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She is heartless. She is hot as hell. She is as cold as ice. She is devious. She is MAYA. ------★------ Damaged orphan, Maya Olsen, raised by the powerful mafia boss, Luciano, goes after Salvatore Vitale. A billionaire, who has a file to her freedom and who also hurt her in ways that turned her cold and heartless. She would stop at nothing to see Salvatore dead. In LA, she gets entangled with what is better than the file she is after. Amari Louis. Will he be her redemption? Or her destruction? **********
Chapter 1 PROLOGUE
Prologue
Chapter song- Down by Marian Hill
In SOLID colored heels, she entered the glittering club. She wears a short red dress that barely covers her long, smooth and tanned legs. As she moved deeper inside the dimly lit club, her fierce red hair fluttered around.
She was clearly a beauty, as evidenced by the lustful smiles and gazes of drunken men as she passed them. She has a model-like build, beautiful hazel eyes, pointed nose and full lips. Her red hair was left loose and styled in subtle waves, and her face was perfectly made up.
Man, oh man! Was she ever stunning!
She stopped abruptly, giving the club a fierce, focused look like a lion, "Where could that son of a bitch be?" She thought.
Finally, she saw the old man staring lusciously at the strippers in front of him as he sat in the club's VIP area.
She smiled wryly, glad to have finally met her old target, and walked slowly toward him. As the old man poured dollar bills over the strippers, the old man was clearly enjoying himself.
For the night, maybe he'll get one. With that in mind, he happily spends his money on the women while oblivious to the menacing red-haired lurking towards him.
"Hi, pretty boy." The old man looked at her as she spoke seductively.
Slightly surprised, his eyes widened but his expression quickly changed to a lustful stare; a beauty for the evening he considered, still struggling to grasp the impending disaster awaiting him.
He said in a heavy Russian accent, "Why, hello pretty!!" His cocaine-stained teeth came into view.
Despite the grimace in her heart at his repulsive appearance, the red-haired beauty was adamant about gaining what she desired.
She turned to him, revealing her true intentions. He smiled brightly and hugged her waist. "I see you need company, so why dont we take this to the back? She muttered.
His eyes lit up with lust and he stood up surprisingly quickly for an elderly man. She looked around the club for the second time, taking note of the guards hovering around,
but she merely smirked.
🎵Are you down, down ,d-down, down🎵
They both entered the dimly lighted room, and the man circled her body.
🎵Down, down, d-d-down, down, d-down, down?🎵
"Slow down, tiger, I am in charge." She pushed him down to the bed, whispering.
🎵Are you down, are you down, are you d-d-d-d-down, are you down, are you down, are you d-d-down, are you?🎵
She climbed on top of him and straddled him.
Careful pretty, I aint that strong. He chuckled and grasped her waist.
He was one hell of a dumb lustful man, wasnt he?
🎵Down, down, down, d-d-d-down🎵
She gave him a sultry look and bent to kiss him on the cheeks.
🎵Are you, are you, are you d-d-down, down?🎵
He vehemently grabbed her breast with one hand, and on impulse she pulled a knife out of her thigh and stabbed him in the shoulder.
He cried out in pain, but unfortunately the club music was too loud for anyone to hear.
The red-haired beauty slowly bent down toward her face. "Where is he?" she called out impatiently.
Confused about what her crazy woman has asked, he gives her a confused look and whines, "I don't know who you're talking about, lady."
Not so impatient and angry, the redhead thrust the knife deep into his shoulder and punched him in the face. "Salvatore!" she nearly screamed, "where is he?" she grounded out.
"He's gone!" he cried out in pain, "It's too late, he's already on his way to the other side of the world, my God!" The red haired could care less for him being in pain, they all needed to pay for what they did to her.
She relentlessly pierced the knife into his shoulder. "Where?" she gritted out.
"Los Angeles! Please stop, it hurts!" he cried, making her laugh threateningly. "Thank you for your cooperation." She stood up, heading for the door, "One more thing," she paused and turned slowly, bloody knife in hand. The old man clutched his bloody shoulder, watching in horror as the blood, his own blood, flowed from the knife, "I am not so merciful." She then threw the knife as it quickly pierced his chest, killing him.
With a satisfied smile, she smoothed down her drunken dress and stroked her hair as she left the room for the main club.
She nodded to one of the guards, who gave her a quizzical look.
Realizing she was supposed to be in the room with his boss Antonio, he rushed into the room to see his boss' dead body. However, the redhead had already left the building before he could sound an alarm.
She got into her black convertible and drove off, ignoring the guards chasing her, "I will get you Salvatore and when I do, you will be dead." She gritted, clutching the steering wheel.
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