Disguised to kill the mafia heir

Francesa's POV

 I love torture. Ah, got you there. You didn't even let me finish.

 I meant what I said, don't confuse yourself. I love inflicting torture. On whom you may ask. My victims.

 I don't need to talk much; my actions speak for themselves.

Right now, I am perched on a branch high within the shadows of a massive oak tree, my dark outfit blending effortlessly with the night.

The security guards patrolled at tight intervals. They are well-trained and armed. I will give them that. But they are yet to meet me. Cameras spun with precision, the infrared sensors flashing red lights at short intervals.

They were sleek drones, military-grade toys scanning the perimeter. This man must have thought they were his ultimate defense. Isn't that cute? I deployed a small device no larger than a coin.

The pulse from the electromagnetic jammer swept through the air, causing the drones to lose their purpose, moving so aimlessly like blind insects. A ripple of static crackled through the air. Seven seconds of pure silence.

That's all I needed. "Too easy," I whispered, a dark satisfaction curling in my chest. The descent was effortless. A flick of my wrist, a silent leap, and I was already moving, my body a shadow against the night.

The estate's towering walls were no obstacle, just another laughable attempt to keep people like me out. I scaled them with ease, slipping past the now, useless motion sensors like a whisper in the wind.

As I landed on the balcony, I pressed my back against the cold marble, scanning the lavish interior through the tinted glass doors. The room beyond was dark, save for the faint glow of security monitors.

 Useless now. I slid a slender tool from my belt, inserting it into the door's biometric lock. The scanner flickered, protesting, but within seconds, the system surrendered to my override. The soft click of the lock disengaging was almost too satisfying.

Stepping inside, I took a slow breath, inhaling the scent of leather, whiskey, and expensive cologne. "Home sweet home," I murmured, gliding across the pristine carpet. The floor plan was already imprinted in my mind.

 Every hallway, every hidden passage. I moved with calculated ease, avoiding the scattered patrols who still had no idea their entire security system had turned against them. Poor fools.

 As I approached the master wing, a guard rounded the corner, his rifle at the ready. I was on him before he could blink. One sharp twist-his neck snapped with a sickening crunch. He dropped like a marionette with its strings cut, his weapon slipping from his grasp.

 I stepped over the body without a second thought. The heavy oak doors at the end of the corridor loomed ahead. Behind them, Dominic Vance. The bastard who thought money could buy him invincibility.

I tapped into the final security override, disabling the biometric scanner with a simple line of code. The doors hissed open. And there he was. Sprawled across silk