Devil Woman DeGrassi

'Get that fucking bitch out here, now!' Ivano's harsh bellowing could be heard echoing throughout the halls of the DeGrassi mansion. Stationed guards could be seen wincing and twitching as their training told them they should be following the dangerous man's orders.

But today, things had changed.

She walked casually down the hall, her soft curves accentuated by her knee length sheathe dress of finest red silk, her red stiletto heels clicking on the tile floor. Lustrous black hair fell in soft waves down to her narrow waist, and her amethyst eyes sparkled through long, thick lashes. Her luscious bow shaped mouth curved in a sexy smile as she nodded to the guards who swallowed hard in her wake. In her left hand she carried a pair of red leather gloves.

Today, Delilah DeGrassi was making her move, and the mansion held its collective breath.

She had planned carefully. The bulk of the family and their soldiers had been sent to defend an important warehouse down by the docks which was currently under attack by the Russian Bratva. That was the leaked detail she had been waiting for, which had been provided by Alexandra, a spy Delilah had planted over a year ago in Vladimir's home.

Their attack would directly coincide with what would happen at this house on the same day and give credence to the lie that this was all part of the Russian's plans. None of the usual guards were at the house currently. Only her own loyal guards were on duty today, which meant it was finally time to begin.

Some of her men, dressed as Bratva, were holding the rest of the staff at gunpoint in the backyard. They had identified four spies planted by other families, and those would be shot in front of their loyal staff to add realism. They had been ordered to leave when the fire began.

Delilah entered the elaborate dining room and gazed with narrowed eyes at the man who gave her life. The man she was supposed to respect. Her father, Ivano DeGrassi. Current Don of the Italian Mafia. He was tightly tied to one of the expensive high-backed dining chairs he had been so proud of and screaming obscenities in Italian.

A tall and stunning caramel skinned black woman with a high, slick ponytail that fell to her shoulders sat nearby. Her legs were draped casually over the arm of her chair, crossed as if she hadn't a care in the world. She wore a skintight black bodysuit and black stilettos with gold tips. An array of knives were held in a specialty belt and rode gently on her sexy hips. She calmly filed her long blood red nails and did not seem to be the least bit disturbed by the blustering red-faced man currently shouting right beside her.

'Language, Papa.' Delilah admonished from the doorway in her distinctly soft feminine voice.

'Get these fucking ropes off me and knock your shit off you fucking slut!' Ivano barked, his dark eyes glaring at his traitorous daughter.

Delilah fully entered the room and casually began pulling on the gloves she had brought with her. Her lovely face frowned at his choice of words, and her striking violet eyes glared their hatred at the crude man she had grown to hate.

'Well, you were the one who wanted to make me a slut, weren't you, Papa?' She asked, a slow grin lifting her lips.

'Arranged marriages happen all the time in our world, so what are you bitching about?' Ivano gritted out as he struggled against the ropes that held him.

Delilah laughed. A beautiful sound under normal circumstances but frightening to the man held helpless in front of her, 'I had a properly arranged fiancé, Papa. One I wholeheartedly agreed to. You burned the contract when his father died, because you thought their family would lose power. Only, they didn't. The Vincentes are now one of the strongest amongst the families. As usual, you were wrong. Then, you pretended you arranged a new marriage and sold me as a slave to Mikael Kalashov.' She frowned and shook her gorgeous head in disapproval, 'Such a coward. You couldn't even arrange a proper marriage with the Russians because your dick got soft just thinking about them. Didn't it?'

Ivano's face turned beet red, and he growled, 'What the fuck do you know?! I was doing what was best for the family...'

'You did nothing but humiliate the family with your little 'deal'!' Delilah shouted, her beautiful face twisting in disgust. 'To sell out your own family member to the enemy as a whore instead of following proper channels and arranging an approved marriage did nothing but lose face for our family, you worthless fuck! The family gained nothing! I was humiliated for nothing! So don't give me that 'doing it for the family' crap, Papa. You did it because you're a chickenshit bastard and a petty little man with mommy issues.'

