Behind her, two burly guards were panting, trying to catch up.
"Ma'am! Please! You can't just—"
"Watch me," she said without even turning back, raising one hand to shut them up.
Leonardo spun around, his instincts snapping in. His arm lifted and aimed the gun until his sharp eyes met hers.
The woman froze, eyes locked with his.
Her brows slowly arched upward, lips parted just a bit. "Damn," she muttered under her breath, eyeing the tall man in front of her.
"Who the hell are you?" Leonardo asked, his tone still guarded.
But the woman didn't answer immediately.
Because standing there looking straight at a real mafia boss with a gun in hand—was SyntaxQueen herself. The legendary ghost in the hackerverse. The one who never showed her face, never made public appearances, and never lost a trace.
Until now.
"Bell didn't tell me they have guns!" she thought, lips twitching as her eyes scanned the room.
There were four tall handsome men standing around.
She gulped.
