~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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Mr marath
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2025-06-26
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