Chapter 7 An Attempt

Kira's POV

The next day.

Dressed in a sleek, black gown that hugged my every curve, I sauntered out of the house precisely as the clock struck six. The fabric cascaded around me, the slit on the side teasing a hint of leg with each step. As I approached the garage, I spotted two family members perched on a bench nearby. With a deliberate pause, I swept my gaze over them, ensuring they understood they were under my scrutiny. They straightened up, but I paid them little mind as I continued my elegant stride toward the garage.

I looked at the car prepared for me and looked at the other one covered next to it.

"Take this one off," I commanded the men I met at the garage, gesturing toward another car.

They obeyed, revealing a gleaming new Hummer Jeep in a rich shade of brown. A smile tugged at my lips as I trailed a finger along the sleek exterior.

I didn't like the car prepared for me or maybe I didn't trust that the car was safe enough to enter.

"I'll use this," I smiled, tracing the car with my left hand.

"But ma'am, we've prepared that one for you," one of the drivers protested, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. I spared him a brief glance before lifting my wrist to check the time, a subtle reminder of the hour and the importance of every second.

"Give me the keys," I demanded, my tone laced with a quiet threat, "or I'll ensure you won't be using those hands to offer me anything ever again."

His hand trembled as he extended the keys towards me, his face slick with sweat betraying his nerves. With a satisfied nod, I accepted the keys to the Hummer Jeep, a silent acknowledgment of my authority. Settling into the driver's seat, I prepared to embark on my journey, the purr of the engine beneath me a promise of power and control.

"Ma, I can drive you wherever you wish to go, ma'am" and I nodded at the driver. He doesn't learn, does he? I had told him earlier on to prepare a car and I'll be going out by 6 pm, without a driver or anyone but yet he wants to drive me? I turned to look at the lady and the guy who was sitting beside the house. They were staring at first, but quickly diverted their eyes so I nodded.

"Get in that car," I ordered the driver pointing at the other car he had prepared for me earlier.

"Ma, I'm driving you. Do you want to use that car now?" He asked. I studied his expression and noticed how his hands were shaking now. Ah! Can't believe he once worked for Jones, a ruthless mafia Lord. How did he survive?

"Yeah... You'll follow behind me, now get in that car" I commanded and watched how he slowly, with a sweaty face, stepped into the car.

I started the engine and reversed my hummer. As I came out of the garage, I watched the man, Anton, one of Jones's sons, staring at me. He had a small smile on his face, his arms folded across his chest as he watched me drive out of the compound while the red Range Rover followed behind.

Immediately I got out of the compound, I stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed as I was already late to where I was going. Just then, I heard a loud explosion from behind me causing my eyes to dart from the road ahead of me to the mirror on my left. There I saw that the Range Rover had exploded.

Not bothering to stop, a smirk appeared on my face as I made my way to my destination. I still don't know when they plan to stop.

I got out of the car when I got to a tea house and walked in taking my purse along. With my heels clicking the tiled road, I made my way into the tea house.

"Hello, Mr. Can you show me the way to the restroom, please,"

"Yes, madam, it's by your left," the security man replied, pointing in the direction. I bowed my head in appreciation before making my way straight to where he pointed.

I made my way to the restroom. On my way there, I saw a man who had his head covered with an ancient hat. I didn't speak to him but only slipped an envelope to him which he took. Everything happened in split seconds and no one would know that I had passed anything to him.

I made my way to the restroom and worked on my make-up, redoing it. After I was done, I came out and didn't find the man there again. I didn't look around for him but only made my way to get a cup of coffee seed at the counter. After it was sold to me, I left the tea house.

Stepping back into the Hummer, I zoomed off. In another twenty minutes, I was already in front of D' Ladies Men's Club. I took out my purse, stepped down from the Hummer and threw the car to one of the chauffeurs.

I walked gracefully into the club, it was 7 pm already, and the sound of loud music filled the air. The smell of alcohol and the sound of laughter and talking. The men who were strip-dancing continued to do their thing and I watched them for a while before nodding. After running my eyes everywhere around the club, I finally made my way to the passage to the office.

"Sorry ma'am, you can't go in"

"And why is that?" I clenched my purse.

"Because the boss doesn't want to see anyone right now," the bouncer replied and I tilted my head.

"Really? If he is the boss then who am I?"

"That's your business, ma'am. I'd appreciate it if you go back there and watch the strippers dance. That's what everyone is here for" he said and I shook my head.

"Everyone but me" I replied smiling at him, "Actually, I am here to take over. Go in there and tell that man that calls himself your boss that the real boss has arrived."

"I wouldn't want to disrespect you as you are a very beautiful species" he said running his eyes down my body as he licked his lips, "But trust me, you have no business in there,"

He leaned in closer, his words heavy with suggestion, and a cocky smirk playing on his lips.

"How about I show you something you might actually be interested in? Trust me, I'll let you have a go for free. Don't worry about satisfaction; I doubt your hand could even wrap around what I've got," he teased.

I met his crude proposition with a dry laugh, my amusement tinged with a hint of disdain. Before he could straighten up, I seized his arrogance by grabbing his crotch harshly, before delivering a warning in a firm tone.

"When you see maama, keep your lewd comments to yourself or it won't end well for you," I warned, my tone sharp and final.