LADY ELÉONOR MAFIA BOSSS WOMAN

SOMEWHERE IN PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA.

"Boss, the spy just sent out a signal" A tattooed face man reported. Not daring to look into my eyes. I flickered the light of the cigarette, standing up straight. My tall statue, hovering over him despite the fact that he is big and burly. "Let's get started," I ordered. He bowed and left to inform the others outside.

Glaring at the cold metal door at the corner of the room, my lips curled into a devilish smirk. I Pushed open the metal door and all kinds of weapons and munitions came into view. I picked up the Lupara from the hidden corner of the room. "My favourite" I mumbled, kissing the barrel of the Lupara. Picking up a well pieced Bolt action rifle, I closed the metal door after confirming I had enough ammunition in my bag.

"Is everything ready?" I asked Diego, the man who had earlier reported the situation to me. "Yes boss, everything has been set. There's no way Fernandez is going to escape from us today" He replied, snorting at how hard Fernandez is going to fall.

An evil smirk once again plastered on my face. "Then let's set out now. Everything should go according to the plan" I instructed. "As you've ordered, boss" Diego promised. "Your end is today Fernandez" I whispered, balling my fist in excitement.

CENTRAL MARKET; LAS VEGAS.

A small and petite figure walked around the market area. Beyond tattered, is the description of the type of cloth she was wearing. With short stinky hair and long legs, fair skinned, skinny body with visible bone and Her chest, as flat as a plywood, There's nothing to show that she's actually a female except for her perky and attractive butts.

Her back asset stood out among the crowd. Some people keep wondering, which guy would have such an attractive back side? But none had the courage to ask.

Eléonor, glanced through the huge market area. Her stomach won't stop rumbling from hunger. She tiredly found a shade, sitting under it, Her stomach grumbled loudly again. Frowning, she sighted a brand new piece of clothing and shoes that was parked in a paper bag.

She watched as the buyer took out her card and paid the bill. The buyer collected the paper bag and headed out. Eléonor immediately stood up. She carefully followed the lady. Reaching a very crowded area of the market, she brushed shoulders with the lady Successfully replacing the bag she had earlier picked up from the market refuse dump with the bag the lady held. Eléonor, Hastily walked away with the lady's paper bag.

"Ah! What the hell am I holding? Oh my god!" Eugenie wailed!. She threw the trash bag away. Rotten food stuff instantly crawled out of the bag. Eugenie, scrunched her nose in disgust. "how the hell did my cloth bag get exchanged with this bag of trash?" she yelled, angrily.

"It's so common nowadays. Petty thieves everywhere. You just have to take heart" An old granny consoled her. Eugenie, Almost flared up from rage. Just because anyone can experience petty thieves doesn't mean she should. She is not just anyone, She is Eugenie Maddox. She raised her nose up with her shoulders held up high. She couldn't bother about some ordinary lowlife, She still had to accompany her dad to lunch with her handsome Mr. Rocco.

Eléonor, stopped at a secluded area. She panted heavily, bringing out the clothes from the bag. A short black knee length pants, a red baggy shirt, a pair of long white socks, a pair of white sneakers and what are these? She held up sexy black lace panties. She held it from different strange angles, examining the pants clearly.

What's the difference between wearing nothing and wearing this revealing piece... She asked no one in particular. Eléonor, Brought out a bra from the bag. Unlike normal girls would, she did not look embarrassed. Taking the bra, she sized it against her chest... This brasiér Is too large for me,, she exclaimed. Putting the bra aside, She glanced through the bag to see four one thousand dollar notes. Happily she took the items and left.

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After taking a clean bath in the public hot spring and changing into a set of clothes and shoes, Eleonor went over to the royal eatery.

Jax, Ryder, Lars, Mr. Maddox, Mr. Maddox's secretary, Wyatt and Eugenie, were seated around the huge table discussing business. "Mr. Rocco, this deal is definitely gonna benefit the both of us if we collaborate" Mr. Maddox grinned. Jax glared coldly at him without saying a word. 

"Mr. Rocco, why are you not saying anything? If we cooperate, we're both gonna achieve a lot" Maddox laughed cunningly. "Is that so~?" Jax finally asked, stressing the 'so'. Mr. Maddox broke into cold sweat. "yes, of.. Of Course" he nervously replied. "oh! Then How many percent do I benefit?" Jax taunted. "thirty percent. That's fair enough" Mr. Maddox grinned.

"F*ck, do you think our boss is easy to bully? You want seventy percent, giving us thirty percent, while we do the work! Who the hell do you think you are?" Lars exclaimed, hitting the table and standing up in the process. Ryder also frowned and glared at the other party. Jax, knocked on the table, restoring order. "Sit down, Lars. Mr. Maddox, what were we discussing earlier? How many percent did you say again?" Jax, asked. His calm and cold voice, dangerously seductive and soothing to the ear.. But, that didn't hide the danger and threat in his question.

Mr. Maddox became nervous. He knows better than offending this big shot. "Forty-five percent" Maddox replied, almost biting his tongue.

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