Mafia Queen

Prologue

Don't live to please a man

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I spotted my target at the bar, with two fairly young ladies at his side. For a man in his forties, he is fairly active. He's hot too, I'll give him that. Shrugging that disgusting thought away, I adjusted my dress, to show more cleavage.

I grabbed my drink and made my way over to him, adding an extra sway to my hips. I gave the two girls a look and they immediately left, without a word. I gave him a sweet smile, as his eyes scanned my body. He gave a smirk and nod in approval.

"Well hello there, sweet cheeks." he smirked and I resisted the urge to gag. What kind of name is 'sweet cheeks'. Do girls actually like that? I bit my lip seductively, passing my hands on his chest.

"I was wondering if you care for a dance." I whispered in his ear. I felt his chest vibrate and he grabbed my hand, making me fall onto his lap.

His lips met my neck and I though my head back, faking a moan in the process. He placed his hand on my thighs, slowly moving it up.

"I've got a better idea." he whispered, still kissing my neck.

This was going to be easier than I thought.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I whispered back.

His smirk widened and he immediately raised me off his lap. Before we left, he asked the bartender for one last drink.

"Drink up, sweets." he insisted, handing me the drink. I shook my head, "I think I've had enough to drink for one night." I declined, laughing slightly.

"One last drink wouldn't hurt, now would it?" he said, with an innocent smile. God, this man won't take no for answer. And yes, this will hurt.

Luckily, a tall man came up to him, giving me the perfect opportunity to pour the drink into a nearby plant pot. Mr. Plant, I am so very sorry. I hope you can forgive me.

"There, I drank it," I said and he smirked, "can we go now?" I asked desperately. He took my hand in his, leading me to the exit. I 'stumbled' drunkly and giggled. "I told you I shouldn't of drank it." I said, giggling. He lead me into a dark alley, with nothing but bits of trash piling up.

"I'm gonna have lots of fun with you." he whispered, biting my earlobe. You keep thinking that, hun.

"I'm feeling dizzy." I said, in a tired voice, my eyes closing slightly. He passed his rough hand against my cheek, pressing me against the wall. "Don't worry, princess. Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll take care of you." he said.

I took this opportunity to flip us over, so he was the one against the wall. I pulled out my knife and pressed it against his neck, causing his eyes to widen. I gave him a sweet smile, looking into his fearful eyes.

The fear in his eyes is amazing.

"Is that really how you treat a lady, Marcus?" I asked, "I'd say I was surprised but then I'll just be lying." He began trembling under my hold. I would of thought he would have been a it manlier than this but hey, makes my job easier.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice breaking slightly. I let out an emotionless laugh, "I do believe, you owe us some money." I said and his eyes widened in realization. His face visibly paled and he gulped in fear.

"I ain't got your money yet," he said, on the verge of tears, "but I will, just give me a few days." he added. I dragged the knife across his neck, being careful not to hurt him just yet. "You know better than to have us waiting, Marcus."

"Come on, don't do this. I got wife, and kids!" he begged and I kissed my teeth.

"Should of thought about that, I'd say it was nice knowing but me and you both know that's a lie." I said and slit his throat. His hands instantly met his throat, as he fell to the floor, choking.

"You're bloodying up my shoes, this shit cost more than your life." I complained, as I watched his eyes close. Great, now I need a new pair.

I let out a breath and fixed my hair and dress. I am not moving this body, I just got my nails done. An idea popped up in my mind and I pulled out my phone.

"Hello?"

"I need a favour."

~•~•~

"Hi, Daddy!" I greeted, as I entered his overly large office. He looked up for a brief moment before glancing back to his computer screen. I rolled my eyes, taking a bit of my granola bar.

"Did you complete your mission?" he asked, typing on his computer.

"That shouldn't even be a question." I responded. This time he looked up at me and gave me a smile to which I returned.

"Of course."

I scanned his appearance. He was still in the suit from yesterday's meeting, his hair was messy, like he had ran his hand through it many times and his eyes were struggling to remain open. He looked dead, more than usual.

I walked up to him and switched off the computer. "Eleanora! Was that really necessary?" he asked, his voice bouncing off the walls. I raised my eyebrow at him and kissed my teeth. "You need to rest."

"No, I don't." he denied, "and besides, I have way to much work to be done. Now shoo." he added, and I shrugged my shoulders. I watched as he turned the computer back on and shook my head.

"Fine then, I'm not the one whose getting killed by the queen herself." I said, knowing that will get him going. I began walking towards the door and I heard him sigh in defeat and switch off the computer once more, causing me to smirk in victory.

"I'm going out!" I yelled, exiting the house.

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"So, do we have a deal?" I heard a familiar voice ask, as I entered the house.

"That we do." I heard my father's voice say. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. I entered the living room, to be greeted by a group of men, my father included.

"Alan Martinez, is that you?" I asked, with a big grin on my face. Alan Martinez, the best man in the business and my all time favourite. Couldn't say the same for his son, though.

"Eleanora Queen, my favourite royal." he said, standing up and outstretched his hand, which I gladly look. He did a playful bow, causing me to laugh out.

"How have you been, kiddo?" he asked, pulling me into a tight hug, to which I happily returned. "You know, the usual." I responded, once he released his hold. He smiled and returned to his seat. I took this time to acknowledge the other men in the room and they answered with a nod.

"So, what deal were you talking about?" I asked, taking a seat next to my father. I heard Alan sigh, as he nervously scratched the back of his next. I raised an eyebrow, looking directly at him. When nobody answered, my father cleared his throat loudly, gaining my attention.

"Princess-"

"Hello, Eleanor, it's a pleasure to be working with you."

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