Chapter 1
BANG BANG BANG
Awakening from the deep slumber, I jolt awake in shock and immediately reach for my pistol what was located on my nightstand. Aiming my gun towards the sound effortlessly, I finally identify the culprit which causes a deep scowl to take over my features.
"Wow! Chill it's me!"
"Adrian, what did I say about sneaking up in me like that" I snap out, looking at my best friend who was standing there with wide eyes. My gaze lowers to his hands where he held a metal pot and a spoon.
So that was the noise.
"You told me to never do it again.... but I couldn't resist myself! I was told to wake you up so I mean in a way I did" the blonde grumbled out, his dark ocean blue eyes eyeing my gun as I lower it back to its spot on my night stand. This was a typical reoccurance with my friend as he was a jokester with no boundaries.
"Who told you to wake me up? Everyone knows not to wake me up" I mumble out, throwing the covers off of me as I get up to stretch my sore limbs. I had training yesterday and lets just say they did not go easy on me in the slightest. The trainers have been rougher and rougher on me each training session for no reason when I was already one of the best of the best, I love the challenge but I wonder why.
"Do you really think Raphael cares" Adrian asks with a quirked eyebrow as he hands me a cropped black t-shirt to cover my sports bra with.
This made me pause, eyeing my friend in question. "What did he want" I curiously asked. Raphael usually talked to me about whatever questions or information he had later in the day, never in the morning. He also never went through anyone else.
"Not a clue, you know I don't question him Gene" the boy in front of stated with a shrug, "Just hurry up and don't take too long". Then with that he walked out.
Now you're probaly wondering who Raphael is. He's the one and only mob boss of the French Mafia, also a complete asshole. Being one of his top spies, we have a mutual understanding going on but that's the extent of our relationship. I do his dirty work, and he offers me money and a place to stay. However before I worked for him because as Raphael claimed I 'owed it to him'. Why? Well at the mere age of 7 my parents were shot and murdered brutally in front of my eyes while I hid from the masked intruders. My father was one of Raphael's top assassins and my mother being one of his top spies at the time, and I'm assuming they must've pissed off the wrong person what led to that gruesome outcome.
However, Raphael took me in after finding me in hiding and ever since then he's told me I'm indebt to him to replace my parents. I've been training since I was 8, my childhood and everything being stripped from me but obviously Raphael didn't care. Had I not been a child of my parents, he would've shot me without remorse. That's just how he is. Cold. Cruel. Corrupt. Evil. But I cannot really talk, he's turned me into a emotionless killing machine.
I slip on a pair of black lace up combat boots with black leggings before tying my long thick wavy hair into a high pony tail Just my type of style. I didn't bother applying any makeup due to the fact that I was naturally pretty and I had no one to impress in the walls of this building.
I glanced around my room, it was nothing special. It had dark wooden floors with greys walls and a black bedspread. The only thing remotely 'homey' about it was a picture of my parents and I on my nightstand. Apart from that it looked almost identical to all of the other rooms. I headed out and groaned slightly, my room being at the very end was comforting as I had some isolation from everyone else but also not convient for walks such as this one.
Taking the elevator up, I finally step on to the floor where Raphael's office is and punch in the key code to get in. This than led me down a dark hallwhere where I just walk in which makes the scowling man raise his head from his computer.
"Haven't I told you to knock? Countless times" he grumbled out which made me roll my eyes in response but keep quiet as I take a seat in front of him. I really could care less about what he wanted me to do when it didn't involve my job.
"What did you need that was so important you had to wake me up" I question with crossed arms, raising an eyebrow which got the elder man's attention. Nobody wakes me up at the ass crack of dawn so this better be good. This girl loved her beauty sleep.
"Watch the attitude Genevieve, you might be one of my best spies and assassins but I will not tolerate the disrespect" Raphael snapped out with narrowed eyes before he cleared his voice and continued, "I have a mission for you, it's probaly your most important and hardest ones yet".
