The Mafia Queen's Obsession gxg

The Saviour

The sleek car darted through the streets, its headlights cutting through the night like a blade, as Selene's mind burned with the singular purpose of getting to Ayla before it was too late.

As the Lamborghini screeched to a halt on the deserted street, Selene's eyes immediately locked onto the scene ahead. 

Ayla was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, her posture tense, but there was something wrong. A group of thugs surrounded her, blocking her escape from every angle. 

Their postures were aggressive, their hands resting on the handles of concealed weapons. 

Selene's heart skipped a beat—Ayla was in danger.

Without hesitation, Selene threw the car into park and was out of the Lamborghini before the engine even fully shut down. 

She moved with practiced precision, her every step calculated, her body already in full fight mode. The streetlights cast sharp shadows, but they did nothing to hide the threat closing in on Ayla.

The leader of the thugs—a burly man with a scar running across his face—was the first to notice Selene.

 His eyes flicked toward her, a look of surprise flashing briefly before it was replaced by disdain. "Well, well. Look who it is," he sneered, his hand twitching toward the gun at his hip. "This won't be a fair fight, sweetheart."

Selene didn't even flinch. Her voice was low, deadly calm as she spoke. "It's not a fight, it's a massacre."

With lightning speed, she reached into the waistband of her jacket, pulling out a compact, silenced pistol. 

The first thug to move toward her crumpled to the ground in an instant, a single shot ringing out. 

The others froze, eyes widening in fear as they realized they weren't dealing with just any ordinary woman. They were facing Selene Moretti.

"Let her go," Selene commanded, her gaze fixed on the leader of the group. There was no fear, no hesitation in her eyes—just a cold, unwavering certainty. "You're outmatched."

Ayla, who had been momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of Selene, now found herself with a mix of relief and frustration swirling in her chest. 

She had expected to handle this herself, but seeing Selene already taking control of the situation made her heart both ache and soar. 

Selene... she always shows up.

The leader growled, motioning for two of his men to move in. "Take her down," he barked.

The next few seconds happened in a blur. Selene moved like a predator, fluid and fast. She sidestepped one thug's charge, sending him sprawling to the ground with a brutal elbow to his chest. 

Another tried to grab her from behind, but she spun around, her boot connecting with his face with a sickening crunch.

Ayla stood frozen for a split second, watching Selene move with such precision and power that it was almost like witnessing a beautiful, deadly dance. But this was no time to admire her. 

Ayla quickly snapped out of her daze, positioning herself behind a nearby trash bin, taking cover as the last thug lunged at Selene, his knife flashing in the dim light.

Selene's eyes narrowed. She dodged the first slash with ease, her movements so quick they were barely visible.

 Then, in one fluid motion, she grabbed his wrist, twisting it until the knife fell from his hand.