Irene stood in front of her mirror strapping the remainder of the guns and knives to her thigh before allowing the black material to fall to the floor. She stood back looking at herself in the mirror, her hair pulled into tight curls, with deep eyeliner and mascara to highlight her innocent eyes that fooled the world. Her lips were coated in a thick layer of bright red lipstick, contrasting with her black body con dress which emphasised her curves. She smirked at herself picking up a steel briefcase and walking out the front door. She slammed the case in the boot, her feet carrying her to the drivers side, before slamming onto the accelerator, her destination not too far.

She arrived at the hotel moments later, the event already in full swing her dramatic entrance adding to the spice of the evening. She smirked as people swarmed her, thriving on her energy. She walked around, hips swaying, grabbing the attention of every onlooker present. She grabbed a glass of champagne as she passed, women sending her looks of envy, men looking at her lustfully.

She walked to the girls, "Make sure your ear pieces are on. We are getting that job done. The case is in the back of my car." She looked around sipping on the pinkish liquid which left a horrid taste in her mouth, she ditched the glass addressing them one last time "I'm going to engage with our dear victim..." the girls smirked at her as she walked over to the bar where their victim was waiting, all too easy. She moved forward, her eyes subtly surveying him. He was handsome...what a shame. Her angelic voice seemed to pull him from his thoughts, his eyes watching her, widening with every second he looked at her. She sat in the stool, a shot of vodka passed her way as she threw back the drink with ease, the man easily impressed. He was trapped in her web before the seduction had even started. She chuckled to herself as he started to come onto her, her hands trailing up his arm as they chatted. She laughed at the right time, asked the right questions and flirted with expertise. Her eyes caught Suelgi's who gave her a thumbs up. Irene stood up excusing herself to walk over to her girls, making sure to pass him a look. "Step 1 complete, leave him wanting more....have you secured the information we need to expose him tomorrow morning." Wendy nodded, "I'm working on compiling it, I'll have it sent out to my friend in the early hours." Irene smiled, turning into his waiting eyes. "What's his name again?" She asked as the girls laughed at her "Suho.." Joy replied shaking her head.

The music changed, the ladies being rushed to the dance floor, respective partners coming to start the opening dance. Suho held Irene in his arms, as he twirled her. He stepped on her foot causing her to wince. He apologised saying he wasn't good at dancing, she smiled sweetly remembering mentally to stab his foot when she had the chance. She cast her head to the side, rolling her eyes at this little charade. The beat changed again, as he spun her out of his arms, as she crashed against a rock hard chest, her eyes meeting those she had saw the previous night, the same mask hiding his features. She momentarily froze. Her eyes widening at the familiar smirk. She felt his hand wrap securely around her waist, their hands joining back together, a sense of deja vu hitting her at the jolt that passed through her body. She gulped slightly as she felt him pull her closer, his face merely inches away. Something about this man was off. She had played it over and over again in her mind and this sudden coincidental interaction confirmed her suspicions. She looked up at him as he swayed her to the beat. "Are you batman or something? Your always wearing this mask." She felt a deep chuckle emit from his chest. "Well if I'm the hero does that make you my heroine?" She trailed her hand up his chest to rest on his heart, "What if I'm the villain?" He spun her, her back coming into contact with his front as his lips ghosted her ear, "Well I'll have to arrest you and punish you then." She spun herself back around, a smug smirk pulling at her lips. "Cute. Thinking you could catch me..." he continued to sway her to the beat, dipping her slightly, his hot breath fanning her swan like neck. "Your in my arms aren't you?" "I don't stay for too long." She felt them settle into silence, his deep voice calling her out again. "What If i catch you without you realising?" "There's always a way to escape.." he raised an eyebrow, the soft music coming to an end. From the corner of her eyes she caught the signal, she pushed herself away from the man, "Sorry, this Cinderella has to dip." She mock saluted him, brushing past him with ease leaving Jackson wondering if she was ever even there. He pressed the ear icon. "Keep your eyes on her." He said, his eyes meeting that of the boys who were scattered around the room. They nodded back to him, as he looked around to see her conversing with a group of women. He walked away into the shadows, casting his watchful gaze onto her. She was stunning, her entire body flowed with this over flowing sense of confidence. She had everyone at her mercy, men and women a like. She commanded the event that wasn't even hers to host, and intimidated those around her to the point that they remained in their own lanes. He saw the coldness to her eyes, the sudden break in character only with the four girls who surrounded her, he watched her laugh carefree, his heart skipping a treacherous beat for the enemy, his mind stunned at the fact she knew how to laugh. He watched her turn slightly his eyes widening as they met his, suddenly grateful for the intruder who blocked his sights of the notorious Mafia Queen. He moved from his position to a less conspicuous space, his eyes wandering over to her, he was yet to see this woman in action; and deep down he couldn't wait for this game to truly begin.

