Taming The Wild Mafia

A big party was happening in one of the ballrooms of a luxury hotel. In another area was a bar. Twinkling lights and the booming sounds of famous DJs fill the room.

There were tons of hired women who looked like royalty.

A woman in a similar outfit sits on a sofa, crossing her legs so that her smooth white thighs are perfectly visible under the lights. The sensual smile and seductive facial expressions attracted many men with ties. Her rosy red lips were one of the highlights. It was so glossy under the light.

The woman just smiled a bemused smile in rejection. But the mascots did not give up until they carried her to the Union bed.

The dress she wore looked very simple. Her lips were a striking red. The brown hair was pulled to one side, her smooth nape to be visible. And her chest looked perfect.

"How long do you have to act as a prostitute?" asked a man in a suit sitting next to her.

"Until he goes to his room." She took a sip of wine. "I've been waiting for him until I got sick of men."

"This is the only way to get him to come to his room. You have to succeed. The pay is huge!"

"What's wrong with that guy?"

The man took out a cigarette. "We work with invisible people. We also don't need to know why people need to be killed."

The woman exhaled softly. She was in a dangerous business, a hitman. They don't know who the boss is, and they don't know who the client is and why they have to kill. All for the sake of mutual safety.

"I'm also curious about our target tonight. The pay is very high for a head."

The man extended his hand to the back of the sofa behind the girl. "One and a half million euros is enough to retire from this job, right?"

"Yes."

"Woah?!" The man widened his eyes. "You're terrible! You want to be a murderer for money?!"

The woman smiled faintly. "One of them. Everyone else is going to die anyway. A certainty, isn't it?"

The woman took another sip of wine. "I hope this will be my last mission. I'm sick of having to pretend to be a whore."

"That means your charm is intoxicating!" The man named Cal poked her chin."

The woman gave him a sharp glance. Then quickly prepared herself. She was born as a child of the mafia, and seeing vile things had become commonplace for her.

She joined the group of hitmen precisely o break the dark bloodline in her family and start a new life. Because when his father died, she had to take his father's place. The dark world will not end.

How happy he was when he imagined that amount running around in her mind. If this worked, then this would be the last murder. The payout would already fulfill his future life.

"He's in the room!" said Cal.

The woman immediately got up while adjusting her tight dress. Then walked behind Cal would escort her to the room.

"Are you leaving Barcelona?" asked Cal in the elevator.

"Of course," she replied nonchalantly. Then pressed the elevator button to the third floor.

"I hope you fail!" chuckled Cal, who remained in the elevator.

Meanwhile, the girl just rolled her eyes in disgust. She took her breath slowly while walking down the corridor. This time she felt her heart racing. It was very abnormal. Usually, she never felt afraid of anything.

The stomping of the heels echoed along with the sound of soft music. The scent of musk welcomed her into the room. She cast her eyes around the corner of the room. Expensive clothes were hanging. Then the window door was also open, so she didn't have to struggle to escape.

"Are you here?"

The voice startled the girl. She got goosebumps.

"Valentina? Is that what I should call you?" She walked with her charming stride to the bed.

"Yes, my name is Valentina."

"I don't care about your name. I only care about your body for tonight."

The woman became alert when she saw handcuffs and her friend in the man's hands.

"Get on the bed!" The man ordered with a gesture of his head.

"Those handcuffs...?"

"I thought you already agreed to the BDSM I'm going to do to you."

The girl gulped her saliva roughly. She was suddenly panicked and uncomfortable. Sweat began to splatter around her forehead. The intimidation from that guy was unexpected. Usually, he didn't take long to finish the act. But this time was hard to handle.

The man's charm was intoxicating. Again, the girl was afraid that her fortunes change. It seemed like the man already knew his purpose.

Now the girl tried to think of another way. Don't let him step onto the bed before successfully stabbing him.

"Come up! Can't you hear me?"

"Shall we not drink wine and talk to each other?" The girl made an offer.

"That would be a waste of my time," he hissed in low tones.

The girl was getting weighed down by the enormous sum. She did not want to die so easily.

"Get on the bed!"

Calmly, the girl walked towards the bed. However, as she passed the man, she turned around to approach him with the charm of her red lips. The woman touched the man's jaw. She begins to erase the distance between them to take out the knife.

With her beauty, it's often the target that comes close. But this time was different. She started first.

Slowly in slow mode, the girl's red lips often attracted targets about to land on the man's lips.

"I don't kiss whores."

The voice stopped the girl's movement and reflexively moved her lips slightly away. She found the man's sharp gaze.

"But you're not a whore," he continued.

This time the woman moved away. She clutched her trembling body.

"Get out of here while I'm nice to you."

Staring at the man coldly was a response.

"How much are they paying you, Catharina?"

This time Cathy went crazy at the mention of her name. She really couldn't stay in that room for long. Like a coward, Cathy immediately jumped out of the window. Before she got into the car, she gasped.

A gunshot rang out, along with the pain in her calf. Her two colleagues quickly secured her into the car. They drove away quickly.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was still glued to the window ledge, holding a gun. The tracking device in the bullet would make it easier for him to locate Cathy later.