Mafia Girl's Sweet Trap

"Who is our next target?" Greta asked the man who was currently lying on the bed. Her eyes weren't on him at all. She was still busy with herself. She took off her panties from the tight red dress she was wearing. She walking towards the bathroom with graceful steps while taking off her gown.

She threw her panties at the man carelessly.

The black panties landed right on Vinson's face.

"Whoa! You bastard!" Vinson grunted in annoyance. He spontaneously immediately threw Gre's panties everywhere.

The V-shaped panties were now thrown far to the floor.

Gre's laughter was crisp. Even though she had entered the bathtub, her voice could still reach Vinson's ears. Because as usual, Gre again did not close the bathroom door.

"I asked you. Why you didn't answer?"

Vinson corrected his position. Now he lay on his right side so he could face Gre. Even though they are three meters apart.

"Our next target is not easy." Vinson started to put on a serious face.

His net was like watching Gre's movements, whose hands were playing with soap suds. However, her mind was far away. He is thinking about this great mission. He realized that he was responsible for all of this. For the safety of Gre.

"Tell me and explain it!" The sexy lips said without even turning to look at the other person. Her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be busy watching her smooth hands that were already a little rough. "I need more treatment." That's what's inside. Promise her something.

"He's no ordinary official."

Gre turned to Vinson. She was furious to hear Vinson's words which seemed to warn her about being careful. Gre doesn't like it. For her, all officials in her eyes are the same. People who are hungry for power. Crazy job. But, they were the ones with the most loopholes. And Gre believes that she can enter one of these gaps.

"Is it true that all this time our targets are not ordinary officials?You know, all of them come from the elite, who sit in the seats of state officials."

Vincent sighed. He had expected beforehand that Gre's response would be like that. Gre is not a girl who has any mentality. Can't be underestimated. Not to be underestimated.

After 5 years of being her best friend, Vinson has memorized the character and every word that comes out of Gre's symmetrical lips. Assertive. Full of confidence.

"Before trying, don't ever say that he is a difficult target, or anything that leads to our failure. I don't like it!" firmly Gre gave a warning to Vinson.The best friend of her personal assistant.

"Okay. I am sorry," said Vinson in a relentless tone.

"By the way, when did he come here?" Immediately Vinson changed the topic. He asked just to make small talk.

"In a few minutes," Gre replied. She already knew who Vinson was asking.

"Okay. You have to finished everything with him. Remember, this is your last day with him."

"Then we will meet at the usual place, and I will send the data for the next target," added Vinson before looking away from the luxurious hotel room.

Meanwhile Gre was still doing her bathing ritual without responding to Vinson's farewell with a word. The net only focuses on one object. She stretched her legs straight forward. Every now and then her hand took a glass of wine that was already available right next to her. She drinks the red liquid elegantly. All day work. The self reward is quite silent like this. That's what Gre is.

A girl who is always proud of herself. Not for all the material achievements she got. But for her who has managed to get through all the pain in her life. Poor girl who hugs more wounds for 20 years according to her age. Almost no laughter. There is no place to complain about all the hard work. In fact, Gre is alone. Has no parents.

Her thoughts ended when her cell phone rang. She took the flat object on the nightstand beside her. Unknown number calls. No name. But she already knew who was calling he.

One of her slender fingers pressed the loudspeaker button. "Hello, Honey?" A small smile appeared on her thin lips.

She was silent for a moment. Give space to the other person to say something. Gre nodded repeatedly. Accept all the words of the man.

"Wait for me in the hotel room we ordered. I'll be there in 10 minutes," He said to Greta before he hung up.

Gre smiled lopsidedly. She finished her shower and came out of the bath wearing a white hotel kimono towel. Prepare to welcome an elite official who has become her target this week. It's time for Gre to weaken him.

Her smile smirked. She can't wait to pounce on its prey.

The hotel door opened. The old man entered the room. Grea greeting with her sweet smile. Gre was wearing black lingerie. She walking over to Shamir. A reliable political fighter. Reportedly, Shamir made a mistake that was not detected by law. Laundering billions of money. Losing the country. That's why, right now he was in the luxurious room with Gre.

