Silence…..
Not the peaceful kind. The wrong kind.
Heavy. Thick. Suffocating.
The kind that makes your skin crawl before you even understand what is happening.
Sanita stood at the entrance of the mansion, with the melting ice-cream on her hands. The vanilla flavour filled the air but so out of place it almost felt like it was a joke.
Something was seriously wrong.
She decided to say a name, she knows will definitely answer her no matter what.
"Papa?" she yelled.
Silence.
It was the first warning.
Then that smell, Metallic, Sharp and so Familiar.
Blood.
The melted ice cream instantly fell off her hands,she hurried her footsteps deeply inside the mansion and she stopped.
Trying to see if any noise is coming from any corner of the four walls. But None, Just the Blood scent
And she ran towards the sitting room and her world stopped.
Bodies.
Two guards lay near the entrance of the sitting rooms, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing.
The other guards who needs to be at the entrance of the mansions were laying lifeless near one body
One person she never thought would die through bullets everywhere on his bodies.
Her Father.
The most feared man in the Russian underworld. The man no one dared or thought about touching.
Lying still.
Unmoving.
Dead.
"No!" She shouted and closed her eyes praying that this is only a dream.
Her legs moved before her mind could stop them. She dropped to her knees her dearest father, hands trembling as they hovered over his body, too scared to touch and too desperate not too.
"Papa?" She called questioning, if maybe he can hear.
But nothing.
No life was init.
Her chest tightened as something inside her shattered completely. This wasn't real, this is not normal
"Who did this??" She questioned in low voice
Footsteps approached behind her.
She didn't turn.
She didn't need to.
Her uncle's voice came, low and tense.
"There was no warning," he said. "No struggle. It was clean and professional."
Her fingers curled into her father's shirt, gripping it tightly as if she could pull him back to life.
"Say the name!" she demanded, her voice suddenly cold.
A pause.
"…The Italian Don?." The words dropped like a bullet.
Silence followed, she didn't even question why her uncle answered it as if he wasn't sure but for her it is them.
Italians were never liked by Russians and they are one of their big enemy, The Italians had killed one of her loved one again destroying her family again but she's no more a small child as she was before
Inside her, the grief didn't disappear. It was twisted.
Hardened.
Became something else.
Her eyes, once soft and full of life
Turned empty and dangerous
"They crossed into our territory?" she said quietly questioning.
No one responded.
"They killed him?."
Still nothing.
A slow, terrifying calm settled over her.
"Then, Vengeance is coming and it will break. They will not see it coming AT ALL."
She stood up.
And in that same moment Sanita was gone.
The daughter who laughed even when her dad wasn't soft on her, a girl who craved ice cream at midnight as if it was a pregnancy craving and who was always positive.
But now she is Gone.
She stood up, turn and somebody came crushing on her crying
She embraced him and say
"Brother, I will REVENGE Papa, They are not even Ready"
Silence as she look into Nothing
"I will Burn Them….DOWN!"
She detached herself from her brother and looked at him, wiped his tears and say
"We Bury Him tonight, No need of Ceremony" she said and start
"But Dad is a Don….He needs a ceremony" Tessa said while sobbing
She turned and looked at her brother and Uncle "Well He's no more the Don, I am. And what i say stands" she stared at them again "We can have a private ceremony with, i guess we are the only one who loved him anyway"
She said and left.
Preparing for the way she will make the Italian to beg for forgiveness until there's no mercy to beg for
Because this time, She's not letting go
Someone must Perish and It certainly will not be Her.