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I heave a deep breath. I'm outside the biggest mansion I have ever bloody seen in my entire life.

I'm wearing a black sleeveless dress that has a slit starting from my thigh but that also hides a gun on my other thigh. For just in case purposes. I am entering a ball full with people who work for the mafia after all.

I quickly fix the long, black gloves I'm wearing and clasp my hands together to stop myself from fidgeting.

Yes, I'm nervous. But I can't be nervous; even though if I mess up I will most likely end up in a dim basement getting living shit tortured out of me. You're not helping yourself, Azaría.

"I'm in," I whisper just loud enough for my team on the other side of the earpiece. Oh yeah, and I'm the only one inside this mansion. How great is that?

"Good, you've already done step one," Mr. Arthur says reassuringly. "Get a drink, wait around until his men find you."

Find me and kill me. Wait- torture me then kill me. Okay, I really need to shut the fuck up.

Doing as my boss said, I head over to the bar. "Shirley Temple please." There's no way I'm drinking alcohol right now. I need to stay focus even though it would seriously ease my nerves.

I only have one chance at this and I seriously can't mess up. I think I've said that a good amount of times already but still.

This past week I spent studying this mission. Studying Niccolo and this assassin I'm pretending to be.

Sighing, I take a sip of my drink. Stay blessed, never stressed Azaría.

I scan the room carefully. Just a bunch of men in suits and women in fancy dresses. Oh not to mention scary, Italian guards with guns in their waistbands.

Whatever, at least I got a chance to dress up. I look so sexy smexy in this dress right now. Not to mention the YSL heels I'm wearing.

I clear my throat as two guards walk towards me. "Come with us, Ms. Azaría," one of them say. The act begins.

I follow them through the crowd of people into a quiet hallway and then a room. Not an empty room however. There are two men sitting on a couch waiting for me. Niccolo Alvera and his right hand man Pietro Gallo.

He's wearing an all black suit and his brown curls placed perfectly, some falling to his forehead. Once he looks up to me, I meet with his deep, green eyes.

"Take a seat," Niccolo gestures to the couch in front of him. I can't be nervous. You've been undercover before, you got this.

I sit down, keeping my eyes on Niccolo. "Nice event you have here," I tell him and he chuckles at my words.

"Looks nice but they aren't fun," Pietro utters, crossing his shoulders as he leans back on the couch. Looks like he isn't having fun clearly.

"Well, Azaría," he speaks up, his voice deep, "I find it weird how all these years you've kept your identity a secret and now... you change your mind?"

"I'm sure you've heard," I sigh, crossing my legs. They both furrow their brows at my reply. "My uncle. The one who has been helping me with clientele and such all these years has been killed by the feds. I can't work alone on this so-"

Before I could continue, I get cut off by Niccolo. "So you want to work with us?" Could have let me finish but okay, Mr. Grumpy.

"I've done many assassinations for you, no?" I raise my brows. "You have been my top client for years."

Gosh, I looked into this assassins file for hours. I know her whole life story by heart. Thing is, her brother and her are in MI6 custody. Kinda sad since she is so badass.

"She could be a good asset," I hear Pietro say since he isn't a good whisperer. "I know I would be," I reply, catching both their attentions.

"I've made over a thousand kills, never once been caught. I have many methods: sniping, poisoning, up close. Admins choice," I shrug.

Getting into character is easier than I thought. I think I'm actually doing good.

"Okay," Niccolo sighs, placing a piece of paper in front of me. "It's a deal once you sign this."

I pick it up and see that it's a contract. Basically, it's stating that I can't work for anyone else, tell their secrets, leave, and more. Bunch of yip-yap.

I pick up the pen and quickly write my signature before handing the paper back to him. We all stand up and he brings out his hand. Didn't know he was much of a hand shaker.

Looking into his eyes, I shake his hand. His grip is tight but not too tight and his silver rings are cold pressed against my fingers.

"Time for drinks," Pietro grins, not wasting any time to leave.

"He's a fun one," I chuckle, looking up to Niccolo. I didn't think the height difference would be this bad. It says on his file he's around six foot two. I'm five'five but I'm literally in heels right now and I still have to look up at him to meet his gaze.

"Yeah, he's something," Niccolo mutters under his breath as we both leave the room.

As we walk down the hallway, I can feel his eyes on me the entire time. "Staring can be seen as rude, Mr. Alvera," I tell him.

"A lot of people would think twice before speaking to me in that way," he whispers into my ear, his voice overlapping the loud music.

"I'm not afraid of you if that's what you think," I challenge, placing my hand on his chest to push him away but instead he grabs it and pulls me onto the dance floor as a slow song starts to play.

"You're quite bold," he chuckles dryly. His hands sliver around my waist, pulling me even closer than we were before.

"What are we doing?" I ask him. He raises his brows at my question. "A dance. To celebrate the deal," he shrugs.

Oh? I didn't expect that from him but nonetheless, my hands move up his bicep, one staying on his shoulder while the other wraps behind his neck.

"Tell me," he says, catching my attention. "Have you gotten requests to kill me?"

"If you want the names of those people, you aren't getting them," I muse.

"Oh?" he looks down at me with a small smirk, "So there have been requests?"

I shrug, ignoring his question. This is something I don't even know but I could only imagine the amount of people that would want him dead.

He spins me around, pressing my back against his chest. "Being secretive, are we now, Azaría?" he mutters into my ear. The way he says my name sends shivers down my spine.

He spins me back around so that I'm now facing him. "Batting your green eyes won't have me spilling my secrets, Niccolo," I scoff.

He furrows his brows, "Yeah?"

The dance slowly comes to end. He grabs my thigh and places a hand on my lower back before tilting me back. I tighten my hands around him for support, feeling his muscles through the suit fabric.

I stare into his eyes, unable to say anything as his hand runs up my thigh slowly and he stops once he feels my gun. "Planning on killing me?"

"It's for emergencies," I utter. He chuckles at my respond before bringing me back up and letting go.

He hands me a burner phone. "I'll contact you soon," he whispers into my ear and before I could even think of a reply, he walks away.

"We have a done deal," I say through the earpiece. Thank God I had it muted when I entered the room with him. I'm not supposed to but anything is better than my team hearing whatever that was.

"Good job, Azaría!" Aaliyah exclaims and I can practically hear her huge grin. I let out a sigh of relief. I did good. You know, that was kind of easy.

As I head towards the door, Pietro stops me. Don't tell me I jinxed myself. Shit.

"Leaving early?" he questions. "Came for the deal and it's done, no? Now I have places to be and people to kill," I shrug.

"I see," he hums. "Love to see a hard working woman. See you soon, Azaría," he smirks and sends me a wink before walking away.

This can't be that bad, right?



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