📖 F7 - Episode 4: The Queen of the Underworld Now there was no trace of the intoxication that had filled Lucas's eyes only moments ago. Instead, there was horrific pain and agony in them. In a frac
📖 F7 - Episode 4: The Queen of the Underworld
Now there was no trace of the intoxication that had filled Lucas's eyes only moments ago.
Instead, there was horrific pain and agony in them.
In a fraction of a second, the girl had removed the mask of innocence and, with the knife hidden in her hand, viciously and mercilessly struck Lucas in the stomach!
Tears streamed from Lucas's eyes because of the intense pain.
His entire body became drenched in sweat.
With a ruthless smile, the girl suddenly stepped back.
A fountain of warm blood was pouring from Lucas's stomach, soaking his expensive clothes in an instant.
The moment she let him go, he collapsed helplessly onto the marble floor.
For a moment, such silence fell over the entire nightclub that it seemed as though everyone's breath had stopped.
But even that deep silence was broken by the same girl's loud and mischievous voice:
"Hey, you damn bastard! What kind of filthy blood do you have... you ruined all my clothes. Do you know how expensive they were? They were a full two thousand euros (€2,000)! Look... there wouldn't have been this much blood if you had gone and donated it to a hospital!"
Lucas was writhing in pain and was in terrible condition.
The nightclub, which only moments ago had been swaying under bright lights and pounding music, had now come to a complete standstill.
Lucas's three rich friends, Diego, Carlos, and Hugo, hurried toward him in complete panic.
"¡Lucas! ¡Abre los ojos! ¿Qué te ha pasado?"
They shouted in Spanish while shaking him.
At that moment, the doors of the club burst open, and dozens of Lucas's high-class guards stormed inside.
Within moments, they raised their guns and surrounded the girl from every direction.
Their head guard stepped forward and shouted angrily:
"Do you know whose son you just laid a hand on? You b---h..."
Before the guard could even finish his insult and sentence, the air rang with the sharp sound of a gunshot.
A bullet pierced his chest in less than a second, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, writhing.
The expensive and precious white marble floor of the nightclub was now stained with blood.
The girl blew away the smoke rising from the barrel of her gun and said in annoyance:
"Not an insult!... Hey, bastard! Were you really that eager to die? It's not my fault. You come to someone's party and insult the very person whose party it is? Don't you have any shame?"
Seeing this, Lucas's second friend, Hugo, began to lose his mind from fear and shock.
He shouted at the remaining guards:
"What... what... what do you mean? You held the party? And what are all of you standing there watching for? Why aren't you shooting her? Finish that girl!"
"Hey, shut up! Why are you screaming your lungs out?"
The girl laughed.
It was that same mad, ruthless laugh from which terror dripped.
"You're telling my own people to kill me?"
Hugo's mind spun.
"What? What? This... this can't be! These are my guards! What are you people looking at? Shoot her!"
"Attention, sir! They were yours... now they're mine! I bought all of them!"
She spun the gun around her finger.
"Ugh... money is such a damn thing, anyway! Speaking of money, I spent a lot today. I'll have to calculate the whole expense when I get home. Oh... my hard-earned money! Allah, Allah... just thinking about it is raising my blood pressure! Come on... now let's start the party!"
She looked toward the captain of the guards standing in front of her.
There was no longer any innocence or naivety on her face.
She had transformed into her true and dangerous gangster self, the madness in her eyes enough to melt anyone.
She was the Queen of the Underworld...
"Jaria!"
"Guards! Is everything clear outside?"
She asked in a sharp voice.
"Yes, ma'am! Everything is clear. (¡Sí, jefa! Todo despejado.)"
The captain replied in Spanish, lowering his head.
"So... have all my guests arrived? Here, take this list!"
She extended a piece of paper toward the guard.
"Call out all their names. And yes..."
She looked toward all the frightened rich heirs and mafia pawns present in the hall.
"Whoever's name is called will stand properly and say, 'Present, ma'am!' Do you understand me or not?"
No one in the hall had enough courage to make a sound.
"Oh... so you won't listen like this?"
The same ruthless smile appeared on her face again as she raised her gun and aimed it once more.
"N... no! We will listen! We absolutely will! (¡No, no! ¡Entendido, jefa!)"
The entire hall cried out in fear at once.
(End of Episode 4)
