THE MOURNING MAFIA (DUAL VOLUME)

Ms. Thompson Will Meet You Now!

The sky was clear as water; amidst the white and blue blankets of clouds, emerged out the grey machine. The blades rotated at a faster rate making an ear-shattering noise. With each passing second, the noise got louder as the machine descended on the white helipad awaiting it. The area was being guarded by thirty-armed people, out of which ten were tall, lean, smart and confident females while rest of the population consisted of the brave men.

Once the helicopter finally touched the ground the glass doors slid open to the left side, as immediately the pilot along with another guard came out to help the person making their grand presence.

The pilot forwarded his hand, and the gloved hand was kept in his palms as the person forwarded their one foot ahead on the staircase, and then the tall figure jumped down the metallic staircase.

"Welcome back to Vienna, Ma'am!" The chorus voices of all the security guards echoed as they saluted the queen of entire Austria, Simone Thompson.

The lady in the royal blue jacket with black denim, gloves and long boots. A scarf wrapped around her neck, whilst another covered her face—giving a view of her red-hot lips and blue lensed eyes which exactly complimented with the jacket she wore.

"Did you miss me, Vienna????" Her thunderous voice roared in the air. She stretched her arms wide inhaling the fragrance of her hometown with closed eyes.

As her eyes fluttered open everyone lowered their heads; she took a good view of one and all around with her lips twitching in an evil line.

"Of course, it missed me. How can it not when I breathe life into this deadly place!" She laughed sarcastically at her own words whilst none of them even dared to smile at her witty one-liner.

The irony of her life was she never stayed in one place for a long time. It was no different this time as she had gone on her regular mysterious trips to another part of the country to practice Protection Racketeering for the women-owned organization who were facing the male dominance in the industry.

Her job was to simply safeguard the ones who bring immense of profit to her, but the ways she used were highly dangerous as well as illegal. At times which resulted in the violence and criminal disputes between those who dared to stand against her. But only she was the dictator of the end.

Blood, fights, chaos, violence, playing with arms, were indeed the pleasurable moments of this Mafia Girl, who was anything but a mercy, contrary to all feminine character traits.

"Is the car ready?"

The girl driver immediately came to the front with a bowed head. Simone smirked with her eyes dancing in amusement.

"You all look so genially sexy in these black dresses with your heads bowed down. Perfect discipline." She remarked in her devilish tone checking her watch—the only jewel on her body.

The only thing that was allowed for people to do in her presence was to stand and breathe. No talking; no smiling; no arguments and most importantly, no eye to eye contacts.

In short, she was given the treatment of a Goddess and the one who dares to break that trend must be grounded for life because the queen never tolerated indiscipline in her court.

As Simone forwarded her gloved hand for the keys, the female driver immediately handed her the set biting back the insides of her cheeks at the mere thought of accidentally touching the Devil who will show no mercy on her. But it was her lucky day, and she saved herself from not pissing of her boss by her clumsy act.

The valet brought the black shiny, Audi R8 almost giving Simone the view of her own dark reflection in the mirror of the car. She smiled wickedly touching the roof of the car.