Gloria's voice cut through the tension like a knife, her disapproval evident as she took in all that information Mio told her. "Oh my. How utterly appalling. That poor girl..." she murmured, her concern for Allison evident in her tone.
Mio sprang into action, swiftly activating the silent alarm that would summon Carol and Gloria to the backroom of the bar. With the patrons served their beers, she entrusted Allison with managing the bar and slipped away unnoticed. In the safety of the backroom, she recounted the torment Federico had inflicted upon Allison during her childhood — the beatings, the insults, the relentless psychological abuse.
Carol and Gloria listened intently, their expressions a mixture of fury and resolve. Former assassins they may have been, but since adopting Mio, their attitudes toward life had changed drastically.
As they absorbed the harrowing tale of their daughter's best friends suffering, they knew without a doubt that action had to be taken.
Carol's smug grin spoke volumes. "Thanks for telling us, sweetie, I'll handle it," she assured Mio, her confidence unwavering as she prepared to confront the unwelcome guest. With a flick of her hair and a wink directed to her wife, Carol disappeared into the night, ready to deal with the situation head-on.
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Federico's lecherous behavior was unmistakable as he openly ogled the new woman entering the bar. His eyes roamed over her figure with unchecked desire, his lewd gaze fixated on her every movement.
"Hey there cutie!” He wolf-whistled towards her, beckoning her to come closer. “Good god you're hot. Why don't you come over here and let the richest man in town spoil you!" he exclaimed, his words dripping with arrogance as he licked his lips in anticipation.
Unbeknownst to Federico, the woman he sought to seduce was none other than Carol in disguise. With practiced ease, she approached him and seated herself on his lap, her actions calculated to lull him into a false sense of security.
Purring like a kitten, Carol expertly played the part, her feigned affection masking her true intentions. To Federico, she was nothing more than another woman he could conquer, oblivious to the trap that had been set for him. Tenderly stroking his leg, leaning on his muscular arms, whispering naughty words into his ear.. she knew exactly how to get him all good and pent up. She was like a spider, expertly binding her prey. but Federico, high on his own lust, shut them up.
As Carol expertly manipulated Federico's desires, he became putty in her hands, unable to resist her allure. Gently biting his ear, she whispered those sweet words he desperately wanted to hear. ”Please…i need you so badly ....come with me..”
When she whispered her invitation, his primal instincts overpowered any semblance of rational thought, and he followed her eagerly to the secluded corner of the bar.
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However, once they were alone, the tables turned dramatically. No longer under the guise of seduction, Carol's true intentions were laid bare as she confronted Federico with a cold, unwavering hatred. Gloria, on standby, locked the door. With a kick as fast as lightning, Carol knocked him out in one strike.
He awoke a few minutes later. "Listen here, punk. I don't care that you 'own' this town," she declared, her voice dripping with pure hatred as she towered over him. "When you're in here, you're on my property. And there ain't a soul in here that doesn't listen to what I say. I am the law here. And I don't take kindly to men like you. Hurt MY crew, and you hurt me."
With each word, Carol's anger boiled over, her pure hatred for this rotten man pure for all to see. And then, without hesitation, she unleashed a barrage of kicks upon him, each one landing with precise accuracy on his most sensitive areas. Allison meanwhile, stood out in the snow, brutally beating up Federico's goons. They had been harrasing another patron, so Allison had done her job and told them to "take it outside".
Duct-taped and unable to defend himself, Federico could only endure the onslaught, his cries of pain muffled by the tape that bound him. In that moment, he was utterly powerless, at the mercy of Carol's wrath, a stark reminder of the consequences of underestimating those who reside within the Dead End.
With Federico bound and helpless before her, Carol seized the opportunity to tell this scumbag an important message. she yanked his hair, forcing him to meet her gaze. she relished in the fear that flickered in Federico's eyes, a testament to her power over him. She was not usually this violent, but if anyone tried to hurt the crew…
"I'll let you go this once," she declared, her voice dripping with venomous certainty. "I'm not Kiwami, I ain't some brute. But know this."
"If you ever even plan to step foot in here again," she continued, punctuating each syllable with a swift kick to his defenseless form. "You're gonna find out why we called this place the Dead End. Me and my wife are gonna find you. We are gonna hunt you. And we are gonna do things to ya. Things you don't want to know. ARE WE FUCKIN CLEAR?"
The final kick drove home her message, leaving no room for doubt. Federico was at her mercy, utterly powerless against the force of her will.
Federico, now a babbling crying mess, couldn't even muster the strength to reply. "Now get the hell out." And so he did. Exiting the bathroom, he came out to see his goons laying passed out in the snow, Allison standing triumphantly over them. “Hi dad…missed ya.”