Elena POV

Why are guys so gullible.

It's actually quite funny.

You can really get anything you want if you play it right.

I thought it would be harder to play fuck boy Luca but that guy can't keep it in his pants.

Peace between our gangs is good though.

We are both very powerful and I know that a war would not be fun.

I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that we would win.

Although, I am aware that my gang would be noticeably smaller.

"Hey sexy, want to dance," a guy ask.

I turned around to see a guy in about his 30's.

His hair was gelled back and he was wearing a tailored suit.

I just smiled politely.

"No thank you," I say.

I turn around to walk away.

A hand grabs my wrist and pulls me into someone.

"What the fuck," I seethe.

The guy only smiles at me.

He wraps his arms around me.

I smirk at him.

"If you don't get your filthy hands off of me I swear to god you will have a bullet in that sex driven head of yours," I state.

"Oh princess, your a lady. Let the men do the job," he squeezes my ass. "The mafia is run by men. You are a just a pathetic little girl who knows nothing. How much do you bet the men do all the work. Why don't you just sit back and let us do the work?" He says.

I let out a dry chuckle.

"You done," I ask well backing up slowly.

He nods.

Before he could respond I pull the gun from under my dress and shoot him.

Right between the eyes.

Blood splatters everywhere, my face included, but I ignore it.

The room goes silent and all eyes are on me.

"When I said I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head, I wasn't joking. Do I look like I give a shit if a mafia is usually run by men. I have a business to run, I have no time for you men and your sexist comments. I am not some weak girl you can feel up and try to fuck. The next man that touches me I will kill, then destroy there whole gang. I don't give a shit who you are, if I don't give your permission to touch me I won't hesitate to shoot your perverted ass heads off, understand?" I question.

A chorus of yes 'Ma'am's' and 'okays' are heard.

"No disrespect Ms. Torres but what are we supposed to do. You just killed are boss," a guy asked.

He is easily twice my size, and has tattoos all over him.

He looks nervous as hell.

I smirk.

"I'm sorry, bro? But your boss should stop getting hands with the mafia boss. You are welcome to join my gang or just disburst yours." I say nonchalantly.

He nods.

Luca's POV

Once I pull myself together a walk slowly behind her. Watching her every move. Something about this girl intrigues me. It pulls me to her.

Peace between our gangs is good.

She would definitely win against us.

Not that the fight would be fast.

It would drag for weeks maybe months.

In the end She would be down a lot of man power but I would have nothing.

We both know that.

It's just not worth it though.

Ryan walks up behind Elena.

He stares at her ass for a bit before speaking.

"Hey sexy, want to dance," the guy asks.

She turns around to face him.

She studies him for a bit before smiling politely.

I roll my eyes.

Ryan is a huge dick.

10 bucks says she shoots him by the end of the night.

"No thank you," She says nicely.

She turns to walk away but he grabs her wrist pulling her into him.

I almost interfered but I feel as though she'd get all pissy about being able to handle herself.

"What the fuck," she seethes.

Ryan only smiles.

A predatory smile.

As though he would eat her up.

He wraps his arms around her well she just smirks at him.

"If you don't get your filthy hands off of me I swear to god you will have a bullet in that sex driven head of yours," she states as though it's a known fact.

"Oh princess, your a lady. Let the men do the job," he squeezes her ass. My jaw clenched. "The mafia is run by men. You are a just a pathetic little girl who knows nothing. How much do you bet the men do all the work. Why don't you just sit back and let us do the work?" He says.

She let's out a dry chuckle.

"You done," She asks well backing up slowly.

She's so bout to shoot him.

He nods.

Before he could respond She pulls out a gun from under her dress and shoots him.

The room goes silent and all eyes are on her.

"When I said I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head, I wasn't joking. Do I look like I give a shit if a mafia is usually run by men. I have a business to run, I have no time for you men and your sexist comments. I am not some weak girl you can feel up and try to fuck. The next man that touches me I will kill, then destroy there whole gang. I don't give a shit who you are, if I don't give your permission to touch me I won't hesitate to shoot your perverted ass heads off, understand?" She questions.

Everyone agrees, including me.

"No disrespect Ms. Torres but what are we supposed to do. You just killed are boss," Connor asks.

He's a sweet kid who Ryan forced into the gang.

Threatened his family's safety and all that fun stuff.

He is easily twice her size, and has tattoos all over him.

He looks nervous as hell.

She smirks, I chuckle.

"I'm sorry, bro? But your boss should stop getting hands with the mafia boss. You are welcome to join my gang or just disburst yours." She says nonchalantly.

He nods.

She walks away.

The DJ continues the music well I follow her.

I walk up behind her.

"Don't shoot sugar cube," I saw calmly.

She turns around trying to hide a smile.

I grab her hand and pull her into another dance.

"You wanna know something funny?" I ask.

She nods.

"I predicted you were going to shoot him before the night ended." I saw matter of factly.

She smiles.

"That predictable aye," she asks.

"No, I just knew you don't handle dicks well and Ryan is one so I made a conclusion." I say.

She rolls her eyes.

"Anyway, you still look beautiful, even with the blood on your face." I say.

A hint I amusement in my voice.

She shakes her head.

"You just don't give up do you?" She asks.

I just chuckle.

I wipe the blood from her cheek with my thumb leaning in by her ear.

"By the way, I dig the shoes," I whisper.

She laughs and I smile.

A real smile.

The music ends and I let go.

"I better make my exit, I have beauty sleep to catch up on," she says, sending me a wink.

I follow her.

She grabs her friends hand and drags her to the door.

She hands her friends keys and she leaves.

Elena reaches under the table by the front door.

She pulls out a bike helmet and walks out.

I follow her.

"You don't need beauty sleep, gorgeous," I say.

She just smiles and climbs on a Harley Davidson.

A Cobra 2017 Speedster Harley to be exact.

To say I liked it would be a understatement.

She pulls out her bun, letting her hair around her shoulders.

"Well, see you around lover boy," she says slipping on her helmet, starting her bike, and driving off.