~Mafia Queen & Her Crimson Vows ~
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.
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