The old man smiling widely. He quickly took off his official coat so that his distended stomach could be seen. His chest is not broad. His eyes were only fixed on the beautiful body of the girl who was now in front of him One word that came out of his mouth for Gre. "SEXY!"

Gre arrived in front of the man. The man who was shorter than him. She wrapped her arms around Shamir's neck. She exhaled slowly. On purpose. To lure the prey.

Shamir swiftly carried Gre's light body onto the bed. On top of Gre. Like a carnivore who finds fresh meat, Shamir kisses every point of stimulation on Gre's body. Meanwhile the girl was silent. Let the prey win first.

Shamir stopped. His eyes stared at Gre. "I will cum to you."

Greta smiling. "Yes. But according to your previous promise, Dear. Gre's one hand gently caressed the hard lump from under Shamir's pants. It made the man flinch a little.

"W-well, Wait a minute, please," answered Shamir. He got off Gre's body, reached into his pants pocket and took out his smart gadget.

Instantly Greta's cell phone vibrated. Indicates a message has been received from Shamir. It contained information about his bank account. As per their previous agreement, Gre requested it with the excuse that nothing was hidden from their relationship. Like the relationship in the millennial era in general. Transparent, even when it comes to personal information.

For the sake of the groin, finally Shamir complied with Gre's request.

"Congratulations! You have fallen into my trap!" Gre said in her heart.

"Are you ready, Honey? Let's do it." Shamir pressed against Gre's body roughly. However, Gre tried to brush it off. Making Shamir stop. Surprised by this mistress.

"What is it?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

Gre took a sitting position. Take a small syringe from under the bra. Without saying a word, she directly injected the anesthetic into Shamir's arm. In just seconds, the old man was unconscious.

Luxury Restaurant,

The sound of high heels hitting the floor tiles was loud. The owner is walking gracefully full of confidence. Wearing a tight black tank dress, Greta's beautiful curves managed to steal the attention of several men there. Not a few who teased her. Wink one eye. Until calling him "SEXY".

Gre indifferent. Because she didn't know who they were. Vice versa. They also don't really know Gre's name. They are just looking for their luck, who knows Gre will approach.

But impossible. Greta's not that cheap. She is an elegant girl, also has high prestige. She knows what her current job is. A job that risks dropping his self-esteem. Even so, she knew how to behave.

At table 202, a man sit. He is Vinson. As usual, at this Luxury Restaurant they met to talk about everything. From the absurd, to the serious stuff like work. They have worked together for many years in any job because they have almost the same background in life.

Brakk!! Gre threw a brown envelope to Vinson while landing his buttocks on the available chair.

After the object hit his hand, Vinson smiled widely. Rows of teeth visible. "Good job!" he said happily. Rows of teeth visible.

As usual, the man checked the contents of the envelope. He read the transfer sheet for the account in Shamir's name that Gre had printed carefully.

"That's crazy!!" said Vinson surprised after seeing the sheet. He gaped. Did not expect the behavior of officials who are known in all lines of social media. Who looks smart in his mind, but he is a reliable corruptor.

"Indeed, we shouldn't trust the cover too much. What looks fine, might harbor rot." Vinson' mouth reflexively said those words while remembering Shamir's face.

"He's really hurting the country. Corruption does not use the heart." He added. Vinson's head was shaking again and again.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Or are you injured?" He asked. Regular questions from Vinson every time Gre finished her mission. Vinson knew Gre needed to ask.

Gre took a sip of a glass of whiskey that was already in front of her. After that, she shook her head. "As usual. I'm fine. No wound. And most importantly, I am still a virgin."

Gre's answer has always been the same so far. Gre's last sentence made Vinson relieved. At least with Greta saying she was a virgin, that meant no sex was going on. Gre is not harassed by those officials who harm the country. Stealing people's money.

"Quickly deposit it to Shadow. Ask him give to my bonus," Gre asked. Vinson is an assistant for Gre. He handles all the work. Even for the salary issue from her boss, Greta entrusted it to Vinson. Because she believed that Vinson never let her down. Never not to help her even though Vinson was having a hard time. Gre only had Vinson in this world. As friends, family, relatives, even partners in crime.

"I will immediately deposit this to Shadow. But, for your bonus salary this time, I can't take it. Shadow has notified me that you have to face him to take this bonus." Vinson explained. Like a mentor.

