Athaliah Kensington's Pov.

After the confrontation, a week ago, I locked myself in my room. I do not want to answer any more of their questions. Some of the brothers are quite persistent. They knock at my door for me to spend time with them.

Initially, I used to answer their knocks. But now, I don't even bother to. This is way more beneficial to me than I initially thought. I can sneak out of the mansion whenever I want.

I usually go out to meet mom and dad. It's been way too long for my emotional health since I met my parents.

After I told mom and dad everything, they became more concerned for me. So much that they even shifted in my vicinity.

It was a really peaceful night for me when I slept in my mom's lap. I forgot about almost everything. No Kensington brothers. No Mafia. No school.

Just me, my mom and dad.

A perfect little family.

Right now, I am getting ready to bring hell to one of the members of Russian Mafia. He has been a pain in the ass lately. Dad told me about his whereabouts. He told me not to kill him. He is important to be kept alive for the information we need.

"Sweetheart, are you sure you don't want to join us for a movie night.?" Ezekiel asked banging at my door for the 29th time already/

"Just go. I want some peace."

"You are having peace since a week now, darling. At least show us your face. The only glimpse I get of yours is at school. That too, for a few seconds." Kaelen said.

Ignoring him, I strapped my Poignard dagger to my thigh. Making bun of my hair, I use my Stiletto dagger as a bun stick. I am not going as Cicada. No one should know the relation between Spanish Mafia and an assassin.

I am wearing a sleeveless fitted bodice dress made of a sleek fabric adorned with rhinestone embellishments that catch the light. The dress has a flowing, sheer skirt that starts at the waist and drapes elegantly, creating a graceful, airy look. The back of the dress is open, giving it a bold yet delicate touch, while the rhinestones add a touch of sparkle to the overall design.

To cover up my scars, I am wearing tons of makeup. I know I will have to do a lot of work while removing it.

Once I am sure that there is no one at my door, I turn towards my window to jump out of it.

Hades is as usual there, near the mansion, to drop me to the club named Midnight Mirage.

"How is your wound, boss?" Hades asked.

"It is almost healed up."

"What information do we have on the club?" I asked willing to know more about the location where I am performing a dance performance.

"It is mostly used for cracking lethal deals. So, there is a chance you will encounter any Mafia men there. You brothers could also be there."

I sighed. It is going to be hellish if Kensington brothers saw me there. But I would be happy to piss them off.

Reaching the club, I went to the changing room to give myself a last touch. I safely tucked my handgun in my dress.

"Are you the one who is performing?" A lady barged into the room and asked.

"Yes."

"Be ready in 5 then."

I gave myself a last look and wore a small sheer face veil and went on stage which is on the second floor. Everybody can be seen from here.

As the song 'Money' by Lisa started playing, I entered the stage in a dramatic and captivating manner. I started dancing along to the beat with a sense of allure, adding energy and charm to the dance.

I glanced around me. There are a lot of people, but I still didn't see the one for whom I am here.

My crop top and skirt move with every twist and shimmy, the skirt flows out when I spin and swishes around my legs. The sharp beats of the track drive my movements: sharp body rolls, a little bounce in my step, and the occasional glance toward the crowd, knowing that I am drawing attention without even trying.

The song hits the iconic line, "Money, money, money..." and I am right in my element, the world around me fading away as I nail every drop, the crowd buzzing with energy. I subtly scanned the room but never lost the beat.

As the chorus kicks in, I take a few steps closer to the bar, my movements fluid and enticing, but with a hint of playfulness, knowing I am catching someone's eye. My gaze flicks across the crowd, and then—there he is Cornor. Standing at the bar at the ground floor, the guy's eyes lock with mine for a second.

He scans my every move.

He abandoned his alcohol and started taking his steps towards me. As the song reaches the last beat, he is standing in front me.

"Are you available?" he asked.

"What if I am and what if I am not."

"Even if you are not, I will not let you steal the spotlight of this club any more by your dance. I will drag you with me." he replied.

I chuckled a little and said staring right into his eyes,

"I don't need to dance to steal the spotlight."

"Then?" he asked.