Ivano finally shut up. This woman in front of him was not the easily manipulated little girl he'd raised. She was not the girl he'd forced to take etiquette classes, piano classes, and classical dance to mould her into the perfect wife for the perfect alliance. There was an aura about her now. One he had felt often in his line of work.

This woman was death.

For the first time since she entered the room, Ivano was actually afraid, 'The other families weren't supposed to find out about the, um, arrangement.' He conceded as his eyes darted up into the cold eyes of his daughter.

'Did you really think the Russians would keep something like that to themselves? They got one over on the DeGrassis, thanks to you! Which family wouldn't brag about something like that, you sniveling sack?' She roared in humiliation and anger.

Ivano began to shake, and his face paled. Delilah noticed, and her insides shivered with anticipation. She was so excited it almost made her wet.

'Sasha,' Delilah smiled genuinely at the lounging lady who stopped filing her nails and glanced up at her with a smile and a nod, 'would you be so kind as to bring me my clutch? I seem to have left it on the buffet when we were setting up earlier.'

'Of course, Miss DeGrassi.' The svelte woman answered as she unfolded gracefully from the chair and made her way to the red clutch sitting on the large buffet behind her. Once it was in her hand, she threw it with deadly precision to her boss, and Delilah reached out her manicured hand and grabbed it from the air without once looking away from Ivano.

'Thank you, Sasha.' Delilah nodded her appreciation and Sasha returned to lounging in the chair. Only this time, her dark obsidian eyes remained locked on Ivano's shivering form.

Ivano swallowed and attempted to reason with her, 'What are you going to do, Delilah? I'm your Papa. Our world doesn't accept ascension by fratricide, especially by a woman. Just let me go and we can straighten everything out. We'll pretend this never happened, and that you just had a tantrum or...'

Delilah sighed, 'Even when you beg you denigrate women.' She leaned in close to his sweaty face and sneered, 'After you sold me, Mikael offered to take me out for dinner. Did you know that, Papa? He took me to a lovely restaurant that he said you recommended, and then he dropped a drug in my drink. I woke up tied to his bed and was brutally raped over and over, Papa, and Mikael told me all about how you sold me to him. He laughed about it as he took me. He laughed at how you sold your only legitimate child to his family for a measly million dollars. He said it was worth it to humiliate the DeGrassi family. I only escaped his bedroom after he passed out and one of our own spies in the house, a maid, a woman, helped me at great risk to herself. You didn't even try to rescue me. I was seventeen, Papa. Still just a girl.'

Ivano paled, and his eyes dropped to the floor, 'I didn't know it would be like that.' He whined.

She laughed at his obvious lie, 'Of course you did, Papa! Women mean nothing to men like you. We're all just sluts. You knew exactly what he intended to do to me, and you not only gave him permission, but you also accepted his money like a pimp. A pimp for your own daughter. He bragged all about it. Mikael wanted me, but his father didn't want him to marry into our family. You were terrified of the Russians, so you caved and gave him exactly what he wanted.' Delilah raged. 'Not only did you humiliate me, but you humiliated the entire DeGrassi line!'

'Mi dispiace, tesorino.' Ivano whispered, 'I made a horrible mistake. A bad choice...'

Delilah leaned in close and whispered back, 'Sorry doesn't cut it, Papa.' She smiled as she toyed with the clutch in her hands ready to ramp up the fear in her father's eyes.

'After I escaped, I was taken to one of our safehouses and, lucky for me, Sasha was training there at the time. With a little persuasion, and a lot of throwing your name around, I began training with her. That's where I've been for the three years you never bothered looking for me.' Delilah leaned into the shivering face of her father and smiled, her eyes dark, 'The little girl you trained to be a toy poodle turned out to be a wolf, Papa. I can kill you in hundreds of ways now...and I have in my dreams.'

She reached into the red clutch and took out her prized .38 Special that Sasha had given her the day she completed her weapons training. Without blinking, she unloaded one shot in each arm, and then one in each leg enjoying his screams and whimpers.

'That should render him basically helpless.' She said lightly with a smile to Sasha. She yelled out the door as she dropped the gun in her clutch to clean and load later, 'Marco, Rafael, get in here and string him up by his feet for me, please. Keep his torso at the height of my waist.'

