I carefully scanned the room, my eyes running over the guards. Every weapon in the room was drawn at the sight of us.
I took a confident step forward.
"Don't move," one of the guards roared into the quiet ballroom.
I took another step forward, gently pushing his weapon to the side. "Is this how you welcome all your guests?"
"Lady, step back, or I will have no choice but to shoot you."
He was underestimating me because I'm a woman. That was the problem with men in the mafia. They thought women were weak, just another trophy to show off.
But I was more than just a pretty face.
"I have a meeting with the senator. I have five hitmen surrounding the building right now. Put your weapons down... or they will have no choice but to shoot you." I said, shooting him a dark smile.
He he
