“Is everyone here?” I asked, inspecting the line of armed men before me.
“Yes, ma’am,” Julio responded.
I nodded, then grabbed two Glocks—and without warning, I bashed Julio’s head and shot dead anyone who dared reach for their weapon.
“Signora?” Julio gasped, no longer hiding the hatred in his eyes.
If I could’ve breathed fire, I would’ve incinerated him on the spot.
“Is there anyone else who wants to defy me?” I shouted, pressing a gun to Julio’s head. “Speak now, and I’ll do you the honor of sending you to your grave!”
Silence fell over the estate. No one moved a muscle.
I scoffed, looking down at the trembling fools. “You idiots must’ve thought I’d gone soft. But did you forget who I am?” I kicked Julio hard in the gut, watching him writhe in pain. “Tell me, Julio, who am I? What do they call me?”
“B-Bloody Mary,” he stammered, glaring up at me with eyes full of hate.
“That’s right, you bastard. I'm Bloody fucking Mary!” I let out a crazed laugh and shot him in the leg. His scream echoed through the halls.
“You didn’t think you’d betray me and walk away unscathed, did you?” I crouched down, lifting his chin with the barrel of my gun. “How long did you think you could keep this from me?”