"Welcome to the panic room."

I jumped as the door in front of me suddenly flew open. For a second my body refused to move as the sight of the shooter faced me. He also froze at the sight of me. The shooter was dressed unlike any criminal that I had ever seen. He wore a suit which screamed the word, "expensive". And his features followed suit.

I shook my head as my sanity came back to me. He raised his large gun and pointed at me. In a split second I activated the fire extinguisher. The white fluff exited the nozzle and covered the shooter's face. He cried out as the white product entered his eyes. I took this as an opportunity and pulled the gun out his hands. I then raised my leg and kicked him in the nuts. The sound of one's manhood breaking sounded in the room.

The shooter grunted as he trembled on the ground. I then pointed the gun at him as I said.

"What's your name and what is your motive for doing such a thing?"

The shooter refused to answer me.

I felt anger fill me as I kicked him in the diaphragm. The shooter grunted. The sound of my coworkers yells filled my head as I felt my anger continue to rise.

"ANSWER ME OR I'LL SHOOT A BULLET THROUGH THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS!"

The sound of a safety clicking suddenly filled my ears. I turned, only to feel the cool steel of the barrel of a pistol kiss my forehead. Shock filled me as I looked at the one pointing the gun at my forehead.

"How chivalrous my dear. It's almost a waste to kill you."

"Is this some sort of joke Devon?"

Devon smiled as he said.

"Does this look like some fucking joke to you? Wow, you sure are more naïve than I had expected."

"Why are you doing this Devon?"

Devon cocked his head to the side as he looked as if he were deep in thought.

"Hmmm. No reason particularly. Is that satisfactory enough for you Bria?"

Shit.

I'm in deep shit right now. I don't know the motive behind Devon's actions, but an idiot can tell that the situation isn't good at all. I looked over at my coworkers. The priority is to let them escape.

"Devon, why don't we make a deal? I'll talk to you but only under the pretext that you let our coworkers go."

Devon burst into laughter.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you have the right to negotiate in this situation? Oh you sure don't disappoint. It really is a shame that I have to kill you. Don't hate me sweetheart, it isn't personal, okay? And be sure to send me a postcard from the afterlife, bye now!"

"Wait, WAI-"

A BANG! Noise filled the room as I was suddenly thrown into oblivion. For fuck's sake, my last words were "wait". I had always dreamed that I would say some sort of badass sentence or some sort of wisdom shit. Instead, I said "wait'.

How pathetic.

For some reason death is easier than I had expected. I feel no pain. Instead my body feels as light as a feather. Despite my eyes being open I can't seem to see anything. I sighed as I aimlessly floated.

Yes I feel like floating like some sort of fucking jellyfish. Surprisingly I didn't think of my family, or have a slideshow of the events of my life flash before my eyes. Instead I thought of whether I was going to go to heaven or hell.

I mean I'm a good person but some of the things that I have read and done should send me to hell.

As I floated for some time, a feeling of fear and anxiety filled me. Where am I going to go? What's going to happen to me now? Will it hurt?

Suddenly, a flash of light filled my line of sight. My body was suddenly pulled back then thrown at alarming speed. I yelled as I got closer and closer to the light at the end of the dark tunnel. I closed my eyes and raised my arms in defense.

A second later, several voices speaking in a foreign language filled my ears. The light feeling of my body was gone. Instead it felt as if someone had thrown me into a blender then poured me into a cup. My brain felt like mush and everywhere hurt. I grunted as I tried to sit up.

The foreign voices grew louder as worry filled them. I opened my eyes.

Never in my nineteen years of living had I ever expected the afterlife to be like what I had opened my eyes to.

I'm not sure if I was in heaven in hell but either way I sure am thanking God for the harem which I have earned.

Facing me were the faces of ten handsome men dressed in suits and top hats. Their colorful eyes full of concern as they continued to chat away in an incomprehensible language. My head pounded with every one of their sentences.

"Lord above, can't the lot of you shut up for a second? My head hurts like a bitch."

"SENORA! SENORA! YOU'RE AWAKE! GO TELL GIOVANNI!"

Giovanni? Senora? What the fuck is happening?

Suddenly a pair of hands inserted themselves perfectly under my arms. I cried out in surprise.

"WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO PUT YOUR HANDS IN MY ARMPITS? DON'T YOU KNOW THAT HUMANS SWEAT THERE?"

I blinked and covered my mouth. Holy shit. I had said that as a reflex. What the hell are all of these beautiful men going to think about me now?

The man holding me up by the armpits chuckled before picking me up and carrying me in his large arms. I blushed and looked up. I wonder who the handsome man who princess carried me i-

"THE FUCK? LET GO OF ME!"

The older woman nodded and released me. I grunted as my body hit the limestone floor. I turned to her with a glare only to see her smirk.

Bitch.

I then sighed and sat down. Okay, okay, okay. Shit is way too out of hand right now. I seem to be in some sort of mansion. I can easily tell by the high ceiling, and way that the carpet under me felt lush.

I can immediately rule out that I am in some sort of heaven or hell as I have still not encountered any angels or demons. Except that woman. She is not only a demon but Lucifer himself.

"Okay dudes, can one of you explain to me what's happening?"

The five guys standing in front of me looked at each other in confusion before saying.

"Senora, is there something wrong?"

I don't know motherfucker. I've been shot by my coworker, and have woken up to a harm. Nothing is wrong, everything is just fucking peachy.

"I seem to have forgotten a little after hitting my head earlier. Could you just tell me who I am?"

The five men looked to the side as they struggled to speak. A brave soul then opened his mouth and said.

"Senora, you are Bria Catruchio, the Don of the Catruchio family. One of the biggest mafia clans in the city."

Mafia clans? Excuse me? Oh shit, I must be tripping or something. This must all be some sort of dream or something. I chuckled. Well my imagination sure is quite large now isn't it?

"Okay, so I'm the Mafia boss of one of the biggest mafia clans?"

The five men nodded in unison.

"So, what year is it then?"

The five men scratched the back of their heads before saying.

"1912."

If I had milk in my mouth then I would've spit it the fuck out, Tom and Jerry style.

"1912?"

"Yes Senora."

I chuckled then buried my face in my hands.

Well, well, well.

I seem to have died then reincarnated as some mafia boss in the 1900's. Well isn't this quite the turn of events?

After laughing for a couple of seconds I started to sob like a maniac. The five men continued to look at me with pity.

Fucked up is an understatement. I WAS FUCKING SCREWED.

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