Is... Is This Some Kind of Food?
Stacia grinned as Tobias’ eyes widened in shock, blood spurting from his gunshot wound. Acting quickly, she pushed him off of her, watching as he fell onto the bed, his blood staining the sheets in a macabre display. A dark smirk played on her lips as she observed him taking his last breath.
Anastasia, known by her codename Stacia, tapped the bud in her left ear, connecting her to Merino.
“Merino, the job is done. Tobias is dead. Have you successfully retrieved all the money?” Stacia asked, her voice laced with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.
“Yeah,” Merino replied from his end. He had cleverly disguised himself as a guard, using his newfound position to bring Stacia to Tobias’ location.
Stacia turned her attention to Faye, a red-haired girl who was diligently planting bombs throughout the house. Faye had taken on the guise of a maid, enabling her to enter Tobias’ room and discreetly place a gun under his pillow.
“Faye, are the bombs ready?” Merino’s voice cut through the tension.
Faye straightened up and pressed on her earbud, her voice barely audible. “Last bomb successfully planted.”
“Good. Stacia, get out of there immediately,” Merino instructed, causing Anastasia to roll her eyes at his impatience.
“He’s always in such a hurry,” She muttered to herself, a smirk playing on her lips. “That just makes me want to fuck him even more,” she thought, briefly glancing at the lifeless body of Tobias. “You were so sweet, but your foolishness in thinking you could deceive the Godfather sealed your fate. Now, we’ll take your life and your wealth.”
With a mischievous giggle, Anastasia proceeded to don one of Tobias’ shirts and peered out of the room. Two guards stood watch outside, leaving her with no obvious escape route. In a swift motion, she retrieved her gun and eliminated the guards with deadly accuracy. The sound of gunshots reverberated through the house, alerting the other guards, who now began rushing toward the source.
One guard entered Tobias’ room and froze at the sight of his lifeless form lying in a pool of blood. “Boss is dead! Get the harlot”, He screamed.
“Fuck!”, Anastasia cursed, hearing the henchman’s loud cry. “Merino, get me out of here”.
Her urgent plea for backup echoed through the room as she sprinted away from the lifeless body of their fallen leader. With the weight of their mission pressing on her shoulders, she knew that she couldn’t face this deadly situation alone. Her heart raced as she sought refuge behind a sturdy pillar, the cold stone providing a temporary shield from the impending danger.
Suddenly, the sharp crack of gunfire pierced the air, bullets whizzing perilously close to Anastasia’s position.
“Bitches!” she spat with a mix of anger and determination, retaliating with precision shots that took down one assailant after another. But her relentless assault seemed to only draw more adversaries towards her. It felt like an endless barrage of bullets raining down upon her.
In the midst of this chaotic battle, a guard raised his weapon, ready to take aim at Anastasia. But before he could pull the trigger, another figure emerged from the shadows. Faye, her fiery red hair pulled back into a determined ponytail, swiftly dispatched the guard with a single deadly shot. She had arrived just in time to aid her beleaguered ally.
Faye didn’t waste a moment. With her trusty M16 rifle, she unleashed a hailstorm of bullets, expertly picking off the advancing enemies. Her skill and precision were evident as the tide of the battle began to shift. Anastasia, seeing the opportunity to regroup and escape, followed Merino’s call from behind.
The trio fought their way towards the exit, relentless in their pursuit of freedom. Each step brought them closer to their awaiting helicopter. Merino, calm and collected, took control of the pilot’s seat, preparing for their swift departure. With a flick of a switch, the engine roared to life and the helicopter ascended into the night sky, leaving behind chaos and destruction.
Faye quickly joined her comrades in the helicopter, discarding her M16 and retrieving a bazooka. In one clean motion, she unleashed its devastating power, obliterating the remaining guards who dared to stand in their way. The explosion echoed through the night, a testament to their triumph.
As the helicopter distanced itself from the chaos below, Merino pressed a button, activating the timer on a strategically placed bomb. They watched with a mix of anticipation and relief as the villa erupted in an explosive display. It was a symbol of their success and a stark reminder to anyone who dared to cross their clan.