Gre just nodded. Immediately understand.

Vinson gave his iPad to Gre. The girl immediately took it. And for a moment read the information listed on the screen.

"Data on the next target. Still young. I'm not sure we can trap him." Vinson first shared his concern. He does his job well as Gre's personal assistant. He always check the background of Gre's targets well. If it was dangerous, Vinson was the first to tell Gre to be careful.

"Bad data?" asked Gre. Her eyes stared intently at Vinson. Can't wait for the man to explain in detail. Because, Greta doesn't see any flaws in the men who will be her next target. There is no digital trace of the error.

"That's the problem, I say it's difficult. He is crazy rich. A young trader who immediately entered politics last year, and is running for president for next year's term. His digital social media footprint is good. He has a lot of support. However, bad data is not detected. Invisible."

"Then why is he to be our next target? You know, I don't want to take a clean official. If he doesn't have any faults with the country and the people, why would I disturb his life." Gre said. She reiterated the principle. That the targets are only officials who have faults with the state and the people. Which is not detected by law. Or those that have been detected, but the punishment is not appropriate. Which is clearly wrong, but still evasive and does not admit.

"That's the way, I said earlier. Our target is not easy. But this is Shadow's orders. The opposition party asked us to thoroughly investigate him," explained Vinson.

After that, Vinson approached Gre. That girl's ear to be exact. She deliberately whispered something so no one would hear.

"He is suspected of being the mastermind behind the embezzlement of the Rajistan project money. But no one dares to mention it. Reportedly, he bribed everything so that his name would not be dragged into the case."

Vinson's whisper was responded to by Gre. "Is that all? Just a guess?" Her eyes were serious on Vinson.

Vinson nodded confidently. Responding to Gre's gaze with no less serious.

"Then what if it's not proven?" asked Gre. She needed a definite answer right now. Gre doesn't just ensnare people.

Vinson was surprised. His brow furrowed. "So, you're in doubt? I suggest, if you're in doubt, tell Shadow that you're not going to take this mission."

Gre took another sip of his whiskey. She realized that his question surprised Vinson. Because so far Gre has never doubted the mistakes of his potential targets. Because all the data is clear. However, the target this time made Gre hesitate.

"I've been reminded from the start, that this target is not as easy as your previous targets. I think you will still insist on taking it." Vinson said in a slightly whispering voice. Take care that no one around them hears.

Vinson was silent for a moment. He looked at Greta's face sincerely after drinking the glass of red wine he ordered. "Honestly, Gre. I don't agree with you taking this mission. Because it's dangerous for you. He's a meticulous person. It's hard to persuade."

Gre looked thoughtful. Nor did she suspect that her target would be an Arjun. The presidential candidate who is liked by all the people. The slightest fault on his part didn't show up at all. He is the perfect man. It's not only a matter of physicality, but also the charismatic spirit of the leader.

Gre carried her Alphard at a moderate speed. She let her hair down. Looks like a messy hairstyle. Passing through the empty streets, made the twenty-year-old girl remember flashbacks of her life history 5 years ago. When she is young self was running aimlessly on this street. Wearing a shabby white dress, messy hair. Her screams echoed along the road.

"Time flies! And I passed it."

Unknowingly her lips were saying this to herself while looking at the almost desert-like road. The trees on the left and right were completely dry. The streets haven't changed since then. She knows right. Even, if she has to drive or walk with her eyes closed she can still get through it.

Her long foot stomped on the car brake. The luxury vehicle made by her own sweat stopped in front of the old building that looked uninhabited. The outside view is full of shrubs. Until it hits the wall.

Greta got out of her car. She took off her sunglasses elegantly. And then she walking racefully towards the entrance of the building. Gre is no stranger to this place. That's why she kept walking confidently.

After looking left and right to make sure no one was following her, Gre's fingers opened the dry leaves covering the door hinges. Several numeric buttons appear. The girl pressed a six-digit number to open the door. The password that Shadow had long given her.

Gre is part of their network. The only woman in this hidden organization. That's why she has access.

The tmdoors were wide open. Gre's feet stepped in, and then Tnthe door closed tightly by itself.

