Million Dollar Bimbo

3- That devil in disguise of a fucking bimbo.

ALEJANDRO DE SANGRE'S POV

I sat behind the opulent desk in my office, the room filled with an air of authority. My jaw clenched as I glared at my men, disappointment seeping through every fiber of my being. How could they have been so oblivious? A damn Santoro had breached the security of my casino, and they hadn't even detected her presence until it was too late.

"¡Idiotas!" I bellowed, my voice echoing through the room. "How did that devil in disguise of a fucking bimbo waltz right into my casino without raising any alarms?"

The men before me shifted uncomfortably, their expressions filled with a mix of guilt and fear. One of them, Carlos, stepped forward, his voice laced with apology. "Boss, we had no idea she was a Santoro. She must have disguised herself well."

I slammed my fist onto the desk, the impact reverberating through the room. "Disguised or not, she should have been detected! I won't let any Santoro roam freely in my territory."

My anger simmered, transforming into a cold determination. This breach had exposed a weakness in my operation, a vulnerability that needed to be rectified immediately. I leaned forward, my eyes piercing through the men before me.

"Carlos, I want that server who was bribed found and dealt with. We won't allow anyone to compromise our security, especially not a traitor within our own ranks."

Carlos nodded, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. "Consider it done, boss."

"And strengthen the security at the entrance and inside the casino," I continued, my voice firm. "No more chances for infiltration. We need eyes everywhere, watching for any sign of the Santoros or their associates. No. Fucking. Santoros. In my place."

The men nodded in unison, their resolve strengthening as they absorbed my orders. This breach had reminded us all of the danger that lurked in the shadows, and we couldn't afford to underestimate our enemies. And in the world of mafias, everyone was an enemy. Even the allies.

My gaze shifted to the lifeless body sprawled on the floor, a stark reminder of the consequences that came with incaution. The bloodstains marred the shiny wooden floor, a stain on my reputation. I felt a surge of anger at the sight, but I quickly composed myself.

"Dispose of the body discreetly," I commanded, my voice low and authoritative.

My men moved swiftly, their steps synchronized as they carefully lifted the body and carried it out of the office. The casino had always been a realm of risks and secrets, but now, it had become a battleground, and I'd only let the Santoros gain the upper hand when pigs fly.

As the room buzzed with activity, my mind wandered back to that damn brat, Bianca Santoro. She had caused this mess, and yet, a twisted part of me admired her audacity. She had infiltrated my casino, outsmarted my men, and slipped away like a shadow. It was infuriating, but also intriguing.

I recalled the offer I had made to her, the opportunity to launder my one million dollars through her gambling skills. It was a win-win situation for me. Not only would it clean my dirty money, but also amuse me. Watching her dance with danger, unaware of the true stakes, would be a twisted form of entertainment, something out of my routine life filled with underground businesses and countless women.

The thought brought a smile to my face. Bianca fucking Santoro may be a cunning adversary, but I wouldn't miss a chance to mess with her.

As the room quieted, I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing with thoughts of revenge and retribution. I knew I had to be prudent, to keep a watchful eye for any Santoro or their allies. Though we had a so-called pact and no obvious attack was made for the last ten years, their presence threatened the stability my family had worked so hard to build for generations.

Little brat Bianca Santoro had made a move, a dumb one, and now it was my turn. I would tighten the grip around my empire, fortify its defenses, and ensure that no Santoro would ever again breach the walls of my domain.

As I stared out of the window, my gaze hardened with determination. I would protect what was mine, crush my enemies, and emerge victorious. The Santoros would soon learn the consequences of crossing paths with Alejandro De Sangre, the devil they never should have underestimated.