THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

Theresa had dressed into a kimono and was titivating herself before the mirror. She was at it when her shoji door slid opened, revealing Shikita.

Theresa took in a deep breath as she turned around and faced Shikita.

She was aware this pretty Japanese girl would be difficult. With the little information Alfred had fed her ears with, she was certain she could take Shikita down.

Shikita hadn’t changed out of her geisha outfit yet. She still held that captivating look that had stunned Alfred. She knew Shikita had made an impression on his mind.

Whatever the reason was, she was prepared to carry out her duty to Alfred. She must fulfil her part of the plan in order to get the antidote.

“You asked for me?” Shikita asked and it was surprising how soft and compelling her voice sounded.

“Yes,” Theresa said, brushing a strand of her hair aside and working her charm. “That was an extraordinary performance you did back there. I love it.”

Shikita bowed slightly. “Thank you.”

Theresa walked towards the bed and sat down. “Come sit next to me.”

Shikita hesitated. “My apologies but I’m not allowed to do that.”

Theresa wet her lips. “Is that so? Well I’m your guest but I also paid a humongous fee to your uncle to be entertained alongside these businessmen.”

Shikita looked at her closley. “I’ll have you understand that geisha’s are not harlots, ma’am. If you need a companion, we can fix it for you. I work for my uncle. My job is to entertain his guests, nothing more.”

Theresa became thoughtful. She musn’t give off any suspicious vibe to Shikita. This Japanese girl is no fool. If she played her cards wrongly, Shikita would read through her.

Theresa decided to change the tactics Alfred had instructed her to seduce Shikita.

She knew Shikita found her attractive but that wouldn’t be enough. She must trigger her lust first before anything else.

Rising up to her feet, Theresa returned back to the mirror and faced her reflection.

She picked up a hair brush and began to brush her hair, slowly and subtly. “What’s your name?”

“Shikita,” Shikita answered.

Theresa nodded, her eyes staring at Shikita’s reflection on the mirror.

“I don’t think of you as a harlot, Shikita. I think you’re very pretty. I love pretty women and I’ll say you’re the most prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

Shikita’s face was hard but it softened a little. “I find you attractive as well.”

Theresa felt overjoyed she had brought down Shikita’s defenses down a bit. She gently dropped the brush and walked close to Shikita.

She was now standing face to face with Shikita. Just this closure made Theresa’s heart race.

She reached out and ran her fingers through Shikita’s hair. It was soft and silky.

“You’ve got such lovely hair,” Theresa said in a whisper. “And such beautiful eyes too.”

Shikita swiftly caught her hand and drew it away from her hair.

Theresa was shocked.

The way Shikita’s hands moved was like lightening. She’d never seen anyone moved that fast. Shikita’s reflexes were so fast.

“I don’t fancy Italian women,” Shikita said quietly. “Moreover, you look familiar.”

Theresa had taken the trouble of wearing a mask to disguise her face. She also wore a wig.

Being a crime officer she knew Shikita’s spies would know a lot about her.

Shikita was no fool.

She had spies everywhere monitoring every crime agencies in several countries.

And since Theresa was a top crime agent in Los Angeles, Shikita’s spies must have encountered her before and they must given Shikita have a perfect description of what Theresa must’ve looked like.

Despite her disguise, Theresa had an uneasy feeling Shikita had figured her out.

“I don’t fancy Italian women,” Shikita repeated, then she smiled. ” But I’ll make an exception for you. If you want me as badly as I want you, then come to my room where we can have more privacy.”

Theresa cocked her head to a side. “We have more than enough privacy in here. Let’s not waste time.”

She was trying to buy Alfred time. She didn’t know if he had already knock out Kashmiri.

If she stepped out with Shikita, she might never get the chance to beat her.

Shikita hesitated then considered the situation. She moved closer towards Theresa and kissed her neck.

Theresa felt Shikita’s soft lips running up her neck to her ears. She held Shikita closer to her and tried to undo her outfit.

Shikita stopped her. “You cannot do that. Lay on the bed and allow me.”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Theresa returned back to the bed and waited.

She watched as Shikita gently undressed herself with caution and care. She only had her panties on and brassiere.

Theresa envied this Japanese woman. She had such a sexy body and long legs too.

Then there were the abs on her. This was a physically built woman who had spent years of training in Martial arts.

Shikita returned back to Theresa and stood over her. The two women stared at each other in silence.

Theresa sweated a little. She had decided to take Shikita down in wrestling.

Once they’re both on the bed, she’d pin Shikita down into a rough wrestling fight.

She was going to cut off her breathing until Shikita goes numb and out.

It wouldn’t be easy but she believed she could pull it off. All she had to do was get Shikita on the bed.

“Say, you’re that crime agent in Los Angeles that disrupts my men activities whenever they want to trade drugs or ship it, aren’t you?” Shikita asked all of a sudden.

Theresa stiffened. It had come out casually from her mouth. As casual as if they were having a sound talk.

