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Luisa closed the tab of her dark web, and re-opened the google tab on her PC. There isn't any useful info about him on the internet, other than the fact that he is the CEO of The Miller Tech Corp, an illusion created to sway the public's focus from what they were really on and he was hot as hell with rumors of dating scandals here and there, nothing that could be of use to her. Smart, she thought. She would have tasked Lorenzo with the quest of finding out what or who she could use as leverage against him, but she didn't want to risk him getting too close, so he would not falter, she still had use for him after all.
She needed to be at Manchester on Saturday, she has a target, a renowned judge in the UK. He really pissed them off, whoever they were, was ready to pay $50m for his life.
Her phoned pinged with the notification of the deposit of a half payment, she knew it was time to start packing, she didn't have much to pack, just one mini box that looked harmless, but was in fact, a sniper riffle, designed by her. Her father always marveled at her creativity. She designed most of the equipment and food (drugs) that kept her family afloat for years. Her last and most valuable one being the Eclaircissant. A very potent drug with the aptitude for absolute ecstasy. It was an efficacious novel experiment that was going to be introduced, along with her as the new Don of the De Rossi mafia, just two weeks, before her life drastically took a U-Turn.
Luisa clenched her jaw as she stared out the window of her Boeing 747-8 VIP private jet headed for Manchester. At first, she had planned to not take on any jobs, and just focused on her mission, extirpating her enemies one by one but, that would draw attention, they would see her coming and will eventually realize that she, the last line of the De Rossi family was back for revenge, that she was the Hollow. She couldn't allow that. The advantage she had now, was the element of surprise. If she lost that, the she might have as well lost the battle. It's better if they thought this was about some petty discord about power, between them and some mid mob or mafia. They won't ever see her coming.
With every imagined scream, she found solace in the cruel fate she'd devised for her foes. Snuffing out her cigar on the ash tray placed in front of her, she took one more sip of her cognac. With a contended sigh, she settled into the bed's downy softness, letting its coziness lull her into a peaceful slumber.
The road ahead blurred as the gaze of the uber driver drifted, helplessly entranced by the captivating beauty in his back seat, he really tried to control himself from his stray thoughts, but his efforts were as his resolve as he could feel himself harden with each fleeting glance. If there was one thing her father vigorously taught her, it was how to be tremendously observant
Luisa would have made one hell of an inspector if she wasn't part of the underworld. She notices every minute detail hence, why it wasn't so hard for her to figure out the driver's phony efforts at hiding his bulge. The way his thighs were almost glued together, and clammy hands gripping the steering wheel like his life depends on it, as if his stiff posture wasn't already a dead giveaway, his eyes kept dancing between her face and cleavage, staying a tad bit longer on the latter. The best words to describe Luisa's mood right now would be intense exasperation. She couldn't really blame him, she was well aware of the fact that she is profoundly gorgeous. Men flocked around her like moths to a flame, and women like bees around honey. Luisa would easily fuck all of Italy's finest if she wanted to, but she was picky. It takes a lot to draw her attention, Francesco intrigued her, it wasn't like he was the first 30 plus to be interested in her 19-year-old self. There was something about him that had her curious, perhaps the multiple times she'd observed him fought a losing battle with his eyes or impulse, the way he tried so had to abide by his morals. She wanted to make him falter, she loved how he tried to restrain himself, and had wanted to break his resolve. He didn't flock around her like the others, and she liked him for it.
The honk of the uber brought her attention back to the beautiful city of Manchester. She stared out the window, ignoring the imprudent driver who was oblivious to the she-devil that sat in the backseat of his Toyota yaris. Upon reaching her destination, Luisa highlighted from the air-conditioned vehicle, collecting her small sized box from the driver who had gone to collect it from his trunk, she handed him a thousand-euro bill, ignoring his words of gratitude, she headed for her modern luxurious apartment in Didsbury.
The house was situated on a private estate, surrounded by lush greenery and tall trees, the exterior façade is clad in a sleek, silver-grey granite with expensive glass windows and sliding doors that seamlessly blend indoors and outdoors. She traveled down the private driveway that divides towards the end, with one end leading to a spacious parking area and triple garage, while the other end, which she took, leads to the entrance marked by an oversized front door, crafted from solid oak and adorned with sleek, chrome hardware. Luisa placed her thumb on the fingerprint sensor causing the door to slid open to unveil a airy, double-height hallway, with a dramatic sweeping staircase, and a private elevator that led to the living areas. The walls of the hallway were beautified by original artwork, while a stunning, crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a phantasmagoria of colors across the floor. Luisa took the elevators to the open-plan living area that featured a spacious lounge, formal dining area, and a state-of-the-art kitchen. The lounge is equipped with a gas fireplace surrounded by plush, black sofas and armchairs. She headed straight for one of the five bedrooms completely ignoring the master's bedroom, because she intends to implement her mission right from her comfort zone, and the guestroom offered the perfect angle and range for her to demonstrate her sniper's excellence.
The walls, adorned with a rich wallpaper in a subtle, neutral hue, provides luxurious furnishings. Soft looking fluffy grey colored rug, add warmth and texture to the airy room. Against one wall, a resplendent, floor-to-ceiling window, framed by stunning, silk drapes in a soft shimmering silver hue offers an incredible view of the surrounding landscape. In the center of the room, a majestic, king-sized bed, draped in lavish white linens and piled high with an assortment of plush, downy pillows. The bed was held by a sturdy dark-wood frame that exudes a sense of solidity. Luisa swiftly cleared the bed to provide a serene and uninterrupted space, mutilating her luggage box to divulge the beastly beauty that is her favorite toy, Luisa arranged the sniper on the plush bed, and set it in the perfect angle against her mission tomorrow morning.
Her target, a very prominent legal practitioner and CEO of Harry & Halen Corp. The public labelled him a reputable judge, but if only they knew he was the leader of a callous mafia, who bit more than he could chew. She couldn't wait to get this done and refocus on her own personal assignment.
As dusk surrendered to the allure of night, Manchester's ambient hue deepened, gradually yielding to a darker theme as nightfall encased the city with gentle, yet unstoppable, certainty. Luisa's stomach growled in protest, so she headed for the kitchen to fix herself a quick hot plate, before switching into something comfier, a white tee and a black short.
She tossed and turned on the make-shift bed, she had improvised on the marbled floor, she knew it was a waste of time when she attempted to rest her eyes a little, it has never worked, and right now was no different. She stood up, shrugging the duvet off of her body. she held the brown cigar between her lips as she lit it, its butt emitting a soft red glow and cackling sound as she dragged, and dragged, before puffing out thick smoke that seemed to last for hours, with a lit cigar in between the index and middle finger of her left hand, and a red wine in her right, she sat on the cushioned single sofa that faced the floor to ceiling windows that offered a spectacular view of the stunning Manchester.
She sat, doing a little bit of sipping and a little bit of dragging and puffing, as she unwearyingly waited for dawn. Eyes clear and void of tiredness, she could never sleep, the night before a mission.