The Queen of Mafia - 106 Inferno Bar

[WARNING: The dark side of the mafia will be shown in these upcoming chapters. Illegal dealing of drugs, weapons, human trafficking, rapes, and such will be shown.]

After Aisha was sure that Freohr’s condition is now okay, she went out of the manor to go to the place where mafia, mobs, criminals, gangs and such, usually hangs out— the underworld.

Underworld can be anything, as long as this is a place where people can do everything they like without having to worry about the laws or a police hunting for their heads.

It isn’t the first time Aisha has been in the underworld, of course. This is usually the place where she and the other party meets up for business transaction, or when she needs to release some stress, and by this it means by beating up people or killing them.

Aisha went to the Inferno Bar. While on the surface it is merely an ordinary bar where only the richest people can come, it is actually a place where most criminals gathered, just like the El Grande de Casino.

Aisha wasn’t a fan of the famiglia who owns this bar. Probably because human trafficking is their main source of income. And human trafficking wasn’t something that the De La Torre famiglia will do.

They are mafias, not pet sellers[1].

But they asked for her help so she needs to come and personally discuss it with the Boss. Because of the recent activities of the mafias, every governments decided to tighten their securities in their countries, so transferring of drugs are hard in this time.

The Petrova famiglia has a business deal with some business tycoon in Country N, where the De La Torre famiglia, Cavelli famiglia, and the Lumière famiglia was located, and they have to deliver the drugs in this week but the Petrova’s men are finding it hard to do so because the moment they step foot in the airport, polices are already at their tails.

The polices already confiscated a 5 million amount of drugs and caught three of the Petrova’s men.

They asked the De La Torre famiglia’s help in respect to their Boss friendship with Morano so Aisha really had no way to refuse.

The bar can be found one kilometers away from the Kingsley Hotel, which has been burned down thanks to Jin, may he rest in peace in Hèll. Instead of going inside from the front entrance, Aisha went to the back of the bar.

Aisha saw the two metal double doors and knocked three times on it. Then a gruff voice was heard, “Name, what famiglia or gangs you’re in, what position—”

Irritated, Aisha cut him off. “Aisha De La Torre.” Just a name, and the door was immediately opened by a well built man. He was a bald man wearing an Armani suit with long scar that starts from the top of his head, going down to his left eye, it looked like the scar was longer than it seems but dissapears in his suit.

“Boss is waiting for you inside. Follow me.” He said and escorted Aisha inside, taking quick glances at her violet eyes to make sure that it was genuine and not some contact lenses.

“One more glance and I’ll stab your remaining eye.” Aisha threatened in a cold voice, fighting the urge to wince as they passed through a double door full of cheers and screams. If she isn’t mistaken, that door leads to a cage fight.

They passed through many doors until they went inside of the elevator. The man pressed the top floor. Once they reached the designated floor, the man lead her to a room which seems like a… lovers’ room.

Aisha’s brows knitted as she realized that she will be having a deal with someone in this sickening room.

The door was opened by the man, but he stayed outside and motion Aisha to go inside, and the smell of s3x immediately wafted in her nose. Aisha fight the urge to cringe as she saw a man in his early forties seating against the backrest of the velvet queen sized bed. Despite his age, he still maintained his physique. His dark skin and eight pack abs was bare for all to see, as well as the long gash starting from his chest down to his abdomen. He wasn’t wearing any clothes on top and his slacks are unbuttoned, showing his black boxers.

And besides him was three naked woman with a shackles around their necks as they serves him alcohol, fruits, and massaging him. One skinny woman caught Aisha’s eyes, she seems to appear young, possibly around in her eighteens or below.

And because they are naked, Aisha could see the angry bruises in their bodies. They wore an expression as if they are being forced.

Seeing this, Aisha could feel the fury rising up within her. Her hands are itching to reach for her gun in her holster and shoot that arrogant man in front of him. And while she imagine killing him in numerous ways in just a split second, her stoic and emotionless face didn’t falter.

Instead she took a seat in the couch after making dàmn sure that it was clean. “How nice of Mr. Petrova to let us meet in this kind of environment. Definitely a good first impression. I like it.” Her tone was slaced with sarcasm but the man, named as Mr. Petrova, the Boss of the Petrova famiglia, only laugh at her.

“Don’t start acting so righteous and clean, young lady, you may be the Boss of one of the strongest famiglia but in the eyes of everyone, you are still naive and unqualified to be one. You still don’t know the true cruelty of this world.” Mr. Petrova mocked Aisha as he throws his cigar carelessly into the woman feeding him fruits.

The cigar burned the skin of the woman and it stung her but she fought the urge to yelp, her head bows as she bit her lower lips and control herself not to cry for being mistreated by it.

And all of this didn’t went unnoticed by Aisha. She look coldly at Mr. Petrova, seemingly unfaced by his mocking. “Whether I am quilified or not, it does not concern you or anyone. As far as I’m concerned, I am here to talk about the transporting of your drugs in my turf, in the Country N and not my qualification as a Boss of a mafia famiglia.”

“Straight to business, eh,” Mr. Petrova smiled. “At least you have one thing common with your late father. Aren’t you at least want to order some men to please you as we talk?”

“I. Am. Not. Interested.” Aisha said each words with emphasis. She was one word away to killing this man.

“Okay then,” he turned to the young woman massaging his shoulders. “Go and serve our dear lady with good wine.” He ordered.

The young woman appears to be petrified by him and nodded shakily. She stood up and went to Aisha with a glass and a bottle of wine.

Aisha narrowed her eyes and observe the girl. Her gray eyes are dulled, she was bone thin, and visible bruises can be seen in her body.

Aisha’s jaw clenches. “Mr. Petrova, if this act of yours continue, then I won’t hesitate to not help you transfer your drugs in Country N. Regardless if the drugs are worth 30 million dollars.”

[1] The author wasn’t really implying that humans are pets. I just used this idiom because human trafficking are the same as selling pets, only selling pets can be seen as light for the public.