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Dahlia strolled through the bustling corridors, taking in the sights and sounds of the mobster’s hideout. As she moved, she couldn’t help but notice the scrutinizing gazes directed her way. Whispers filled the air as rumors circulated among the mobsters about her newfound position as the boss’s possession.
“Isn’t that the thief?” a voice whispered.
“Yeah, the boss claimed her as his own,” another voice chimed in.
Dahlia sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of the judgment and hostility in the room. It was clear that not everyone agreed with the boss’s decision, questioning why he didn’t choose someone they considered more attractive or deserving.
In search of solace, Dahlia’s eyes landed on the kitchen. A sense of relief washed over her, knowing she could escape the prying eyes for a while. Stepping inside, she found herself greeted by a flurry of activity. Three maids were busy preparing meals, while four others hurriedly collected dishes to set the table in the main dining hall.
“Hurry up, everyone! We have less than fifteen minutes until lunch,” the head cook barked, clearly eager to maintain punctuality.
Just as Dahlia was about to find a safe haven, a familiar voice called her name. She turned to see Adala, the only person who seemed genuinely kind to her among this sea of judgment.
“Hi!” Dahlia exclaimed, a genuine smile lighting up her face as she rushed towards the girl..
Adala couldn’t help but notice the nervousness etched on Dahlia’s features. Sensing her anxiety, she gently reassured her.
“You’re walking now! It’s incredible how fast you’re healing,” Adala remarked with a warm smile.
Dahlia nodded appreciatively. Adala then introduced her to another girl named Jade, who stood beside her skeptically eyeing Dahlia.
“Don’t pay her any mind, she can be a bit judgmental. She’s heard the rumors about you,” Adala whispered to Dahlia, her voice laced with sympathy.
Dahlia gave a timid wave, her nerves still present but pacified by Adala’s comforting presence. She watched as Jade took one last judging look at her before abruptly leaving, causing Dahlia’s anxiety to resurface.
Adala empathetically observed Dahlia’s biting of her lips, a telltale sign of her nerves. She placed a hand on Dahlia’s shoulder, offering some comfort.
“Here! That’s the boss’ meal. He hates tardiness so you’d best be on your way”.
“Me! Why me?”, Dahlia exclaimed.
“The boss gave strict orders. From now on, you are to serve his every meal. He ordered for you to be his personal maid”.
“Why? I don’t want to serve that monster”.
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In Salvatore’s suite, he lounged on his couch in the living room, his gaze fixed on a picture displayed on his phone. The image depicted a girl with a bright smile standing next to a reluctant-looking boy. Salvatore zoomed in on the girl’s face, his fingers tracing the contours of her features.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he called out, his voice expectant.
Dahlia mustered up her courage before entering the room, carrying a tray with his lunch. Her voice trembled as she spoke, “I… I’m here to bring your lunch.”
Salvatore, still fixated on the photo, didn’t bother looking up at her. Assuming she had permission to proceed, Dahlia moved forward and placed the cart in the designated area. She quickly began setting the table, trying to ignore the cold and unsettling atmosphere that emanated from Salvatore.
“Turn around,” Salvatore’s deep voice suddenly pierced the silence, causing Dahlia to jump. Startled, a fork slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor.
“Huh?” Dahlia stammered, unsure of what he meant.
“Turn around,” Salvatore repeated with a hint of impatience in his voice.
Dahlia’s heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed nervously. Keeping her head down in a submissive gesture, she slowly turned around, prepared to face his scrutinizing gaze.
Salvatore’s eyes traveled up and down her figure, a smug smirk forming on his lips. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down Dahlia’s spine, causing her to fidget with her fingers anxiously and bite her lip.
“Strip,” Salvatore muttered, his words sending shockwaves through Dahlia. She blinked, trying to process his request, her heart pounding even harder.
“Is… Is this some kind of food?” Dahlia stammered, her voice betraying her confusion.
The cigarette that Salvatore had been holding slipped from his fingers, forgotten in that moment.