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The rain poured from the sky, if I didn't know better I'd say it was mourning him but I knew my late husband Alberto Guerra was not someone who deserved to be mourned even in the slightest. His bad attitude overshadowed his good attributes, I would forever be thankful to him , he saved me from the streets and polished me up to become the Donna of the Italian mafia but I would forever hate him for throwing it back in my face every minute of everyday how I should kiss the very ground he set foot on, the condescending bastard, I played the part of the grieving wife occasionally dabbing my eyes with my white handkerchief while forcing out a few Teardrops from my eyes but I had no regrets at all as I put a bullet in Alberto head, he should have thought about it twice before he decided to traffic women and children.
I turned to his mother bawling her eyes to the man who would have sold her to the highest bidder, yet she mourned him, I looked at Matamorose my right hand telling him with my eyes to hurry up this event, a monster like Alberto didn't even deserve this grandiose event nor even flowers. Matamorose nodded and whispered something to the priests ears and made him pale. The procession started while I reminisced how much I loved seeing him wrench with fear and pain, I loved seeing life drain from his eyes. I loved seeing the blood come out from his torso, I enjoyed hearing him plead begging for his life before I split his head into two with my favourite ruger revolver. I let out a small manical laugh as I remembered how I led everyone to believe that our rivals had killed him, in a way I killed two birds with one stone. I recieved condolences from man and woman who wanted to be in my good graces now that I was Don, now I wasn't the second most powerful person in the Italian mafia, I wasn't the Donna who always had to calm her husband nor run after him like a headless chicken now I was the beast, the badest female Don.
Matamorose opened the door of my black Mercedes jeep and I hopped on taking off my black blazer jacket.
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"Don" i removed my gun from my holster and pointed it to the voice that startled me apparently it was my wacky sister Amara, I smiled as I lowered the gun "One of these days you're actually going kill me." I smiled as I gave her a small hug, 'I know other dons aren't as nice as this to their underboss" "True, but you're my sister" she gave me a small smile. We sat in silence as we drove to the house.