An hour had gone by, Jackson searching frantically, he had taken his eyes of her for a split second and he had lost her amongst the sea of people. He swore under his breath, watching Suho from the corner of his eye. He was yet to work out what his role was in this mess, but the mission was to protect him, and protecting him was what Jackson would do. He looked around scanning the crowd for the silent killer among them. He caught her easily, his strides quickening towards her, his arms wrapping around her for the second time that night.

Irene was turned into a chest, her arms shooting out to break free her swift movements stopping as she looked back up to see the same man again. Her patience was running thin, if he kept getting in the way she would have to take him down. She looked at him a dead look like no other passed to him. "Get off me." "No." Was the response. She looked to Wendy whose eyes widened watching the scene in front of her. Irene turned back to him. "Look I don't know who the fuck you are or who the fuck you think you are but stop getting in my way before I'm forced to remove you from my way..." he watched her, his grip not faltering. She shoved at him rock hard chest as he remained unbothered and unmoving. She swore, her reputation was on the line here and this insufferable twat was being a pain in the ass.

Gun Shots suddenly rang out, glass smashing to pieces; shouts and screams merging into one as Jackson's hand left Irene's waist. Their eyes wide as they tried to comprehend what was happening. Irene took his distraction to her advantage moving out of his loosened grip and running off, Jackson turned, his hand trying to hold her back as she ran into the crowd, more shots ringing out. Irene faced one of the gun men, her hands trialing up her dress, Jackson's eyes widening as he watched her pull a gun out. She shot the mans wrist not fearful of the gun pointed in her face from another. She grabbed the other gun aiming it at the shooter positioned on higher ground, her shot hitting its target first time. Jackson stood halted in his steps as he watched her, blood now coating the once extravagant venue. He watched as more men poured in, the other girls he had seen her with rallying behind her and working as a unit. Their movements synchronised and intricate. Their technique of fighting like nothing he had seen before. He nodded to Mark joining the girls in hand to hand combat, disarming and knocking out man after man their combined strength pushing these ninja like creatures out. Jackson stood back for a moment, a detrimental moment that would have cost him his life had a knife not passed him in the second it had etching itself in the man creeping up behind him. He looked towards the one who had saved his life, the smirk belonging to the Mafia Queen herself. She turned grabbing the last by the neck tightening her grip. "Irene stop let's use him as leverage." Irene dropped him to the floor as he scurried to a gun as Irene's back turned. She smirked with her back turned Jackson's eyes widening as the man pointed the gun at an elderly woman, he moved forward, Irene quickly swinging around, her own gun ringing out as the body slumped to the side. Joy face palmed as Irene crouched to the floor, her hands ripping of the mask. She looked up to Wendy who stood near Yeri nursing her wound. "It's that symbol..." Wendy's eyes widened, as she crouched down to another the same symbol imprinted on their neck. "It's his men." Wendy confirmed, Irene looking up at her. "Where the fuck is Suho." The boys watched as the girls simply ignored their existence, as Wendy checked her phone. "On the move, seems to be heading to the airport." "Call them, block his flight." She crouched back down taking her gun and getting ammunition from the men. "Irene where are you going?" Said Suelgi, her voice tensed. "To finish the job. He's dying tonight." She turned, her eyes meeting the stranger, her footsteps halting. She looked at Jackson whilst addressing the girls. "Make sure I'm not followed. Stay close, I may need backup." She passed him one more look, her hands fisting her dress as she ran out. Wendy clapped her hands. "You heard her let's go." Her phone going off moments later.

Irene
Those guys are up to something. I have a feeling that one of them will follow me. Let him, you four finish the job without me...I'll regroup with you after I sort the money out tomorrow morning.

The girls read the message over Wendy's shoulder. Wendy approached the old lady who was left alone, "Ms..." Wendy was pulled down. "Where did Irene go?" She questioned before Wendy could say anything. "Where did that child go Wendy?" "To finish some business." The elder lady sighed, Wendy noting at the way the boys listened in. "I wish she had left this empire when she had the chance..." she started crying, a young man running and taking her away from Wendy's arms and leading her out. She looked up at the seven mysterious men, one looking her dead in the eyes before leaving. She suppressed the smirk, Irene was right. She had them exactly where she wanted them. She nodded at the younger girls who stayed covering Wendy and Suelgi who left running straight past Irene who tossed them her keys. She slipped the hotel manager a note. "Get your acting on and I'll double it tomorrow morning." The man smirked at her, Irene's eye catching her prey, she drew a deep breath. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST MY FUCKING KEYS!" The man looked on shocked his hands visibly shaking, suddenly forgetting he was supposed to act. He gulped, Jackson's eyes landing on her as she hurled her abuse at one of the staff members. She lunged forward, his arm pulling her back and standing in front of her. She resisted the eye roll, this man was becoming too predictable. "Woah clam down there Babygirl." She ignored the way her heart suddenly skipped a beat he eyes turning back to the manager. "I have things to do, find my keys." She watched in amusement as the man scurried to do just that.