Gre's footsteps sounded relaxed. Echoes through the red lighted room.

In the main room, lined up by men in neat black suits. They are Shadow's bodyguards.

Gre walking around them. Browse through Shadow's collection of paintings in amazement. This is indeed the umpteenth time she has set foot in this place. Shadow always updates his room. Whatever it is, as long as it's related to art.

"Are you here?" asked the man who was now standing behind Gre.

The girl turned her body, facing the man wearing the black mask.

He deliberately folded both of Gre's hands over his chest. After seeing Shadow, she let out a huffy breath. A look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"I thought you'd changed. But, it's still the same. You still haven't removed the mask from the beginning. Even though, we're already partners. What's wrong with being open to each other. We're a team, we need to work together." Gre complained. She thought earlier that today he could see Shadow's true face. It didn't. Even though they've been working together for more than five years. Shadow has become Gre's boss. see Shadow's face. It's not only her who works under the masked man's henchmen no one knows what Shadow's face looks like.

Without being ordered, Gre pressed her buttocks on the plush velvet sofa.

The man also sat opposite Gre. Behind the mask, his lips were slightly pulled. Gre's complaint sounded amused in his ears.

"This is not the time to comment on me. You have an urgent mission that you must complete!" Shadow's deep voice reached Gre's ears clearly.

Greta immediately changed her seat position. She straightened her body right at Shadow. Fold the legs.

"I've heard that, from Vinson."

"Great!" said Shadow.

"But, I doubt it," said Gre. Trying to tell her unpreparedness with a new target.

"Why? It is 1 billion fees for you!" Shadow mentions the rate Gre will get on this important mission.

Without glancing at Shadow, Greta shook her head. Her eyes were fixed on an object painting a red apple on the wall. Which is now at eye level.

"I don't want to accept this mission if no trace of the target's ugliness is detected. He's a clean official. His support is everywhere. I don't want to bother." Greta tells her why she doesn't want to accept Shadow's offer.

Hearing that, Shadow looked at Gre intently. "Precisely because the bad data is not detected, you will do it. You will open all the bad things in public."

Gre shook her head again. Before visiting Shadow, she had already done some research on their potential targets. Arjun who is a perfect leader figure. Young soul. Gre almost did not find any defects on his social media from netizen comments. Arjun's social action is high, rich billionaire, philanthropist too. His intention to enter politics was not just for money, but only for his service to his beloved country.

"I don't want to. Please, don't force it. Please find someone else to do this mission. Or... you're the one who intervened," Gre refused again. The last sentence she spoke was deliberately emphasized. For Shadow to hear clearly.

Shadow looked silent. Somehow the expression on his face behind the mask. Gre couldn't figure it out.

The television in front of them turned on. Displays the latest news broadcasts about Shamir, the official known for his bold tweets on social media. Now, caught like a chicken who lost the fight. All the television broadcasts were talking about it. It was all thanks to Gre. Thanks to her trap, she seduces Shamir into transferring his account at a rapid pace the X network led by Shadow spread it across all social media lines. Then, quickly also covered on television.

"I've always believed in the power of social media. With the help of netizens, a case will quickly be heard around the world. Instead of having to report it to the authorities, correspondence will take a long time." That was Shadow's answer one day when Gre asked why he always featured cases of bad officials on social media.

After they were both silent listening to a journalist covering Shamir's news, Gre spoke up. "I just came here to take a bonus. Even though I know you can transfer it to my account. But Vinson said you told me to come here."

Shadow stared at the man standing next to him. He gave a code to immediately send money to Gre's account.

"I ordered you here just to talk about this mission," Shadow said telling his purpose.

"I know. But I wouldn't want to do that." Gre flatly refused. She stands. Intending to step out of the room.

"How about Vinson?" Shadow suddenly asked about Vinson. Greta's friend. The person only Gre had in this world.

Suddenly Gre's footsteps stopped. She knows Shadow's cunning play. When the mysterious man mentions one name, then that name will be in danger.

Stifling anger, Gre swallowed her own saliva.

Shadow walking over to Gre. He whispered something right in Gre's ear. "He's going on a business trip tomorrow morning at my behest. I could have had people cut off his head and give it to you, as a reward for refusing this mission!"