The Mafia Queen's Little Prince

CHAPTER 12: The Crowned Queen of Apeilés

Phoenix's POV

12:13 am, Thursday

I've been waiting for almost an hour and I was finally in front of the line.

I don't even know if this is a good idea.

but like, fuck it.

While the bouncer checked the I.D. of the guy in front of me, a car arrived and parked right outside of the club.

It was a Red McLaren.

It's windows were heavily tinted so as to give the people inside some privacy.

Must be someone famous.

I could hear people talking and murmuring as to who the person was. As the whispering turned into loud gossiping, the person in the car finally emerged.

Wow.

The loud talking was soon stopped as everyone watched the lady getting down from her car.

The old man, I assumed was her driver, assisted her by holding out a hand and helping her to emerge out of the said vehicle.

I was shocked at her beauty.

Well, who wouldn't be? It felt like even the people from across the street stopped just to look at her.

It was like staring at an angel.

The more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes.

The way her white off shoulder maxi dress gives her an even greater aesthetic appearance.

Along with the slit of her dress that reached up to her mid thigh, revealing her white laced heels.

She wore a lovely gold necklace that settled against her very defined collar bone, showcasing the moon pendant of the beautiful jewelry.

A white purse was placed at her right hand that really pulled the outfit together.

Her lips were tinted with a dark shade of lipstick, that very much complimented her pale complexion.

Her jawline was sharper than my IQ.

But her eyes were blocked by her monroe hat. As if to hide her identity to the world.

Everyone was in total awe as they admired the beautiful Goddess walk in front of them, but someone just had to ruin it.

And that someone, was the guy in front of me.

"Get in line, line cutter!" He shouted. Causing the beautiful lady in white to stop in her tracks.

She slowly turned her head towards the man.

"Yeah, that's right. Go to the back, and wait for your fucking turn!"

Oh he is so not getting in.

The woman turned her body towards the man with her head hanging low.

We watched her took something out of her bag.

What the fuck was that?

She started walking towards the guy in front of me. Luckily, I had a front row seat as I watched all of this shit happen.

I should have brought some popcorn.

Everyone was at the edge of their seats, as we watched the lady stop in front of him.

The tension was so thick I could cut it with a knife.

She looked so innocent.

Yet her smile wasn't.

It's....different.

There was something sinister about it.

Her smile gave me chills.

It wasn't a type of smile that will give you butterflies in your stomach, it was more on a wolverine trying to claw its way out of your stomach kind of shit.

"W-what?" He tried to act tough, but it was obvious that he was freaking out at how scary the woman was.

Even I felt it. Heck, even the last person in line felt it.

As she puts more weight unto her right leg, she swiftly raised her hand, the object still hidden.

But what she did next amazed me.

She started sprayed him with a fucking canister of pepper spray.

The man yelled in agony as the lady continued to empty the small can of aerosol spray.

I wanted to laugh so hard.

But of course I chose not to, since I still need my eyes to find my way home.

"Make it stop!" He begged. Yet, no one tried to help. No one dared to stop her. Not even the bouncers.

Even the bouncers looked scared.

As she finished, she threw the now empty can of pepper spray at the man's head, followed by her kicking him right in the balls.

Ouch.

I was surprised at the fact that her dress wasn't tainted by the droplets from the pepper spray. Like, how?

She smiled at the sight of the poor man. The smile that can haut people in their dreams.

She was looking down, her face still hidden from the crowd.

As the man tried to move, she quickly stomped on the man's hand and practically puncturing it with the heel of her shoe. The man cried in pain as he looked at his precious hand getting crushed.

"Get him out of here." Her voice was strict and low, almost like a growl.

The two bouncers took the man away as one of them opened the door for her.

I smiled as I watched her enter the club.

Didn't even looked back at the poor man who's groans grew louder by the second.

Now that kids, is what you call a badass.

Everyone was still in shock.
But, all I could say was..

This lady was no angel.