Chapter 164: Chapter 41: My Former Lady Gang-Boss President

As I finally made my way to Cassandra's office, the silver plate on the door read her name and title being president. I don't remember why she needed to come here herself, as originally, Elizabeth and Haruka would do most of the work.

However, it seemed both worked under her as apprentice presidents, with Elizabeth taking the Vice-President title.

I entered the door with a loud knock, wondering if the CEO needed to knock. Or if I couldn't just be like those badass guys from TV who would slam into the room and cause the employees to reveal their hidden deeds...

Stepping inside... Cassandra's office looked like any typical corporate office, with paintings on the walls, and two large welcoming couches with a big marble table in between them while her computer and other tech were placed on a spacious L-shaped desk near the corner.

There was also a white office chair with golden legs... where Cassandra's round posterior was now dressed in a tight short skirt and jacket. Her voice came out with an angry but quiet tone, keeping her voice hushed having an intense conversation on the phone, so focused that I didn't want to interrupt her.

So I sat across from her on a more comfy waiting sofa with my legs spread while taking out my phone to check messages and any new apps or games to play.

"I told you we won't accept such an unfair premium!" Cassandra's platinum blonde hair flicked over her shoulder as she sounded irritated. The voice on the phone was an older woman with a very arrogant voice... I heard she wanted a slightly bigger price for transferring and dealing with the clothes Cassandra arranged to transport.

Aren't we gangsters, I thought to myself, before thinking to my enemies, monsters, demons, angels.... and now the divine, so why should I hold back against a lowly little thug?

With my mind made, I stood from the sofa and walked towards Cassandra, who looked up at me, her beautiful eyes like golden gems fluttering before I took the phone from her hand and held it to my ear.

"If you don't want your goods to see the light of day, you better reconsider. A small company wants to go up against—"

"Old woman, if you don't shut up and deal with the goods for half the agreed price, you'll regret it."

Something came over me from entering the room, seeing the face of Cassandra like that day she was weak against the ability holders of that other gang... Rather, it felt like this woman was probably like them or something similar... Making me remember I had yet to start fulfilling my promise to help them awaken.

The old woman didn't speak but seemed caught in a fit of laughing and coughing at my words.

"... May I have the little boy introduce himself to this helpless girl?" she said.

"You seem to have mistaken me." I corrected, "I have no intention of getting to know you, but since you wanted to make my woman look that way and give her a hard time, you either pay the compensation. Or I'll kill you."

Stepping towards her chair, I looked down at her alluring figure pressing against her neat suit, those huge breasts pushed together with a black bra, their deep cleavage visible through her frilled blouse; with a vacant look, she gazed at me.

Reaching down my hand, Cassandra closed her eyes before her head tilted, and she allowed my palm to grasp her left cheek gently.

"The fight will be child's play," I reassured. "But I also can't let others suffer for my promises and delay...." I stroked her soft cheek, enjoying the feeling of her, remembering the night I met this woman, she tried to test me due to lavishly spending money...

Now she helps run my gang, the gang she spent over a decade building that I stole from her, yet she hadn't betrayed me yet. So I kissed her lips softly as my hand caressed her smooth neck.

Cassandra's beautiful eyes flickered in the dim office lights... Her anxiety changed after I kissed her, showing her tongue as it rubbed against mine; she released a faint moan that sent shivers through me, the longing and passion causing me to wonder how this gorgeous woman had not been deflowered and tasted, only seen by the public eye.

Her soft, warm tongue tasted divine, so tender, full... While her arms rose, the slender fingers gripping around my shoulders. I grabbed her thick thighs through her expensive black skirt while lifting her from the seat. Cassandra's round, fat ass pressed down, grinding on me, but as I looked into her eyes, Cassandra was shedding a tear that caused me to stop.

"I will fulfil my promises now; sorry for making you wait so long because I am too arrogant."

Holding her up with one arm, she grabbed my neck, scared she might fall; I flicked my wrist as more than fifty small vials with a dark red liquid inside them appeared, with the words "Lunar Wolf" written on the bottles.

"This will make all the women like you. Werewolves, but it won't make them crazed or addicted to blood; they might start loving normal human food more, haha..."

"For now, give this to your most valued girls one vial each. Next time we meet, I will give you more for the newbies. I plan to dilute it for the ones we trust least, so they will have to earn the power of what your closest allies have."

Then, with another flick, a black jar appeared, with the words "Cassandra - Eclipse" written on the label in neat handwriting.

It was clear that this one was special as the blood glistened with golden and silver specs of light as if small stars and moons filled the vial.

"This is my gift to you as a woman; the voice in your head should tell you its significance. Drink it if you accept; toss it down the drain if not."

Without giving her a chance to argue, I let her go, dropping into her black chair with a loud creak, before I rushed out of the office and climbed into my car, using the address I would deal with this old woman first.

I felt this woman probably caused Cassandra a lot of pain in the past for that and her new threat. Anyone that sided with her was going to suffer an agonising death.

My lips curved into a twisted grin while speeding, feeling the urge to drive up and punch this lady across her face, as the memory of Cassandra looking at me in despair after crying and hugging herself while those bastards attacked her club was infuriating.