear I’m going to transfer her business position to Anne and let her run the mafia for a week.
—william florence, quoted word-for-word
Isabella florence (fl)
Chest rose and fell, fuming in anger**
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
He’s not bluffing this time, Isa. He looked... tired. And serious. Like... endgame serious
Isabella florence (fl)
The man’s lost his damn mind (jaw clenched)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
He’s a whipped husband. What did you expect? (grins)
Isabella florence (fl)
He’s going to give away my empire to pacify his wife’s feelings? My blood, sweat, bullets and buried bodies
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Yes....Because your mother pouted. And you know uncle William can’t stand her being upset (laughed)
Isabella florence (fl)
Unbelievable. All that rage and fearsome reputation and he’s ready to dismantle an empire just to stop her from crying.
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
You thought he was nicknamed ‘The Ripper’ for his temper? It’s because he rips rules apart when aunt Anne asks him sweetly enough.
Isabella florence (fl)
Rolled her eyes again, though amusement was battling with exasperation.**
Isabella florence (fl)
Disgrace to the mafia ❄️
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Romantic legend, And frankly, a warning to you. Avoiding Aunt Anne has consequences. Now get your ass home before she actually does take over the logistics department.
Isabella florence (fl)
You just want to see Nick get assigned diaper duty when I eventually have that heir
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Admit it, You’d love to watch him panic over baby spit and bottles (said smirking)
Isabella florence (fl)
The day I carry a child is the day the underworld freezes over.
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Careful, Fate loves irony (smirk)
Isabella florence (fl)
I swear I’ll make dad sleep in the garage tonight.(let her head fall back with a sigh)
christiana Ricciardir (fl bff)
Sure. But not before Aunt Anne has made him write poetry under candlelight and kiss her feet.
They both laughed, the office filling with the rare sound of two queens in their chaotic, bulletproof friendship
Isabella’s best friend and confidante, Christina Ricciardiar is the definition of sweet poison—an angelic face masking a devil’s soul. Orphaned young after her parents died in a mysterious accident her father was the best friend of william he was a loyal underboss working under william, she was raised by William and Anne Florence as their own. Christina is fiercely loyal to Isabella, a sharp strategist, and seductive in the most dangerous ways. Everyone wants to taste her, but none survive her sting. Her presence is calm, her mind deadly.
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