"Your going undercover to obtain informtion to take down the Italian Mafia, more precisely Lorenzo Caputo. And I have a feeling you'll enjoy this mission more than your others as well" he stated with his crusty lips curling into a smirk to show his yellow teeth. Oh how this man gave me the absolute creeps with just his looks, there's something called a toothbrush maybe he should invest in one.
However this got my attention.
"Why?" I question, not bothering to hide my shock that this was indeed going to be one of my hardest missions. I mean for gods sake the Italian Mafia was known for being furthermore relentless and secretive than us, which is hard to accomplish.
"Because in this mafia you'll be able to find out who murdered your parents" the man replied, eyes scanning my face to gauge my reaction.
My eyes widened, a gulp visibly coming from me as I merely nodded. However there was nothing I wanted more than closure with their murder. I wanted the satisfaction of torturing and making the person who ripped my parents away from me at such a young age. I wanted them to pay for taking away my only family.
My hands clenched and unclenched into fists as I then questioned, "How will I be going undercover?"
"Lorenzo owns multiple clubs, those including strip joints. We already have someone working against him at his most popular strip club who hires all of the girls. She will 'hire' you as one of his new dancers. This club is called Notte Felice, it's his most popular club and it's where he spends a majority of his time. He has meetings and deals go on here. Do whatever you need to get an in and obtain information" Raphael explains which makes me scowl.
I've had to do a lot for my missions, but never something as far as stripping.
"How long do I have" I ask with furrowed eyebrows. There was no way this was going to be easy.
"As long as you need as long as you don't get caught" the elderly man in front of me replied. Well no shit.
"And when do I leave?"
"Later today, we will transport you to the womans's house, her name is Farrah. She will then help you with the rest" Raphael stated before looking down at his paperwork once more. "If that is all the questions you had than you are dismissed".
Something felt off about this but I brushed it off my shoulder and got up without another word and exited the door. Needless to say I was looking forward to the closure of my parents murder, but I was not happy about how I was undercover.
All of the sexist assholes I work with were going to get a riot of of this once they catch word.
I began my journey down to the dining hall for breakfast, hoping that Adrian was there. I needed to tell him. Or more like complain.
I head back down on the elevator, silently scowling at the number of floors decreasing while consumed in my thoughts.
How the hell was I supposed to manage to get an in with the mafia, let alone close enough to their boss to get information about him? Raphael is lucky that I took up pole dancing as a workout a couple years ago so I do have practice with that but I've never practiced in front of people before. This was going to be my make or break, all this appeared to be was a suicide mission it seemed. This was off, why would Raphael send me into an undercover mission like this with no goal of assassinating someone as important as Lorenzo. I may as well be a dead man walking if I get that information and even try to escape. They would catch on immediately.
The only reason I had not questioned Raphael more was because I want the closure of my parents murder and revenge if it was the last thing I did.
I walked down the hallway, ignoring the many people who strolled past without a word nor acknowledgement. As you can tell I wasn't known for being a social butterfly around here. More so because everyone, except for Adrian, were afraid to get on my bad side.
For good reason too.
I gave a nod to the two guards on either side of the doorway of the dining hall before walking in. Scanning the bustling area to look for the familiar blonde, I then finally found my target. I strolled over there, trying to hold the frustration on my face.
"Spill" Adrian said through a mouthful of food the moment I sat down which made me scowl.
"So I got a mission" I grumbled out, stabbing a fork into the plate of pancakes he had in front of him.
"Where at?" my best friend questioned, confused as to this reaction over what he probaly assumed was a normal task.
"The Italian Mafia.... as a dancer for one of their clubs" I mumbled out, my words barely audible but I knew Adrian heard based on his wide eyes.
"Holy shit Gene, that's huge" he exclaimed which made me cover my face with my hands with a groan, "As if I don't already know that Adrian".
"The only reason I'm doing it without a fight is because Raphael told me I could find information on my parents murder" I stated.
