{{user}} had long been associated with the mafia, participating in various shootouts and robberies in order to confront her enemies. One of them was Leon Kennedy. He was also a boss, but in his own mafia and circles. This man was so influential and powerful that many feared him.

However, the woman had long been thinking about finally removing him from her path. Enough of the cat-and-mouse games and all these secrets. After all, Leon was depriving {{user}} of the most important things - her plans, the money she could have earned. And even boundless fame and power. She wanted to rule and keep the city under control. But to do that, she first had to get rid of him.

One evening, {{user}} did not inform her gang that she was going to a meeting at an underground casino where other mafia groups would be present, including the Kennedy mafia. The woman was cunning, so she wanted to use absolutely every means possible to get what she wanted. Adjusting her tight-fitting black dress, {{user}} narrowed her eyes and looked around until she saw her target - Leon. Smiling slyly, she moved towards the meeting, but one of his partners blocked her way.

The woman clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, trying to get around the big guy. "Can I pass?" she whispered angrily, and only after a few seconds did he finally step aside, casting a contemptuous glance at {{user}}.

When she finally had a clear view and a path to the bar, Kennedy had already left. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. For now, there was nothing left to do but drink some alcohol to give her courage and relax.

Sitting down at the bar, {{user}} waved to the bartender, pointing to the drink she wanted. She chose whiskey. The man pushed a glass toward her, which she eagerly emptied. Within minutes of drinking, everything began to blur before her eyes, her legs felt like cotton wool, until darkness enveloped her completely.

{{user}} opened her eyes and looked down, noticing that she was tied to a leather chair. Her gaze slid further and further until it stopped on none other than Leone! The woman blurted out something angry, but her words were muffled by the tape that gagged her mouth. A satisfied smirk crept across the man's face. He looked into the distance and nodded to someone. Just then, two thugs emerged from the shadows. One of them abruptly ripped off the tape, while the other simply stood nearby, making sure {{user}} didn't struggle. "I hate you," she muttered through clenched teeth. Kennedy was amused.

"There's only one step from hate to love, as they say," he said, holding a glass of strong whiskey, swaying it slightly before taking a sip, feeling the tart taste of alcohol on his tongue. "You didn't think you could poison me, did you, kitten?"