Aria’s POV
Aria’s POV
I knew Maximo asked me to get close to the Black Widow because he didn’t think I could complete the task on my own.
I was probably still expendable to him, but if I couldn’t get the job done, he would find a way.
Probably thought if I got hit by the sniper by accident, no great loss.
He either gets rid of the Black Widow, or me.
But what he doesn’t know is I have my own reasons for going after that sick bitch.
Lorenzo and I had been tracking her for a while.
I knew something was going to need to be done sooner than later because the psycho cunt had eyes on my brother, Nino.
I was actually surprised Maximo didn’t know that Nino was the current target.
Even though she was much older than Nino, that wouldn’t stop her from trying to weasel her way in, then take him out.
By doing that, she would weaken my family’s influence as the Enforcers, and be in a position to harm Maximo’s clan more.
It was not my clan, regardless of our marital status, but I was amused that he slipped and referred to it as ours.
I had accepted the task, leaving my darling, deluded husband thinking that I was just doing it because I was crazy.
After killing his whore mistress on our wedding night, not to mention the rumors of me injuring at least two other of his women for trying to cross lines with me, I had gained a reputation as the crazy wife.
Honestly, I could be called worse things.
I was actually honored with the title. Lorenzo loved to tease me with it as often as he could.
The asshole. He’s lucky I love him the most.
Maximo wanted me to get close to the Black Widow so he could have a sniper take her down, but what he doesn’t know is, if I’m getting that close to the crazy bitch, I will be the one taking her out. I plan to let her know I knew about my brother being her target before I slit her throat.
I pulled Lorenzo in on my plan. Over the next two weeks, he utilized his skills as Geronimo to get me into a special luncheon she was attending.
Maximo has been acting weird around me since that day.
I knew he had left the mansion to go to one of his whores.
I had not expected him back that day so early, which is why I had my guard down and was spending my time with Lorenzo in our space.
I had taken over a large room in the back, similar to a living room, with two large couches, and a big screen T.V.
There was also a music sound system in the room with speakers built into the walls and ceilings.
The clan men knew better than to be near that room.
I made it clear it was off limits to anyone but me.
Well, and Lorenzo. Strangely, after that day, he had not been back to any of his women.
I was actually shocked at his very open invitation to Lorenzo.
He was also watching me more closely which I did not like at all.
I had to sneak out at least once to go spend time with one of my lovers because he was stressing me out. Once we had the plan in place to go after the Black Widow, I made arrangements with one of my lovers to be on-call for me. I would need the release afterwards.
We met at least twice to go over the plan the day of the luncheon.
I would approach the Black Widow at a certain time in the luncheon, pretend to admire something she was wearing, and be close enough so a sniper could target her.
Each time we discussed this part of the plan, Maximo would look uncomfortable and ask me if I was sure with doing this.
Suddenly, he wanted to replace me with another woman within the clan to do it.
I had insisted that I would be the best option because as a Don’s wife, I should immediately be given the space and respect to approach her without challenge.
Theoretically. He didn’t seem to like that response, even though it was true. I was wondering why he was hesitating.
The remainder of the plan was that once the sniper was given the go-ahead, a team of Maximo’s men would come tearing into the room and take out anyone else that was a threat.
The luncheon was for women only, but we were all aware that the Black Widow would likely have her own men nearby. We would need our own backup.
However, what Maximo didn’t know was that Lorenzo and I had our own plan at play.
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Today, I was dressed in my usual black slacks, and a cream silky buttoned down shirt that covered over my waistband. That part was important. My hair was pulled back into a tight, but formal ponytail. I would need a clear face for what was to come.
Just prior to leaving the mansion, Maximo had approached me. He looked on edge.
He grabbed my wrist tightly, but not enough to hurt me. It surprised me. We never really had any physical contact. At all. In fact, we have slept in separate rooms since I moved in.