"Are you sure he's not lying" the boy in front of me asked with a questioning look which made me glare in response.
"Everyone knows what happens if you lie to me, even Raphael" I snapped out, not even taking that thought into consideration.
Silence then cut the conversation between us as we continued to eat our breakfast.
"I mean at least you can put those pole dancing skills to work now"
"I will stab your eyes out with this fork Adrian"
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I sighed and glanced at the clock.
An hour till I met Raphael downstairs to leave.
I looked at my bag and all the clothing I was supposed to pack and scowled. The clothing I was given for my mission could barely be considered clothing, more so lingerie.
But I mean I guess that's all I really needed.
However, I knew for a fact those sexist pigs in this building also partook in this and probaly got pure enjoyment out of knowing I had to do this. There were very few woman who had made it to my position, none of them being alive today including my mother. So therefore compared to the men I was considered weak, helpless, and incompetent. Since day one I've been nothing but a threat to all of them, despite continously proving them wrong by accomplishing the missions they all had previously failed.
I will give it to them though, these would look good on my body without a doubt. I knew I was attractive, hence why the men thought that I would be much suited as an accessory. Having curves for days yet being extremely muscular were one of my best assets along with a big nice rack and ass. My height, standing at 5'2, made my strength very deceiving as I was shorter than almost every mafia member I encountered. My face, as Adrian described it, was "carved by the gods". My lips were plump and pouty, nose was upturned and small, and my face was naturally very defined with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones.
However, my favorite thing had to be my eyes. They were a bright pale blue, almost looking white which heavily contrasted my tan skin and midnight black hair. When I allowed it, they told every story of my life but with being what I am? They were always masked with the same emotionless cold look I held everyday.
As I packed my bags, I made sure to only pack the neccessities. A few normal outfits, my club outfits, hygenine product, makeup, as well as my trusty weapons.
Finishing up, I sighed while looking at the picture frame of my parents and I. "I'm doing this for you guys" I mumble out before planting a kiss on it and packing it in my bag as well.
To help pass time I read up on my Italian although I spoke it very well as it was one of my native tongues growing up from my Nonna.
As the next hour flew by of me doing busy work, my phone rang which I picked up without even looking at the caller ID. I immediately knew who it was.
"We're ready" Raphael stated in a gruff tone which made me simply hang up in response.
I glanced around my room, soaking in the one place I considered 'home' for the past 13 years. I didn't even know if I would return here.
I then headed out of my room, lugging my bag over my shoulder but not before I ran into someone.
Adrian.
"I take it as your leaving?" he mumbled out sadly, glancing down at me which made me crack a sad smile.
"Yeah unfortunately" I replied which made him say while pulling me into a tight hug "I'll miss you Gene".
"Come on big guy, you know this isn't goodbye. This is just see you later" I joke out, attempting to lighten the mood but he simply rolled his eyes with a cracking smile.
"Yeah yeah. Be safe you dork" Adrian said before releasing me which made me nodd.
"Always".
I turned away from him, heading down the hall to the elevator. As the elevator went down each floor I allowed my thoughts to consume me in preparation for what I was getting myself into.
Once I heard the ding, I realized I finally reached the garage and stepped out. Raphael was accompinied by three guards next to a black tinted Escalade.
"Took you long enough" one of them grumbled which made me glare at him, this caused him to immediately shut up.
"You remember what we talked about?" Raphael questioned, turning his focus to me as I tossed my bag into the car.
I merely nodded in reply which made him sigh in approval. "You'll be meeting Farrah at her house. You start working at the club tonight" he gruffly stated which made me nod again before hopping into the car.
I watched as Raphael then turned his back and walked back to the elevator. The goons then hoped into the vechicle after me, not sparing me a glance before starting it up.
"Well I just signed a death wish" I mumbled to myself as we pulled out of the garage to begin our journey to this 'Farrah' woman.
Good luck to me.
