Alicia stared at the mafia in disdain, raising up her arms in surrender.

The mafia laughed wickedly. His laugh coming out as a squeak and whispers of air.

"Not so badass after all." he pulled the clip at the back of the gun setting the bullet into the caliber. No matter what happened today, he had to kill the stubborn receptionist!

In all his life, he has never faced such humiliation. Until today.

"Am sorry, please just let this slide," Alicia begged.

But got a peal of wicked laughter as a reply and the mafia put the muzzle of the gin on Alicia's temple.

He placed his index finger on the trigger and tugged on it gently as if letting Alicia count her seconds left to die.

But suddenly, his wicked smile disappeared as a grim expression replaced it.

Alicia had that same wicked smile she had when she kicked their asses.

Wasn't she afraid of their guns?

And the smile she had on was even scarier.

He dared not underestimate this one anymore.

He hurried his pull on the trigger and a boom sounded in the reception hall.

Screams filled the air when the gunshot sounded.

Everyone scrambled to their feet at the fear of getting shot next.

And stubborn Nicolai. Who was intent about wanting to see Alicia meet her end, watched from behind the counter. But his satisfied smile was short-lived when he saw Alicia still standing.

The mafia's pupils dilated when he saw that his target had missed. And that so, from such a close distance.

Alicia had held his arm upwards making the bullet hit one of the bulbs on the ceiling.

All the lights in the room flickered on and off as the external object in the electrical system caused a short circuit in the whole place.

Fear plunged the mafia as he felt the grip on his arm tighten.

He could feel Alicia's nails dig into his skin.

And the flickering lights made Alicia even scarier. Her sinister smile disappeared and reappeared every time the lights flicked. Like the demons in horror movies.

The mafia almost thought he was facing his biggest nightmare.

Although two more guns were pointed at her head.

She didn't care about them. It was like they didn't exist! The bulky guards were big and terrifying. Yet they were frozen in place by Alicia's aura.

Blood dripped off the man's arm as Alicia's nails had pierced deep into his flesh. So deep that his entire arm felt numb.

He didn't know he was bleeding until he looked at the floor beneath his arm. Where countless drops of blood stained. Like a drop of ink on a white parchment of paper.

Alicia used her free arm and elbowed the mafia's arm that held the gun, breaking it without hesitation. Making him drop his gun forcefully.

Before his gun could reach the ground, Alicia kicked it sending it into the air, before holding it with her right arm.

She turned around and leaned her back against the man's fat belly before sending a back elbow strike at his face.

Adding yet another painful sting to his nerves!

He didn't know which body part he should attend to first. His face hurt a lot and so did his broken arm that now hanged like boneless tissue.

To him, it felt like an eternity. But in reality, it all happened in an instant.

In just a second, the situation had turned

Although it was still a one-on-two face-off. With only the mafia out of the picture. The guards' arms trembled as they stared into Alicia's killer eyes.

To those who watched from aside, it was like they were fast-forwarding a movie because of the constant flickering of lights.

The reception hall plunged into total darkness as the lights blacked out.

But the bright short-second sparks of firing guns illuminated the place again.

Paaa! Paaa! Paaa!

The panicked guards had shot in front of them as soon as the place turned dark.

Their knees trembled non-stop as they didn't know what Alicia would do to them in the dark.

She works here! And there was no telling if she knew this place like that back of her palm.

The lights flickered back on. And when they looked around, Alicia wasn't to be seen.

Their boss's petrified expression was the first thing they saw.

There were three bullet holes on the wall behind him and two lines of open wounds decorated both his cheeks.

Two of the bullets they fired had grazed the side of his cheeks.

Although they didn't hit him directly, it was extremely painful for the mafia as he felt his two new wounds burned like hellfire.

He was so scared that he couldn't utter a single word to rebuke his bodyguards.

Tonight had to be the worst day in his entire life.

The bodyguards, on the other hand, were trembling even more! Their grip on the gun shook profusely as they looked around for the killer Alicia.

The mafia was rendered motionlessly in fear. Not because of the bullets that nearly killed him. But the figure that stood behind his guards.

"Be... Beh...i behind you!" he tried to warn in between his shaking breaths.

But it was too late. As Alicia had already struck the back of their heads with the gun's handle.

Two thuds sounded in the air as the burly guards dropped to the ground, unconscious!

The fat mafia retreated in fear as he watched the psychopath, Alicia approaching him.

His back hit the wall as there was no more room for retreat.

He cursed the wall as he wished he could simply pass through it.

He looked down at his trousers when he felt something warm flow down his thighs.

And a yellow liquid stained the floor.

He immediately looked to his right, in search of the door and when he saw it, he immediately dashed to it.

Feeling like it was his only hope of survival.

But before he could step out of it, he felt a soft hand grab the back of his collar.

Although it was soft, it was simply immovable. And he couldn't advance any further.

He turned around, petrified. As he knew that his end had dawned.

"Please no... Leave me alone. Spare me. I am really sorry. What do you want? Money? Cars? Mansions? You can have them all. Just let me walk out of that door." he begged desperately.

But Alicia simply copied the wicked laughter he did.

"Oh, dear... I want one thing."Alicia said as she looked down at the man. With the wicked smile gone. And replaced with an angry stare.

Looking up at her face, the mafia felt goosebumps rise along his spine.

" One thing! Yes... Just state it. I'll give you everything! "

" Glad to know. I want your d**k."

The mafia shuddered at the way Alicia said those words.

They came out as low as a growl. An angry one!

But his naughty mind made him think otherwise.

He grinned from ear to ear as he stared naughtily at Alicia;" You want it? Fine... Let's go! "

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, the next statement Alicia made shook him to his spine yet again. Ten times more violent than the rest!

"tsk tsk tsk..." Alicia shook her head at the man's stupidity.

"You misunderstand. Why is your mind so rotten..." She walked to the counter and picked up a jar of pickles, "I want it in in this."

Opening it, she emptied the contents and displayed it in front of the mafia.

"But... But how?" the mafia's voice shivered.

"Hehehe... Cut it off! You don't deserve it, bastard. You're no man."

She stretched out her arm and grabbed the intersection of the man's wet pants.

Moving him by that area, tossing him across the room.

When the mafia landed, he discovered another piercing pain that traveled across the length of his stomach from his balls. It felt like his little balls had been smashed.

And his little monster felt numb.

He immediately grappled the hurting area with his uninjured hand.

His mouth gaped open as he struggled for breath.

But in the next moment, Alicia was already hovering above him.

He could only see her fist swing at him before he was knocked out cold.