Kira's POV.
“Where were we?” I asked after taking a sip.
“How we don't think a woman can rule the empire”
The smile on my face never faltered, though a cold fire burned in my eyes. "Is that so?" I said softly, swirling the wine in my glass. "And why is that? Because I lack the necessary anatomy? Or because you think I’m incapable of the ruthlessness required? Huh, Mr..."
"Larry, Larry Enzo."
"Great, now tell me more Mr Larry." I urged, looking at him with a smirk.
The caftan-wearing man, Larry, leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "It's not about anatomy, Kira. It’s about strength, control, and respect. Can you command the same fear and loyalty that Jones did? Do you know how many years it took Jones to create this dreaded mafia?"
I walked around slowly, my hips swaying seductively
