"The Devil is scary, but so is his queen."
~Diandra Sicario
Diandra has the innocent look of an angel. Her pure facial features made her seem so naive. But she was anything but that. She had hung with monsters that lurk in the dark. She has secrets...
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Diandra
Pain.
All I feel souring through my head and stiff body is pain. My head throbs and I groan, opening my eyes to a bright light.
I try to block the bright light with my hands but I can't. I quickly sit up, not caring of the pounding on my head, and look down at the handcuffs on both of my hands. I'm locked down on a hospital bed, in a hospital room. I look around immediately remembering exactly where I am. I'm in the Sicario family infirmary.
Everything rushes back to me, as I look down at my stomach. I was shot by Tony, but I believed that was how I was going to die. I close my eyes, squeezing them as I remember the last gun shot before everything went dark. My son, Jack, Vinny, Franco. Who got shot? Did som get shot? Where are my boys?
I yank my hands away, trying to break the chain on the cuffs. But I feel so week like I haven't been up in years.
What if you haven't?
Something has happened, I can feel it in my gut. The boys aren't safe I just know it. Something happened to Franco and Vinny.
The door opens to my room and in walks a doctor I assume.; My eyes form into slits as I watch every movement he makes.
"My queen you're up. I will inform the Don." He says as he looks at a clipboard.
Franco.
"Okay get him down here. Why the hell am I in handcuffs!" I exclaim continue to yank my hand.
"The Don said you maybe at risk to yourself or others. It's only protocol." The doctor says checking the bandage wrapped on my head.
I must have hit my head hard when I fell.
I huff in annoyance, "Well get Franco's ass down here so he—"
"Francisco Sicario isn't the Don." The doctor says looking at me directly in my eyes and dread fills my body.
I gulp and flinch away from him as fear and caution creeps around me.
"Tony Sicario is your Don?" I ask cautiously almost vomiting at the sentence.
"Yes my queen." He says as he tries to reach for my bandage and I yank my head back.
"Don't. Touch. Me." I growl out glaring at the stranger.
"It's my job to change your bandages." He says cockily and I glare daggers at him.
