Fatale Woman

Chapter 1

The tigress

Fabiola

I get out of the car surrounded by six men: my close guard, They are tall, beautiful, and as fatal as death. I love walking like this, among themselves, so that people wonder who I am:

The daughter of a president? Businesswoman ? The president of a country? the heiress to a large fortune?

Who am I ?

I'm sure you're asking yourself this question too. But don't worry, I'll enlighten you.

My name is Fabiola dos Santos

I am the godfather of the Brazilian mafia. I got this place back when my parents died.

Yes, my parents died in a plane crash, caused by one of our enemies. I don't know yet which mafia family did it, but I will do everything I can to find out who killed my parents.

I arrived in Australia to conclude a very juicy contract.

I privatized two floors of a five-star hotel for my safety.

My guards take the time to inspect the hotel from top to bottom. To ensure that none of our enemies

have hidden a bomb, or even make sure that no one is hidden in one of the rooms.

After the inspection, we go up to my suite. The suite has three rooms, one of which I will occupy, the other two will be occupied by two guards, the other four will act as watchmen and they will replace each other whenever necessary.

My date at a strip club. The appointment is for eight p.m. I'm lounging in my bath, thinking about this contract.

I call my first colleague

- Jorgi, you can send scouts to the meeting site.

- Good Boss.

I grew up with Jorgi, he is a year older than me, his father was mine's right-hand man, but his father died protecting mine when we were fifteen. My father raised us together as brothers and sisters. We followed the same training, there was no favor for women.

I was treated like a man, because I had to take over. I was raised as a real man, no room for feelings, no room for regrets, it's kill or be killed.

I get out of the bathtub and dress like a femme fatale, because where the best men have failed, I "the femme fatale" succeed. I have the power in my hands, with a single look the most hardened of men throws himself at my feet,

With a smile, the most faithful of men becomes an infidel. With a look in my cleavage the fiercest of men purrs like a puppy.

I am the tigress who when she roars