“Aria, please be careful.” If I didn’t know better, it sounded like my husband was actually concerned, and maybe even a little scared. But that couldn’t possibly be the case.
I didn’t have the time to think too much into it, so I just nodded at him and headed out.
I had a driver drop me off at the designated location, a community hall that was celebrating “Women Empowerment.” What bullshit. I would show that bitch woman empowerment.
There was a reason I remained sitting in my spot at the event.
The plan, my plan, was to wait for her to approach me.
And I knew she would. By remaining in my spot, she would feel in control, be unsuspecting.
And she would be guarded from the sniper.
The sniper would not be able to shoot her from my angle. And I didn’t want him too.
Lorenzo had eyes on me the whole time. He also was waiting in the wings, but no one, not even my husband knew that. He had a disguise on, but he was dressed like my husband’s men were, so he blended in. All black with a black full face mask.
Not many people knew what she looked like. Lorenzo, at the last damned minute was able to finally catch a break and was able to pull up a picture of her.
Now, as I sat at my assigned spot, way in the back near the hallways to the entrance and the bathrooms, I could see that the woman was beautiful. A Black Widow indeed.
She had long, black straight hair that looked shiny, with bangs.
It went down to the middle of her back. She was about my parents’ age, maybe a little older, around mid 50s.
I had to give the woman credit for getting as far as she had.
If she had just kept her greedy fingers away from my brother, she could have kept on with her little game.
But now the bitch needed to be cut down. And I would do it literally.
At one point she was asked to make a speech.
I wanted to gag, but I kept my perfectly trained, sweet and sugar act on the best I could.
I wasn’t sure what her thoughts were on me, but to be fair, the only time I “acted out” was when I was confronted.
Bianca bitch threatened me, so I slit her throat.
One of Maximo’s other women, Dana, gave him a blowjob some time after the gala.
I ran into her at a boutique with Lorenzo.
She was bragging to me about his “big cock” and that I wouldn’t last long as his wife.
I had Lorenzo track her down a couple of nights later at a club where I gave her a beautiful new mark on her face.
She apparently went running to Maximo about it, but he did nothing.
Told her she deserved it if she had been stupid enough to say anything to me.
Smart man. Well, sometimes he could be smart.
Another woman tried to approach me at an event, but I looked her straight in the eye and asked her if she wanted her face to be as pretty as Dana’s.
She walked away and I never saw her again.
He may be a smart man at times, but my husband really picked some dumb bitches.
So I found out today that the Black Widow’s real name was Tania Salvatore.
She killed her first husband, a soldier in one of the older clans, after they had been married for 10 years.
He had apparently been cheating on her with a younger woman.
She poisoned him. In her supposed grief, she allowed another soldier, a married soldier, to comfort her in her time of need.
And it went on from there. Four soldiers, two Enforcers, and a Don.
Pretty prolific bitch really. Had to hand it to her.
But she would not get her fucking fingers near my brother.
Her speech was ridiculous.
“We women have to fight for what we want, what we need. We cannot allow a man to take care of us, to use us, to teach us. They need us more than we need them. And we should be able to take what we need.”
That shit ain’t happening, stronza!
She had looked at me a couple of times throughout her speech, and I had shown her my admiration expression. Maybe that alone could lure her to me. She did nod in my direction at least once.
I had been sitting at a table with some really arrogant women.
I was all for woman power, but not at the expense of others.
One of the women looked down on me when I said I had been raised to be a submissive wife.
I didn’t blame her, but when she started talking shit about Lorenzo, I was about to lose my shit.
She was Hispanic, and had an aggressive look to her.
Short, dark black hair, dark brown eyes, and a very slim facial structure.
Her features were as hard as her attitude.
“A man is a man, chica. We don’t need none of that. Gay men are just pussies with a dick.”
Can I slit her throat too? Would that be too much?
I just smiled sadly at her, and lowered my eyes, because I was ready to take a bitch out.