She was drawn to the men who had the money. Mobsters, had alot of money. Lilly had looks to kill for, a desire for the good life, and a gift for gab. It was the perfect union. Lilly had carved out a perfect niche within Capone's organized crime syndicate. She was one of Capone's bedtime girls, and she was happy with that arrangement, as it came with her very own Suite at a posh, upscale hotel. Lilly had stayed as one of Capone's most treasured guests, for over 2 years now. It was as Lilly had suggested, although, Capone would have probably done it without hypnotic suggestion.
Lilleth had plotted and set course on an irreversible path of destruction. While rubbing elbows and sucking cocks, of upper echelon men in power, she made a few enemies along the way. She lured the mayor away from his wife for a weekend, and broke in the chief of police's soD. She had lured the men for the St. Valentines day Massacre, to their morbid ending, with promises of a gangbang, and the naked Lilly laughing, when they became human swiss cheese.
Al Capone was the jealous type and he didn't appreciate Lilly's running around Chicago, giving up her freaky nature to other men. With all the safeguard suggestions she had given Capone to not harm her, the conniving bastard had found a way to thwart her existence completely. A deaf assassin was called in to handle the Lilly issue. Someone on whom her power of suggestion was totally useless against. So, she found herself running through the back alleys of Chicago, breathless, and the mystery man gaining ground on her with every step.
When the man finally grabbed a hand full of Lilly's hair, he yanked her backwards hard, and stopped her long winded chase in an instant. Lilly screamed, in pain and fear, as the deaf man swiftly bound her hands and feet together and stuffed her mouth with a gag. He carried the trembling young lady all the way back to her hotel room, where Capone and several of his inner circle were waiting impatiently.