Olivia's ghost

Olivia Scoffed when Pedro ordered everyone to leave…so much for being the mafia leader…the man thought he had every right to do whatever he wanted.

“This?” he asked, pointing with his index finger at the chart she put up on the wall of all her enemies. She made sure to cross them out according to how they would perish.

“Mr. mafia…this is my plan…you can ask questions if not satisfied,” Olivia said in a sarcastic way which Pedro ignored. For one thing, he wasn't looking at the chart or the screen, his eyes were on her. Who on earth told her to wear such an outfit. He didn't appreciate it and wore something so revealing. His heart was tortured greatly. He was in pure misery.

“Plan?” he said questionably and leaned forward. Olivia awkwardly moved aside when she saw the man advancing. Pedro ignored her and took the remote from the table.

“Look here Pedro…let's make a pact…instead of me being your little slave girl, how about we become partners,” Olivia blurted out the words without t