Loving the Billionaire Mafia

Ellinita's POV:

"Krill, are you sure you can do it?" Charlotte asked me.

Charlotte Sukehiro is my best friend. Since I entered Silvertian, I have been with her up until this last mission.

"Sure, this is me. You and George will get the spy van ready," I said in front and stood up.

I went to the make-up table and put lipstick on my face. My role is now that of a club stripper in a VIP room. I will knock down a long-wanted fugitive in the Middle East.

I was wearing a short red leather deep-cut v-neck latex dress, typically worn by strippers at the club. I paired it up with red stilettos.

"I'll get going, Charlotte. Just wait for me and George outside," I said, winking at Charlotte.

"Okay, bitch, hurry up," she said, handing me a Caliber-45 with a silencer.

I nodded at Charlotte and put the gun on my upper thigh. I also tied my hair to look seductive.

Charlotte and I went out together but went our separate ways. I headed to the second floor, where the VIP rooms are.

I entered through a glass door. A dance floor appeared in front of me with a pole in the middle. There was also a couch in front of it, and an old Arab man was sitting there.

"Too bad, you're already old," I whispered.

I put on my mask before entering the room completely. I can see the old man's grin.

I came to him and sat next to him. I immediately felt his hand on my thigh, so I hit it.

"Oh, conservative, are you? How much money do you want me to pay you?" he asked.

He is not that good at speaking English. He is an old Arab. The biggest drug dealer in the Middle East is Abdul Ibrahim.

"Ten million, can you pay me?" I asked.

I handed him the wine glass with cyanide in it. Everything is planned; I just need to execute it properly.

"Of course, dear, here," he said, taking out a chequebook.

He gave me two checks containing $5 million each. This one is really rich; that's why he's so influential; he really needs to be eliminated.

I took the check from his hand and rolled it. I stuffed it in my cleavage.

I saw the old Arab man swallow. He drank the wine with cyanide, which made me grin.

I stood up from where I was sitting and took a position near the pole. I turned the speaker on and started grinding.

I spun around the pole and danced seductively. Just two more minutes, and this old man is going to die.

"Show me your boobs," said the old Arab, Fucking Bastard.

Because of my annoyance, I pulled out the calibre 45 hidden in my thigh and shot him in the head. I got off the dance floor and checked his pulse.

"You're a jerk; thank you for the ten million. I can buy a few Cornettos with this."

I shot him in the head again to make sure he was dead. I also filled the glass with wine and poured it on him. Pervert, he pissed me off.

I returned the gun to my thigh and fixed myself. A little blood splattered on my arm, so I wiped it off.

I walked out of the VIP room as if nothing had happened. I even saw Abdul Ibrahim's bodyguards talking outside. They did not know that their master was dead.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I got out of the Maringo's Club. I was about to go to the parking lot when someone stopped next to my van.

"Come with us if you don't want to get hurt." The man who got out of the van whispered to me and pointed the knife at me.

"Are you going to put that down, or do you want to get hurt?" I also asked calmly.

He was about to hit me in the neck when I twisted his hand around. He screamed in pain, so I picked up the knife that had fallen and put it on his side.

Two masked men got out of the van and rushed at me. I thought I couldn't fight anymore.

They rushed at me at the same time, so I ran to a light pole. I went up there and spun around, so I kicked both of them at the same time.

I took the gun from my thigh and shot them in the chest. I was about to turn around when I heard a gunshot.

"Weak creatures; she's just a girl, and you couldn't put her to sleep," said a man behind me.

"Put down your gun and face me," he ordered, so I quickly obeyed.

I slowly lowered the gun and looked at him boredly. He is also wearing a mask.

"What do you need?"

I had not finished speaking when he pulled the trigger of the gun. I looked at my shoulder where it hit me; the bullet was a needle.

I fell to the floor because of the dizziness. My vision is getting blurry, and it's like someone is pulling me to sleep.

This is my last mission to Silvertian, but I might be kidnapped. What luck!

"Sweet dreams, Krill. The boss needs you as bait."

Said the man who shot me before I completely lost consciousness.