There's always a saying; even the most intelligent and wise man is dumb when he is with an attractive confident woman (and i am here to show what that means)
I am actually at the X zone club to kill Marcine Russso, a nice component in the Italian mafia and one of my favorites. He manages guns and weapons and their shipping on how it goes and how it comes BUT he's a mf rapist and am sure his boss doesn't he is, if not the whole organisation will burn him alive at least I respect them for that.
Marcine has the information I rightfully and desperately need. And he will give me it by crook or by hook or by charm i will go for the later then come back to the former omg i love my game
Anyway here I am seducing an Italiano.
Digusting.
Marcine was sitting in his chair at the VIP area surprisingly with no girl really around him, touching him or kissing him and doing shit. Weird.
Then he took a puff of his cigarette and blew to the air maybe he just want to enjoying himself by himself, i don't care
I drank the rest of my vodka and stood up walking towards him. I walked past him then "accidentally" tripped, he caught me so swiftly and I stood up.
"I'm so sorry. Let me get you a napkins so that you can wipe that" i apologies pointing at his pants
"It's fine. It's just a small stain, nothing to worry" he smile showing his disgusting golden tooth.
I want to literally throw up and also this is too easy….
Is he that dumb
"Please, Gorgeous sit." he invites, driving any other women who were beside him for some odd reason not touching him yet.
When i say these people are weird am very serious and am not joking.
"What's your name?" he asks
"Grace" i lie (ofcourse) covering up my Russian Accent
"You. What's yours??" I ask leaning in for him to see my cleavage and he smirk
The fact that nobody knows I exist is a blessing I will never be angry for and it makes my jobs so easy. No one knows about me and my brother, as far as i know we don't have any legal documents tied to us to show we exist. And no one knows who took over the Russian DON position because my mom died of cancer when i was 12 and my father died in THEIR hands. So I guess they are taking necessary precautions to not have unnecessary attacks.
"My name is John" He lies too and i give him a small smile.
"Nice meeting you john" i say
"So tell me what are you doing here all alone. You know the earth is dangerous, huh?" he asks. OMG Disgusting again and again and a perv again and again.
"Just looking for some fun, to have with a capable person. Any sex is fine" I reply with a flirtatious smirk.
"This one is wild" he slowly says while dragging his fat cigarette.
"Well. well how about we leave this place to my suite and i will give you what you are looking for sexy legs" he says and wink
Old man knows how to wink?? Damn
Glupaya Suka (Translation: Stupid Bitch)
I stand and he follows like the dog he is.
"Sounds perfectly fine to me" I say and he places those disgusting hands on my back, my back literally aches now. Once we leave, we get into his car and he's place is just a 5 mins drive from the club.
Beautiful Hotel i must say.
When we arrived, he parks his car, open the door for me (this italians and their romantic gestures) and we started walking to his suite room.
Once we arrived he didn't even allow me to breathe in the scent of his room. He pushes me roughly against the wall kissing me and locking the door at the same time. I know how to kiss but this sudden interaction just makes me wonder if I am a beginner in these things. I quickly woke up and kissed him back so no suspicion needed to be found yet. He then lifts me up against the door, wrapping my legs around his disgusting waist and he started walking backwards to the bed which when he arrives he sits and plunges his disgusting tongue into my mouth
Ugh, i. Want. to. Throw. Up. but what to do?? I have once forced someone to eat his own eyeballs and tongue before they die so that reallys says who i am…or not.
As he is kissing me I grind my hips down to his and he lets out a groan. I start running my hands to his white silk hairs and to his chest to check if he has any mics on and found that he has none. How can he be soo careless today? i wonder,
I smile knowing that he doesn't have mics and also my younger brother has already disabled anything that was enabled by now. Let the Real party start b*tch
I grind hard on him and say "You like this, Marcine??"
He immediately freezes against my neck and tenses up. In a sec it takes him to register what i have said that i already have a knife on his neck, pushing it down enough to draw blood. I smile at his shock expression which quickly turns into pure rage.
"Who the f*ck are you??" He speaks loudly
Mannn people are sleeping lower it
"I don't think you will ever know and it doesn't matter" i reply letting my Russian accent be more pronounce
"Ah, Motherf*cking Russian. I should have known better, stupid me" he says and for a second pity overwhelmed me…..or not lol.
"Aw am sorry Marcine did i hurt your petite feelings??, you are really pitiful." i taunt him
"David will kill you and take down the rest of your stupid pathetic Mafia" He ignores me
"You see, first of all am not sure he will notice you have disappeared, second of all how are you supposed to kill someone that doesn't even exist??" I reply with a smirk.
"Who sent you?" he questions me. He is asking too many questions in my avis right??
"Myself" i reply, pushing the knife deeper into his neck and he gruns in pain
"I thought you were stronger than this." i pushes it deeper but not touching that particular vein.
"I know the Italians are hosting a ball for their mafia. When is it?" i ask
"Go to hell." he loudly replies
Well you are the one going there today but let's not reveal that yet.
I take out my gun and knock him over the head. He falls back unconscious. Good, he was talking too much already .
I grab a chair, sit on it and start thinking. I got up tied to him on the bed when I heard a noise
Someone knocked.
Not once but twice
And i smile….