"With a gun in hand, I will take it all,

By throwing down the stairs, I watch it fall."

With that, I pulled out my gun and pushed him from the second floor.

Cornor fell through the air, flailing momentarily before crashing with a sickening thud onto a large, glass-topped table below.

The glass shatters upon impact, shards scattering across the floor, glinting in the flashing lights. The crowd freezes for a split second, an instinctive gasp rising from the sea of people. A woman near the table stumbles back in shock, her hands flying to her mouth in disbelief.

The music stutters, briefly interrupted by the chaos, before the DJ cuts it completely. Nobody left their place to look for the fallen man. Everyone is glued to their spots, their eyes frantically moving towards the possible threat.

These kinds of things are common in clubs like this.

I raised my gun in the air and said,

"Sorry fellas didn't mean to interrupt you. Please, carry on."

With that nobody paid any heed to the man lying on the now shattered table, wincing.

Drawing back my gun, I made my way down the stairs.

"Your time has come. Let's get you out of here." I told Cornor who is now wincing in pain.

"Wh....who are yo..you?" He asked.

"Your doom."

What I didn't notice was the piece of glass in his hands that he suddenly slashed at me.

It hit directly on my upper arm. I stepped back for a moment which he took advantage of and ran out of the club from the back door.

"Your biggest mistake, you fool." I murmured.

I slowly followed.

Without warning, I lunged toward him, grabbing his arm with a grip like iron. My smirk widens, as I find this all amusing. He tries to pull away, panic setting in as he darts toward the door. The clubgoers, lost in their own world, barely notice the struggle, the chaos of the night drowning out his desperate attempts to escape.

However, I didn't stop there. My pace quickens, relentlessly. I weave between people effortlessly, closing the gap between him and I with every step. His breathing becomes shallow, a rising fear flooding him as he crashes through the crowd, knocking into tables and chairs. He's afraid for his life now, his mind scrambling for a way out.

He moved forward to the parking lot. But I jumped a few short walls and leaned on a car in the parking lot, waiting for him.

Just as he reaches the car park, he turns to see me standing in the doorway, my expression chillingly calm, my smirk still in place. I don't say a word. The look in my eyes tells him everything — I am not letting him go, not now, not ever. He tries to push past me, but my grip is on him again, pulling him back.

"Where do you think you're going?" I whispered, my voice almost tender, though the menace is clear.

He feels the weight of my gaze as it locks on him, a hunter ready to finish what I started.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Have you done so many evil deeds that you can't even remember who's on your back?" I asked, finding him amusing.

"Leave me. If my boss got to know, he would kill you."

"As expected, you are a coward who stays in the back and bark orders to commit sins."

"Well, looks like your jar of sins is full now. You will have to pay for your sins." I continued.

Saying that, I punched straight into his face. He fell back dure to the impact. I slowly walked over to him and said,

"Do you have any idea how many families you have destroyed?" I asked in a slow tone.

I punched him in the stomach. He squirmed, holding his stomach tightly.

"You ordered your men to kidnap girls and sell them in brothels." I yelled at his face. My voice reaching the top note.

I am furious just by thinking about the innocent girls he sold to the monsters. The thought of the little girls getting even an ounce of the treatment I had to endure makes me loose my senses.

But I control them. I will have my quality time in torturing this piece of shit.

I stood up, my eyes glaring the sorry excuse of the man at my feet.

"You caught him?" Hades asked, coming in my direction.

I nodded and said,

"Take him to the basement. We need some answers from him and I need to blow off my steam."

Hades nodded and went to grab this man. He started shouting and thrusting.

Oh God. Bless my ears.

"Hades, make him silent." I commanded.

After nodding, he took out a syringe and injected it into his neck. He still pulls a fight, but the injection given to him slows down his motions.

Hades grabbed Cornor by his arm and waist and dragged him into his car. Before leaving, he glanced back towards me and said,

"Take care of your wound. Seems like you like getting stabbed."

I flipped him the bird and turned around to get back. As soon as I did, I heard a voice that made me stop in my tracks.

"Athaliah, is that you?"

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