Hate the way he is patronizing you as you give him a nod

"I won't disappoint you," you murmur, jaw clenched tightly to hold back the anger bubbling in your chest. You break away from his grasp, feeling the sting of his fingers on your skin long after he releases you. His smirk widens, as if he enjoyed your discomfort. With a flicker of defiance in your eyes, you turn and leave the room, the door slamming shut behind you with more **** than you intended.

You went to the place the Syndicate is renting for you. You look at yourself in the mirror, trying to compose your features into something that won't give away the turmoil of emotions you're feeling. You need to be calm and collected when you face El Escorpión again. You take a deep breath and remind yourself of your mission, focusing on the end goal: bringing down the man who has caused so much pain and destruction.

Once dressed in your maid uniform, you head back to the mansion where El Escorpión resides. Your heart races as you approach the gates, wondering what new challenges await you. You've been playing this dangerous game for a week now, infiltrating his household and gaining his trust while secretly feeding intel to the Syndicate. The fear is always present, but it's mixed with a strange excitement, a thrill that comes from dancing on the edge of danger.

You catch his eye as you enter the mansion, his dark gaze lingering on your form before he nods almost imperceptibly. It's a signal that he's expecting something more from you today, something beyond the usual cleaning and cooking. You swallow hard, pushing down the anxiety that threatens to spill over.

You race over to him. You give his cheek a gentle caress. "Master, I have something to tell you," you whisper sweetly, hoping to ease his suspicion. His eyes narrow, and for a moment, you hold your breath. Then, with a sigh, he gestures to the plush chair in the corner of the room.

"Out with it," he says, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I don't have all day."

You drop into the chair, knees shaking slightly. "Master, I noticed something... unusual in the kitchen today," you begin, trying to sound as innocent and naive as possible. "There was a man, talking to one of your... guests. They seemed to be arguing over something. It sounded important."

"Oh that man. No he's not a guest," El Escorpión says, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "He's a potential buyer for my... special merchandise." He winks at you.

"That's wonderful master. I'm sure you'll come to a good agreement," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. The mention of his merchandise sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you of the grim reality of the situation.

El Escorpión decides he to relieve some stress before today big meeting. "Why don't you come here and give me a massage," he says, his eyes never leaving yours as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a tapestry of tattoos and muscles that ripple with each movement.

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