The two burly men who had been standing outside the dining room doors hastened to obey her orders, their faces pale as they glanced at the devil woman that looked like the sweet Delilah they knew. In just a few minutes they had the screaming Ivano dangling at Delilah's waist level from a rope attached to the rafters high above. Then, they once again took up their positions at the dining room doorway.

She watched without a shred of emotion as the blood leaked from his wounds. After a few minutes, she softly spoke into his reddened ear, 'You once told me that if I didn't have skin in the game, then I wasn't worthy to be a DeGrassi.'

Her smile was wicked as she raised the hem of her dress and pulled the switchblade from its hidden sheath, 'I'm going to be a proper daughter, and make sure that you are finally worthy to be a DeGrassi. I'm going to help you put your skin in the game. Isn't that wonderful? I can finally show off my skills for you. I excelled at torture. I'll make you proud, Papa.'

She patted his inverted face lightly, 'You're welcome.'

Then she began slowly carving the skin from his chest and back, ignoring his gut wrenching screams. She spent two hours carving him carefully, and when she was through, she stood back and surveyed her handiwork.

Ivano DeGrassi was a complete mess. A worthless lump of meat that no one would ever have the stomach to eat. She had been careful, and he was still alive, barely. He wouldn't last long after the blood loss and shock, though.

She pointed at the pile of bloody skin she'd gathered and proudly declared, 'There, Papa. As promised, now your skin is in the game. So, when you go to Hell, you can tell them that at the very end of your miserable, cowardly life you were finally worthy to be a DeGrassi.'

Ivano shuddered one last time, and she smiled widely as he took his last breath. There was no sense of loss at losing the last of her close family. Only relief that he could never hurt her again.

'God! That felt SO good!' She clapped her hands and grinned at her underboss, Sasha.

Sasha shook her head and pointed at her with a wrinkled face, 'You need a shower, madam.'

Delilah glanced down at her bloodstained clothes and skin, but her smile never faded, 'Worth it. Totally worth it.' She laughed, feeling giddy. 'But you're right. I'm a mess. Have Marco and Rafael put my father in an overly expensive coffin after his burnt corpse is recovered. Since Clarise took care of everything and made sure 'he' willed all of his properties, overseas accounts, and legit businesses to me, the least I can do is give him a grand funeral, right?'

She sighed as she glanced around the ornate dining room.

'I can't wait to burn it all.' Her eyes hardened as she looked back at her underboss, 'Have the Russian bodies been staged properly? They'll need to be burned with the house if the other families are to buy into an attack from Vladimir and his Bratva.'

Sasha nodded as she set a bowl on the table and filled it with rubbing alcohol she'd stashed in the buffet, her face serious this time, 'It would be best if the other families saw an injured and grieving daughter despite the rumors that will inevitably get out as to the true manner of his death. As gruesome as you made it, they will not be inclined to believe the well-trained princess of the DeGrassi family could be that vicious. Your reputation as a lady of refinement, the attack on the warehouse, and the dead Russians should raise enough questions about who really did it, and who might have tried to pin it on you, to keep the wolves at bay. At least until you're ready to take off the gloves and show them what you're really made of.'

Delilah picked up her knife from the table and dropped it in the bowl in preparation to clean it. Then, she took the bloody gloves off and casually threw them on the pile of skin that lay in a grotesque heap on the table.

Sasha quietly donned a pair of nitrile gloves and began scrubbing the knife carefully for her boss using a nail brush. Delilah nodded and gave her a soft smile of thanks in return. She was usually very careful with her weapons, and insisted on maintaining them herself, but she had complete trust in Sasha.

'That's the end of DeGrassi control over the Italian Mafia. With me refusing to take the mantle, and my half-brother dead after trying to avenge me against Mikael, the infighting between the cousins and uncles should keep them busy while we get our own name established. It's going to be a rough couple of years, Sasha. Women don't usually run families let alone start them.' Delilah sighed as she considered what she was up against.

Sasha grinned as she kept cleaning the knife, 'You know they're going to underestimate you. They won't stand a chance, Boss.'

'True. They won't.' Delilah agreed with a wave of her fingers as she headed straight for the shower in the Master Bedroom.