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"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you fucking drunk?" He asked angrily, keeping his voice low.

"I'm not drunk" I shrugged, "Look, I need you to pretend like you don't know me and don't question."

He scoffed, "Why?"

"What did I say about questioning?" I raised my brows.

"I don't take orders, White." He replied, standing up, "I fucking give them."

"I know" I took a step away from him, "I promise I'll do anything you tell me to do in the upcoming week."

I can't believe I've actually said that.

He tilted his head to the side. "Are you serious?"

"Dead" I replied seriously, "I promise."

"You'll do whatever I say without asking questions. You'll follow my orders...and call me Don." He smirked.

"I'll follow all your orders and call you...Don for only a week. Do we have a deal?"

He thought for a while before nodding with a smirk, "Fine then. You promised. Break it and I'll have your head."

"I'll gladly give it to you if I break it. No questions alright?" I asked and he nodded, "So I just have to pretend like we don't know each other?"

I do know you but you don't know me.

"Yes" I replied before taking his hand in mine, "we are going to have a threesome with a guy."

"Wait what? That wasn't part of the deal." He replied without taking his hand away from mine.

"Now it is." I rolled my eyes, "We aren't actually going to do that! Just follow my lead."

He nodded then we began walking towards Paul. He smirked when he saw Enzo. He extended his hand forward for Enzo to shake which he did.

"I'm Paul." He introduced, running his thumb over Enzo's hand, "Nice to meet you, handsome."

Enzo only nodded in response as he quickly took his hand away from Paul.  I quickly intervened, "So...the room...?"

He seemed confused for a while before his brows furrowed in realization, "Ah yes! Follow me."

He then began walking with Enzo and I following behind. Enzo glanced at me weirdly without saying anything. I know what he must be thinking; What's going on in that shitty head of hers?

**

Once we were in the room, Paul locked the door and turned off all the cameras before undressing himself. He was left with only his boxers on as he approached Enzo slowly, biting his lips slowly.

Enzo's hands were near to his gun. He was about to pull it out when I quickly placed my hand over his and stopped him.

"Don't" I whispered. He was reluctant to stay still but he did, nonetheless. Paul had no idea what was happening.

"So, Paul...Before we start out stuff.. How about some wine?" I asked, walking towards the small bar.

"Why not?!" Paul grinned in excitement. He must be thinking that he's going to have the most exciting night of his useless existence. Little does he know how wrong he is.

I poured three glasses of wine before handing one to Enzo and another one to Paul then grabbed mine before bringing it to my lips.

Paul was watching mine's and Enzo's every single movement. He kept on caressing his dick through his boxer every now and then which was extremely cringe and disgusting.

After finishing our drink, Paul jumped on the bed and patted his hands;  one on the right side and the other one on the left side. "Come on in babes. Join me after stripping, of course."

"Not so fast." I replied with a smirk before my hands reached my gun. I removed it and pointed it to Paul before shooting him in his right knee.

"What the fuck?!" Paul shouted as his hands reached down to his knees. He was trying to stop the bleeding which was unsuccessful, obviously.

Enzo was beside me. He wasn't stopping me nor intervening. He was quietly watching everything without doing anything; without asking questions.

"Can you go outside and stand in front of the door. I'll come out when I'm done." I said to Enzo and weirdly, he nodded and left without saying a word. That man sure knows how to respect a deal.

"Help!! Somebody help!!" Paul screamed, making me chuckle as I shake my head. "You made sure that this door is soundproof. You forgot? Have you forgotten what you did four years ago, too?"

He stared at me in confusion before realization hit him. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"Does the name 'Romano' ring a bell?"I asked again before putting a bullet in his right knee. He screamed again "Stop!!"

"Why? Did you stop when she begged you to stop?" I asked, my voice coming out louder than I expected, "Did you fucking stop?"

He flinched, tears streaming down his face and blood streaming from his knees.

"N-no" he stuttered, "I d-didn-'t."

"You held her while he was raping her." I spoke, my voice emotionless, "You held her with those hands, right?"

I shot both his right and left arms before removing my knife from my boots. It was a bigger, sharper and larger knife- one of my favorites. I walked towards Paul and cut his hands off, one by one;  blood splashing on me and across the room while he screamed in pain, begged to be spared and cried. My mother did all those things too. Logan, Lewis and David's death were much more easier and quick because they only stood there without doing anything but Paul? He was one of the men who was holding my mother still while Vladimir was raping her.

"You stood with those legs didn't you?" I asked before moving to his legs. After cutting both his legs off, I then moved to his ears, "You heard her screams. And for the record, I'm Azalea Romano. Just so you know who killed you."

I watched as his eyes widened and cut his ears off. He was barely breathing by the time I was done. I slit his throat slowly and watched him die before leaving the room as it was.

Enzo stared at me from top to bottom. I was covered in blood.

"Let's go." I said with a smile. He opened the door and took a look inside. He didn't say anything as he closed the door.

He didn't look disgusted nor scared. He was neutral—after all, he is the mafia king. I'm sure he did all those things before.