“You know who I am?” Theresa asked.

Shikita showed her teeth. “You’ve got a nice disguise and that wig you’re wearing is also convincing, but my spies already gave me a list of top agents in every country around the world. I recognize your face and your voice. You might not think it but I’ve got a memory like an elephant. My spies are everywhere across the globe. I have voice recordings of how you and other top crime agents sound like. Take my tip, the next time you’re in a room, always watch out for button microphones.”

Theresa realized her chance of taking Shikita in a fight had blew up in her face.

Shikita knew who she was this whole time.

“You’re not here alone, are you?” Shikita asked, glaring hard at her.

“Who did you come with? The whole crime fighting agents in LA?”

Theresa took action immediately. She grabbed Shikita arm and twisted it behind her back.

Just when she was about taking Shikita to the ground to wrestle her, Shikita broke out of her grip and swung a karate kick on her neck.

Theresa spinned around and crashed on the floor. She yelped in pain when her back landed on the floor. The back had a bullet hole that was just healing.

Everything had just happened in the twinkle of an eye. Theresa had never seen anyone so fast.

That karate kick nearly broke her neck. It took her an effort to get back to her feet.

Shikita was waiting for her. She eyed Theresa thoughtfully. “Don’t waste your energy on me. You cannot defeat me. Surrender now or die.”

Theresa analyzed the situation. If she went for a direct attack, Shikita would beat her to a plum and kill her.

If only she could trap her in a firm lock and wrestle her down can she only defeat this Japanese woman.

Shikita took a judo stance and waited. “Come at me, kitty. I’ll put you to sleep.”

Theresa charged at her. She dodged a kick then ducked under the kick and speared over Shikita’s body.

The two women landed on the bed and a savage fight broke between both of them.

Theresa successful locked Shikita in and strained to knock her out.

Shikita struggled with everything she’s got. She kicked hard numerous times on Theresa’s body until she broke out.

Theresa felt piercings over her neck and shoulders. She released Shikita and hurried up to her feet.

Shikita had pierced three needles on her body. One on her neck and two on her shoulders. She pulled them out and regarded these needles.

“What are these?” Theresa asked, feeling faint.

Shikita stood afar off. She was nursing her neck where Theresa had nearly strangled her. “They’re called senbons.”

Theresa suddenly dropped to the ground on her knees. She was paralyzed. She began feeling a cold sensation surging over her entire body.

“What did you do to me?!” She yelled.

“You just got hit by Senbons,” Shikita said, moving around her. “Know what senbons are? They’re metal needles with a point at both ends. They often serve a medical purpose, being used to strike acupuncture points. They have little killing power, but can be thrown with great accuracy. I make use of senbons to incapacitate or kill my target simply by aiming for vital spots. To make these needles more effective, I poison the tips of the senbon.”

Theresa felt weakened. The poison was taking a toll on her, spreading rapidly through her veins.

She spread her hands on the floor and coughed blood. Her vision was gradually fading off and her breath laboured.

The poison of the sebon was mixing with the poison of the bullet that was already in her body.

“Luckily for you, the poison of the senbons won’t kill you, it will only make you loose consciousness for close thirty minute. But I can kill you after you loose consciousness.” Shikita said, walking towards the only chair in the room and sat down. “But I’d give you a chance to live if you’re interested.”

Theresa glanced up at her, her lips shaking she was going pale.

Shikita went on. “Tell me, who is here with you?”

Theresa spat blood on the floor and glared at her. “You would never believe if I tell you.”

Shikita scoffed, “I’m all ears.”

“The leader of the Gilberto family.” Theresa said with a smirk.

Shikita showed her surprise, “The Gilbertos leader? What’s he doing here?”

Theresa showed her teeth. “Why don’t you ask him yourself? He’s going after your uncle. Better hurry up. I don’t’t suppose your uncle would last long.”

Suddenly, the Shoji door slide opened and two people stepped into the room.

Shikita stood up sharply and took an attack stance. The two men in the shadows watched her. One held a sword and the other was limb.

Both Shikita and Theresa could smell blood oozing from the two men.

One of the men dropped to the floor and fell before Shikita’s feet.

Shikita stepped back in fright as the sunlight from the window fell on his face. “U-Uncle?!”

Shikita’s uncle laid dead before her face. He had been stabbed in the chest in cold blood.

Shikita raised her face to glared at the last man in the shadows.

He came up into the beam of light and stood before everyone.

Theresa gasped when she saw Alfred. “My Lord?!”

Alfred stared straight into Shikita’s eyes, fearlessly. His entire body was marked with deep wounds and cuts sustained from his fight with Kashmiri.

In Alfred’s right hand, he held Kashmiri’s sword.

Shikita was speechless. Speechless because she was staring eye to eye with Alfred.

Alfred opened his mouth and spoke gravely. “I never wanted to kill your uncle, but he was proving stubborn. If you don’t also want to go meet him in hell, cooperate with us and don’t prove stubborn.”