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She turned to Jackson. "Look I don't know who you are but this little game that your playing isn't going to work." He smirked at her. "And what game is that?" She looked up at him, choosing to remain silent. She felt him take her hand leading her away. He crashed her into the wall, his hands now trialing over her body. "This game?" He whispered, questioning her smugly. She smirked up at him. "Well if this is the game you want to play so be it.." she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his lips closer, hers meeting his hungrily. He was caught off guard for a second, not expecting her to give in so easily, he walked towards his room, his lips never leaving hers as she hung to him. He pressed the key to the sensor, a beep signalling the door was open. They stumbled in parting for a split second, smirking at each other before Jackson pushed her back up against the wall, his hands working wonders on her skin. He angled her neck his lips connecting to her pulse as he sucked on it her hands fisting his hair. He left her neck momentarily as she shoved his blazer from his form, the heavy material making a sound as it connected with the floor. Her hands worked on his tie unbuttoning the white shirt before trialing her hands on his exposed abs. She watched his eyes close, her lips now trialing and teasing him the way he had done moments ago. He spun her around to get leverage, his hands working the zipper to her dress, watching as it slipped from her skin. She looked back up to him as they moved further into the room, his eyes widening at her curvy form. He was hungry. He watched as she looked at him anticipating his moves, but what was about to happen was not what she expected. He moved back to her lips kissing upon them before moving to her neck, his hands unclasping her bra with ease like he had done this numerous times. He kissed between the valley of her breasts his tongue poking out as he travelled down her body resting on her stomach, he looked up at her watching as she breathed heavily. If only they could see how he had her right now, the world would remain shocked at the sight of the Mafia Queen. She looked down at him, the lights remaining off to the point that she couldn't see his face. She felt him slip down her form, edging to her pulsing heat, his tongue licking at the wetness. She moaned out, her hips raising as he sucked on her clit, her hands fisting the sheets as he watched her arch slightly. He continued to work her with ease, her moans music to his ears as she came. He held her thighs tightly helping her ride out her high before moving back up her body. "You taste amazing..." he whispered licking his lips. She moved forward boldly retangling their bodies as she moaned out. Her hands moving down to free him from his pants. She lay back slightly edging him on for more. He smirked at her through the darkness, lining himself up and thrusting hard into her, he moved all the way in as she met his thrusts, both now moaning at the sensation, he felt her walls tighten, as he held her in place, his strokes never losing its rhythm as she came, him following shortly after. She looked up at him as he collapsed to her side. "Given up already..." she purred slightly her breaths fanning his face as she looked at him only able to see the silhouette of his features. She pushed him back, her hands trailing his chest and abs as she moved to sit in his lap, her hips creating the friction that had him going all over again. He leaned back slightly as she fought for dominance, her kisses powerful and dominating, she guided his hands to her hips, as she continued to rock herself his eyes darkening as he watched her. It didn't take long for the second wave of pleasure to hit, Irene collapsing onto him as he held her. She planted a kiss on his lips rolling off him and snuggling into the covers his own arms wrapping around her again.

When the early hours of the morning hit Jackson stood pulling his clothes back on, his mission was a success or so he thought. With his back turned he buttoned up his shirt, her voice halting him. "Leaving so soon." He stayed in his position, chuckling slightly. She leaned back slightly holding the covers up to her body as she watched his muscles tense. "What I came to do has been done..." he voiced, his voice husky and raw. She smirked. "And how do you know that?" She asked amused. "Because you were with me the entire night." She laughed slightly grabbing the remote. "Watch the news with me before you leave..." she spoke. "Suho Kim found dead: Breaking news...Mr Kim was part of a gang group, that had been terrorising multiple people...his orders were followed by the government themselves leaving the world to speculate how deep is the corrupt nature of the government that swore to protect its people...Mr Kim-" Jackson lowered the volume, his mind going into a frenzy, how had she managed to do that? He grabbed the mask placing it on his face before turning to her. "Oh the hero's back." "How." He seethed, watching as she smirked. "Your information was wrong in multiple places, but the information that was probably given to you about me is more wrong. I'm not the only Mafia Queen. Yes I'm the leader but there are five of us all of which are capable of finishing jobs..." she looked at him standing up in front of him with the sheet wrapped around her. "You asked me to play the game, I just played it better." She smirked again, turning to head to the bathroom. "Thanks for last night...and next time make sure you do your homework properly." she mocked closing the door behind her as she heard the instant rage of this man. She chuckled to herself. Let the games begin.

TBC

Authors note:
Heyyyyy guys hope you enjoy this one, it's a bit long, hah. It was a bit hectic and let me just say it is about to get more hectic. Follow me through all the lies, or the betrayal and deceit and I can vouch it will be worth your time. Let me know what you think of this, I look forward to hearing back. And I hope to see you guys in the one shot book I'll be releasing tomorrow. Lots of love to you all and stay safe xx