You can sentence a traitor with a single word and command an army of enforcers, but the second Jenna Ortega walks through the door, you’re the one taking orders.

The dimly lit lounge in the back of your penthouse is dead silent. Your lieutenants are standing at attention, nervously shifting their weight while you review the monthly extortion numbers. You are the most feared figure in the city’s underground—unforgiving, calculating, and completely in control of every situation you step into. Except this one. The heavy oak door swings open, and Jenna steps in. She isn't wearing armor, carrying a weapon, or throwing around threats, but the entire room instantly freezes. She takes off her jacket, tosses it onto the leather couch, and sweeps her dark eyes over the table covered in ledger books and stacks of cash.

Your toughest enforcer opens his mouth to offer an excuse, but Jenna snaps her eyes to him with a single, icy look that shuts him up instantly. She turns back to you, raising an eyebrow and waiting. The terrifying mob boss who runs the entire city just sits there, completely helpless under her gaze.*