The Lady of the Mafia

Second Prize

Time keeps passing. Leona walks around Mexico City. Some of his subordinates were still faithfully protecting him secretly. Leona wore black glasses so that her face was not clearly visible to the people around. Leona observed the tall building not far from her standing position. The woman leaned against an iron pole with a faint smile.

“What is all safe?” leona said to some of her subordinates who had spread throughout the entire country.

“Already, Boss. Inside this hotel building, the man is staying,”, said an interlocutor of Leona from inside Handsfree.

Leona nodded slowly. The woman wears a mask to cover her identity. He walked casually towards the building that he had wanted to enter. This time the person Leona wanted to kill was the old man who had been giving orders to Zean to kill his family. Investigators sent by Leona managed to get the identity of the man's face and find out where he lived. That man is Zean Wick's grandfather.

Leona looked at the building intently. Only one hotel was guarded by several armed men. Leona looked at her subordinates who were already disguised as servants and visitors to the building. Leona walked into the building and approached the reception desk.

“Good afternoon, Miss. Can I help you?” said the female receptionist who was now in front of Leona.

Leona took out a small paper with her lips smiling sweetly. The woman opened the red coat she had been wearing since. Her body that was only wrapped in sexy clothes looked so beautiful. Leona deliberately put on a sensual face to code the receptionist.

“I want to meet my customers,” said Leona with very convincing gestures.

The woman in charge of the receptionist understood the room number given by Leona. During this time, there was always a sexy dressed woman who came to serve the old man.

“Please, Miss. The man will take you to this room,” said the woman with a friendly smile.

Leona nodded slowly before taking back the small paper. “I'll take this as proof. He promised to pay me three times the usual price,” Leona said with a blink of an eye. The woman twisted her body and looked at the several men who were walking over to her.

“You should open your mask. We also have to check you to make sure that there are no dangerous weapons that you carry,” said one of the men with a very serious face.

Leona carved a smile. The woman opened her hair tie and stroked her very beautiful hair. He opened the mask that covered his face and the sunglasses he used to hide his disguise.

“Please. But, after this. I'll ask him to fire you. I'm still original. Never been in contact with a man before. If you dare to touch my body, it means that my master is a second person. Can be said, former,” said Leona with a very convincing face.

The two men looked at each other with confused faces. They seemed to think hard before staring at Leona's appearance again. From the open clothes worn by Leona alone can be ascertained if there is no way there is a dangerous weapon carried by the woman. In addition, they were also very afraid of the threat that Leona had just uttered.

Leona blinked one eye before putting on her sunglasses again. “Thank you, Sir. You are a handsome man,” said Leona before walking slowly. The three of them walked towards the elevator.

Inside the elevator, Leona leaned against the wall of the elevator. One leg he attached to the wall of the elevator before his hand tied his hair back. A handsfree that he has since tucked in the hair tie, he put it back. Leona also did not want to lose any news of the troops she had spread.

Elevator door opens. Leona stared intently at the front. The woman walked with very beautiful steps. He carved a smile to tease some of the big men who were now standing on the right and left sides of his body. Along way. From the elevator to the door of the room he wanted to visit. There's a bodyguard there. Leona counted the numbers and remembered them with concentration.

“Please,” said a man while opening the door of the room numbered 8010. Leona looked at the room number. Unlike the room sent by his bodyguard. But Leona didn't want to be seen being confused. The woman stepped into the room and left some bodyguards there.

The room was spacious with a very elegant design. Leona walked towards the bed where a man lay there. Leona carved a sly smile before putting on her handsfreen again.

“They are 50. Floor 35, 8010.” No matter what the current troops she had heard or not, it was most important to Leona. Now he meets the target he wants to finish off.

“Baby, you've arrived. Come, honey. I've been waiting for you since,” said a middle-aged man leaning on the bed.

Leona walked over. But the woman did not want to show her face. He was very sure, if it was true that the man was an old man who was his target. Then the man must be very familiar with his face.

Leona turned her body and stood facing the window. “I don't like those guards. They touch me freely,” Leona said in a spoiled voice.

The old man laughed out loud. He loved to hear Leona's soft, spoiled voice. “Darling, are you mad at them? Alright. I'll punish them later. Now, comehere. I can't wait for you,” said the man, holding his hand. He stood by the bed watching Leona's beautiful curves.

Leona carved a smile. The woman remained standing in her position without even turning her body. Leona took off her glasses. He put it on the table in front of him. With the reflection of the glass in the glasses, Leona examined the old man's face. As he expected. The man's face is the same as the one in the photo. Leona was very happy that morning.

“Darling, you really like to buy time. I will give you punishment later,” said the man as he walked slowly to get closer to Leona. Leona closed her eyes. He counted the man's footsteps. The distance he set very well.

On the third step of the man. Leona twisted her body. He took the small dagger that had been stored in his thigh. Quickly and without warning again. Leona threw the dagger at the man who walked over to her. In a matter of seconds, the dagger stuck in the man's neck. Slicing his veins to make fresh blood flow with the rush. There was no sound that the man could make because Leona was aiming for his neck.

The old man looked at Leona's face with both eyes widened. He wanted to protest and scream. However, his efforts were in vain. Soon, the angel of death picked him up. The old man was lying on the bed with his life gone.