“Plot Twist! I never thought it would end up like this.”

"So you five are trying to tell me that I am the renowned Mafia Boss in New York City?"

The five men unanimously nodded.

"Tell me this at least, how many people have I killed?"

"None Senora. One of your principles is that you plan to protect the people instead of hurting them."

Is that supposed to make me feel better somehow? For me to be a renowned Mafia Boss I must've done something illegal!

I sighed deeply as I held the wine glass in my right hand. The five men sat on their knees facing me.

I sat on a cushioned-throne-like chair which was a couple of steps elevated to where the men sat. I truly felt like a tyrant Queen as I watched the five men shiver.

To be honest I don't blame them. Their mafia boss has suddenly turned into a crying/laughing mess of a person. My emerald eyes were now swollen and puffed from the amount of crying that I had done in the past hour. My throat was as dry as the Sahara desert from my laughing, and my fucking diaphragm hurt like hell. And to top it all off my hair was curled and everywhere making me resemble Medusa.

"Okay my dudes, what is it that I am so renowned for?"

The five men instantly frowned at my use of "dudes". Despite being in the past, like hell am I going to abandon my modern day slang. So they better get used to it.

The five men looked at each other before the man in the middle cleared his throat and said,

"Well ma'am, you are renowned for the "nightly services" that you have been providing to the other Mafia Dons."

I frowned. "Nightly Services"? The fuck is that supposed to mean?

"What do you mean by that?"

The five men's' faces flushed as red as the wine which swirled in my cup. The brave soul in the middle cleared his throat once more before saying.

"Well Senora, most mafia bosses have a certain skill that they have. And yours has to do with nightly pleasures."

I blinked as I began to put the pieces together. The six of us sat staring at each other for a fat minute before I sighed. I then tipped back the full glass of wine and let it enter my dry throat. A couple of seconds later I looked to the middle guy and said.

"Why did you have to beat around the bush? Just say that I was a whore."

The five men cleared their throats as they scratched the back of their heads nervously. I then laid back in the chair.

Of all the people that I had to reincarnate as.

It had to be a female Mafia Boss who is known for the services she provides in the night.

I sighed once more before standing up and pacing back and forth in front of the chair. The five men who sat in front of me watched me.

Why am I freaking out about this situation? Not a lot of people are blessed with the opportunity to live again. And just look at this house! To be able to seduce those mafia bosses enough to make this much money means that it's not just some sort of hobby. This woman was a fucking expert.

Do I see this as being immoral?

Hell yes.

As a detective wannabe in my past life, all of this sure was hurting my conscience. And with that in mind I hope to set things right.

I could use my position to set the justice system straight. Or use it to suppress the other mafia leaders. The opportunities are endless! I smiled and chuckled before plopping back in the chair.

But before doing anything I needed to solve this "nightly service" issue of mine. I crossed my right leg over my left knee and smirked at the five men in front of me.

"Well my men, it seems like I remember everything now. With that in mind why don't we give a visit to our next customer for the night?"

The five men smiled before standing up and nodding. I chuckled. The customer for the night will surely not forget the night that I'm going to give him.

I'll be giving him a piece of hell after all.

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