'Vixen' - A spirited or fierce woman especially one seen as sexually attractive.
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"Behind every man, is a stronger woman."
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In the Mafia world blood doesn't run thicker than water or...
The cold night air nipped at Valentina's soft skin, as she walked swaying her hips from side-to-side, as her heels clicked against the concrete floor. Her long black hair bounced around her shoulders with every step, while her hands moved in-sync, luring anybody in with her dominate, yet angelic walk.
Her silk black robe concealed away her ruby red lingerie, and her accentuate curves, as she walked to the back door of the strip club, where all the horror was going to take place. A small sinister smile made its way to Valentina's red painted lips, as strippers disperses from the exit, afraid to even take a look at the young beauty incase they too got caught in the line of fire.
Valentina Vixen was trained to be lethal from a young age, she was forced to work day and night, training her stamina, endurance and strength. She was groomed into thinking this was the only way of life for her, and by the time she wanted out, it was too late. She had gotten herself so deeply involved in the Mafia world, and the only way out now was death.
Although the beauty didn't work directly with any mafia cartel, she always found her services being brought by them. Because of this she had to learn what it took to survive in such a cruel world, seeing how people with money turned their backs on people they were meant to love and care for.
In the Mafia world, blood does not run thicker than water, or the other way around. The only person you could truly rely on was yourself, that's how Valentia became the powerhouse she was today. She held everyone to the same standard, keeping everyone away at arm's reach, always ready for her next move as she was always one step ahead.
She opened the metallic door with her dominate hand and looked behind her shoulder one last time to the SUV with blackout windows, waiting for her to complete the mission she was paid for.
With that, she turned around, and walked into the strip club. She crinkled her nose to the aroma of alcohol and sex, but she quickly dismissed the sickly smell to the back of her mind, reminding herself of the mission.
She pulled out her Lacy black mask, and placed it over her face, making her unrecognizable.
"Welcome to the stage Aphrodite!" A man yelled over the music, just before the song changed to one she did not know. The red curtains that stood tall in front of her started to part, allowing her the perfect view of her victim.
Elijah Rodrigo. The heir to the Mexican Mob. He sat tall in a purple velvet seat, with women besides him, wearing short dresses that showed off their beautiful curves. The atmosphere around him screamed how important and dangerous he was, but Valentina didn't care.
She was more dangerous.
She walked slowly onto the stage, giving her the view of greedy men who sat in velvet seats, scanning her from head to toe, seeing if she was worthy of their money.
The closer she got to the pole, she started to unravel her silk robe, allowing it to drop to the floor on the beat. Her long legs now on show for the perverted men who sat closer, now seeing her toned body that had curves in all the right places.
She watched Elijah play with his money against his chin, and she smirked to herself now knowing she had gotten his attention, as his eyes trailed around her body, not even hiding how much her wanted her.
Her slim fingers grasp the pole, allowing it to spin her slowly, giving everyone a view of her backside, making men around the room whistle at the small gesture. Her hands skilfully moved up the poll, making her spin some more.
Her body seemed to move on its own to the beat of the music, allowing the men to become enticed by her body, as it moved so sensually around the pole. By the time the music had stopped, money littered the floor while the men begged her to carry on with her routine, but she quickly grabbed the money and exit off the stage, leaving behind her black robe.
"Aphrodite, you're wanted in a private room." A muscular built man tells her, before leading the way to the small dark room, where Elijah sat in a small black chair in the corner.
Once she took a step inside the small room, the door behind her closed, leaving just the two of them together. Soft music played from the speakers, giving her something to move her body to.
She moved closer to his lap, moving her hips to the music, allowing him to get infatuated by the way she moved so elegantly to the music.
"Aphrodite the goddess of beauty." His accent was thick, but Valentina knew what he said. His hands moved across her hips, obsessed with the way they lured him in.
Valentina wanted to chop his fingers off his hand one by one because he dared to touch her, but she knew better, and she knew when it was the right time to strike. His hands touched the line of her thong, almost daring to pull it down.
Valentina cringed in disgusted that he would even think he would have a chance to get under her pants, and before he could act on impulse, she turned around and pushed his shoulder back, climbing over his lap, swaying her hips, feeling the erection through Elijah trousers.
Now was the time to strike, her thoughts called out to her. She reached down, pulling his white t-shirt out of his trousers, looking for his gun. Elijah was too focused on unbuckling his belt to realize that the alluring woman that sat on top of him now had his gun pointed to his head.
"Chill out." He panicked, throwing his hands up in the air in surrender. "If this is apart of your act, ca-"
"I've been sent by Alejandro Rodrigo to assassinate you." She cut him off with words that were short, and to the point.
"V-vix-en?" The muscular man stutters out her last name, the one that many people heard right before their gruesome deaths. It was her own personal way of sending them off, allowing her to feel the victory of the many people she had killed before.
"Vixen." She nodded, shoving the barrel of the gun between his brows. His eyes were alighting with terror, hearing her confirm his fears.
She watched as the mans eyes darted everywhere around her face, trying to find some ounce of sympathy that he could tug her heart with, but all he found was the woman who's eye sparkled with glee as her finger tightened against the trigger like a physco.
"P-" Valentina shot him the moment he opened his mouth to start begging for his life.
Blood splatted across the room, with the loud bang, and she crawl off the man's lap who now had a chunk of his head missing for the shot from close range.
She hated it when she would tell her victims her last name and then they would try to plead for their life with her, sometimes they had even tried to turn to God himself, hoping he would give them his pity, when their whole life has been a life of crime.
It made Valentina laugh at how ironic it was.
For years, the Mafia have been playing God, choosing who could live and who would die, that she thought it was humorous when they would cry out to God. Even though the thought made her want to chuckle, she always killed them before it got to that point, hoping she could kill them with a little bit of dignity.
Valentina walked out of the room where Elijah lifeless body was left slopped on the floor, making her way through the empty hallways. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Alejandro Rodrigo, Elijah's uncle who wanted to take over the Mexican cartel.
'All done. V.V'
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