As the Mayfairs gossiped about what had happened in the Elithera house hold, they noticed n in black suits approaching them. They walked in parallel form, one group opposite the other, organized like an army.
"What is going on?" Asked grandma Mayfair who noticed that they had guns strapped to their belts visible for all to see.
Connie trembled theatrically. "Are these n from the Elithera family? Are they part of the mythical gang? Look at i am trembling like a leaf."
Not one part of Connie was trembling, and nobody bothered to look either. Her questions made perfect sense however when Luna strolled towards them like a predator in the night, exuding confidence and poise.
The expression on her face was icy, devoid of warmth and piercing. She whispered sothing to one of the n and imdiately, hotel staff started evicting people from the pool area.
So tried to quibble but one look from Luna and the n in black stopped them short. Shivers were sent down their spines as they hurried to leave. One sneaky person took a picture of her only for the phone to be grabbed and stomped on by right in font of her.
She was then handed a bundle of money as compensation, no doubt, it was more money than what the phone was actually worth.
Two of the Mayfairs found themselves having difficulty in breathing as Luna drew closer, Phoebe and a worried grandma Mayfair that was pulling her precious granddaughter back. She was worried about the reasoning behind this sudden action from Luna.
Was her intention to harm Phoebe sohow because sothing had happened to Duncan? Perhaps she did not like what Phoebe had said to her__the whole drowning in the pool business.
Maybe a second shaman had been hired and they had perford an even greater miracle than Phoebe and the Elithera's wanted their 200 million back. It was not exactly a small amount of money.
While the old woman drowned in doubts and fear, Phoebe was mostly holding in her breath because she was fascinated. There was striking contrast between Luna the happy carefree singer and star versus this Luna--possible next in line as leader of the Elithera family.
Or maybe it was Luna, female gangster and queen of the less savory business side of the Elithera family.
Her presence was dominant, her gaze was imperceptible and and her lips were neither smiling nor frowning, simply neutral.
"She has three knives on her body, one in the bra, one in her belt and another inside her sole of the shoe on the right." The Saxon spirit shared with Phoebe. "Not just that but the two pins holding her hair up are stained with poison on their sharp tips, the ring on the left pinky of her right hand has spider venom and she has a gun strapped to one of her thighs. Your Luna, she is a walking death agent."
Phoebe's jaw almost dropped to the ground, it was simply amazing. If Luna needed all these weapons to feel safe then what in the world had possessed soone like her to beco a public figure, a celebrity?
Celebrities were followed around all the ti, their pictures were taken against their wishes at tis. It was next to impossible for them to have a mont of privacy out in the open.
When it ca to Luna, it was even worse because as a singer she had to have concerts and tours. Why risk living in the open if you feared for your life?
"She is like a don." Connie comnted.
Connie had been pulled into the thrilling wonderful world of cri syndicate movies by Sylvester lately hence her use of the word don.
"I guess all those rumors about the Elithera's and the Void gang must be true. But i gotta say she looks cool, like female badass actress in a movie cool. Look at her in that long black leather jacket, it kinda looks like a superhero's cape, i can picture her acting as bat woman, or superwoman, maybe cat girl, no it's better if she is an assassin for an ancient order....so many options, i can't choose one." Andre whispered to Phoebe who only smiled back, not confirming anything. From everything that she had seen so far there was a lot of truth to the rumors.
Andre's imagination was not finished, his eyes lit up and he whispered to Phoebe, "Ooh, I know___, she could be Don Luna, a mafioso queen dealing in all kinds of shady underworld businesses. If you cross her, she sends her n to take you out or she does it herself with one of two special guns that she owns." His imagination pictured the scene of Luna assassinating soone in a high rise apartnt so clearly.
In his mind, she used ropes, adhesive gloves and other equipnt to make her way into an apartnt in a two hundred ter tower building and carry out the assassination. After the successful mission, she poured herself a glass of wine, stole so confidential docunts and propelled herself onto the rooftop of the next building.
"Maybe there is a governnt agency like the FNBI watching her and trying to accumulate evidence to make an arrest but they always co up short because she is more slippery than a eel. I can seen myself taking on the role of the male FNBI agent that goes undercover to take her down using a honey trap." He flashed his teeth at Phoebe and smirked. "Look at , I am eye candy. I can definitely take down a woman like Luna Elithera even if it's just for a short term."
Phoebe scoffed in disbelief at his shaless review of his looks which was sadly true, he truly was eye candy but Luna had probably seen a lot of good looking n in her line of work so a simple eye candy trap would not work on her. Besides, half of the bodyguards surrounding her were eye candy to Phoebe at least.
To use such a trap, a man would have to bring more to the table than a head of good hair, a pretty smile and abs.
"Forget it Andre, I don't think you want to get involved with a woman like her in reality or fantasy. Being drawn into her world can be dangerous, the Elithera's have too many enemies." She said.
She was worried because she could see it in Andre's eyes, the spark of interest in Luna Elithera which would probably burn the Mayfairs if allowed to ignite. Those looking to harm the Elithera's would be tempted to use the Mayfair's to get to them.
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