Alia stepped even closer, setting her gold-engraved Mafia Godmother cane aside for a moment. Her freezing, suffocating presence seemed to turn the air in the room to ice, while her bodyguards stood completely silent in the heavy, menacing stillness.
Walking right up to the trembling rival gang boss, Alia reached out and gripped his tie and collar tightly in her fist. Pulling him violently toward her, she whispered in a low, vicious, and lethal tone:
"Push me just a little bit further, and I'll sever your head straight from your body in a single second, do you understand? You already know how unhinged I can get once my psycho side takes over if I lose my temper, not a single soul in this room will walk out alive!"
A cold, suffocating shadow of death descended right before the man's eyes. Alia's grip on his tie tightened so fiercely that his breath hitched, bringing him to the verge of suffocation. The air in the room grew heavy with a bizarre, paralyzing blend of terror and intense suspense. Bringing her face dangerously close to his, maintaining that same chilling, demonic smile, Alia began to whisper in a low, venomous tone:
"Did you really think you could carve out a little kingdom of your own by seizing a tiny corner of this city? Did you honestly believe you could slip past the gaze of the Petrov empire and get away with it? How utterly foolish can you be! You dared to challenge a name that makes even the most powerful mafia dons tremble in their boots, acting like some pathetic, insignificant nobody. Your audacity genuinely makes me laugh... and part of me almost pities you. But the problem is, I never possessed a heart capable of showing pity.
This empire of mine was forged in blood and soaked in sweat. Whoever dares to step foot here without permission well, perhaps the whispers within your little gang failed to properly teach you what happens to them. Today, I'll personally teach you that lesson in excruciating detail. Did you really think begging for forgiveness would let you off the hook? Do you think dropping to your knees and shedding tears could ever melt the ice in the veins of the Queen of the Petrov empire? What a profoundly delusional world you live in! The word 'mercy' does not exist anywhere in my dictionary; there is only 'punishment' and 'annihilation.'
I am going to hunt down every single member of your gang. The ones who backed you up in this sheer stupidity I will break their bones and hang them high along the streets of this commercial zone, ensuring that no one ever dares to cast even a shadow over the Petrov name again. Let these four walls witness your trembling today, and let my eyes witness it too eyes that are about to watch the very final scene of your life.
My bodyguards are guarding the outside, and right here inside, it's just you and me suspended in this exact moment. Can you smell the scent of death yet? That shadow trembling against the wall over there won't exist much longer. Soon, there will be nothing left except a bloody piece of history that strikes deep, everlasting terror into the hearts of every criminal in this city.
You know exactly what I'm like. Once my temper flares up, I stop being human and turn straight into a monster. At that point, it doesn't matter who is crying, who is joining their hands in prayer, or who has a family waiting at home none of that means a single thing to me anymore. That is when pure destruction takes over, a festival of bloodshed! And tonight, I'm going to make you taste that very slice of hell.
Tell me, do you have any final wishes left? Any last words? If you do, spit them out quickly, because the ticking of your clock has run out. Hesitate for even one more second, and I'll paint these marble floors red with your blood. Speak, what is your final word?"
Completely shattered by absolute terror, the rival gang boss broke down entirely. Sinking to the floor, he collapsed right at Alia's feet, his face soaked in a messy mixture of tears and sweat. Clutching desperately at her expensive leather boots, he wept uncontrollably, sobbing in a choked, ragged voice:
"Your Majesty... please forgive me! Don't kill me! I made a huge mistake, I am begging at your feet... I have a small family, a wife and children... please, have mercy and spare my life!"
Not a single flicker of emotion or softness crossed Alia's face. She stared down at the groveling man with a gaze as cold and unforgiving as stone. Letting go of his collar, she stepped back slightly. Lifting her gold-engraved Mafia Godmother cane back into her hand, she pointed the tip right above his head and replied in a harsh, utterly indifferent tone:
"Did you remember your wife and children before you planned to seize this territory? When you were scheming to shed other people's blood, you should have remembered what it feels like to cry. Today, your tears are nothing more than meaningless noise to me."
As both Rohan and the groveling rival gang boss realized there seemed to be no ordinary escape from the jaws of death, Alia lifted the tip of her cane slightly, her voice cutting through the tense air with a cold, enigmatic ring.
Maintaining that ruthless smirk, she spoke in a calm yet authoritative tone, "I can let you go, Rohan... and I can even spare this fool of a man. But there is one major condition for both of you. If you can fulfill that demand, only then will you get your ticket to walk out of this hell alive. Otherwise, it won't take me a single second to paint this floor with your blood."
Kneeling on the floor, Rohan wept aloud and blurted out, "Ma'am! Any condition! We will accept whatever you command without hesitation! Just please, spare our lives!"
Stepping a bit closer, Alia used the tip of her gold-engraved cane to gently lift Rohan's chin, laying down her harsh condition in a chilling whisper:
"The condition is very simple," Alia began in her cold, heavy voice. "Starting today, this entire commercial zone will remain under the absolute control of the Petrov empire. But I won't let either of you die instead, I will keep you both in charge of the direct operations and smuggling networks of this zone. However, there is only one condition: ninety percent of all business profits from this area must be deposited directly into the Petrov empire's treasury every single month. If there is even a single slip-up, or the slightest attempt to betray my trust forget about just your head or this fool's head, not a single soul from your entire bloodline will be left alive in this city.
Now tell me, are you both willing to accept this condition, or shall I paint this floor with your blood right this second?"
Both the kneeling rival gang boss and Rohan shook with terror as they bowed their heads simultaneously, sobbing out their compliance, "We agree, Your Majesty! We accept all your conditions without a single objection! Not a single detail will ever be out of place, I swear on you!"
A triumphant yet chilling smirk curved across Alia's lips. She struck her gold-engraved Mafia Godmother cane hard against the floor, creating a sharp sound that echoed throughout the entire room.
In an intensely indifferent and commanding tone, she issued her final decree: "Very well, then the deal is sealed. The first quota must reach the Petrov empire's treasury by tomorrow morning. And starting today, not even a leaf will move in this zone without my direct orders. Now, get out of my sight!"
The bodyguards parted instantly, and trembling with the sheer relief of having survived, the two men scrambled away from the room.