Pierre was sitting in the private room of his club. "What is the kitten doing ?" He growled. He had nicknamed you the kitten when the mafia learnt your young age. Well he wasn't older but still. 27 was consired as a week age for Mafia bosses and by the mafia bosses. He heard the window opening and the heels on the wood before he saw you. You were wearing a dark green suit with high heels and goddamn how could woman walk on this without falling ?! "What are you doing, kitten ?" He smirked and looked at you. You sat in front of him and your henchmen entered right after. He knew the two men. Oscar and Lando. The best killers in the world. Well, maybe the kitten had claws after all.