Serena POV

The day was here.

The time of karma has finally arrived.

After a twelve-hour flight on Massimo's private jet with twenty different men, we finally made it to Mexico. We left the morning after the bomb fire and landed last night around eight in the evening.

The flight was long and tiring as we brainstormed the best course of action on how to get to Ricardo without alerting the rest of his guests.

So when we got to the hotel yesterday and had the plan set, we spent a few hours setting up the computers and equipment for the men that were staying back at the hotel for surveillance.

All the men we brought with us were hand-picked between Massimo and me based on skill level.

Eight perfected hand-on-hand combat, five never missed in the shooting range, and two were here for communication and hacking if needed.

Now it is roughly noon and we called a meeting to our room for last-minute questions and concerns.

I stand in the back of the conference room with my back against the wall, watching as the men start pilling in. Massimo and Spencer stood a few feet away from me looking down at the blueprints Tomas sent us of the property.

Once everyone was situated, Massimo moved closer to me at the front of the room causing silence to spread.

It still amazed me how he could control a room with just one look.

"Does everyone know what team they are on?" Massimo asks starting the meeting. He is met with nods but a few seem unsure, too scared to speak out.

"We will go over it again just in case," I say and look over at Massimo to inform them.

"Team one; Spencer, Chester, Serena, and I will be going inside first. Team two; Luca, Dante, Mateo, Marco, Leo, and Lorenzo will be going in second. Team three; Francesco, Gabriele, Andrea, Eduardo, and Enzo will be outside at the gates. Take down the guards and change into their uniforms to blend in. Jason, you are in charge of hacking into the cameras. I want your eyes on Ricardo at all times so he doesn't sneak out under our noses if he suspects us.

"As for the rest of you, you are here for backup. You will stay in the van outside ready in case we need you." Massimo says with a stern voice. "Any questions?"

Heads shake as they stare between the two of us.

"Team one is going to go in first and sweep out the place. Massimo will check in for the group once we safely reach inside. Once we are in, team two will come through and Lorenzo will check in for the group," I say and Lorenzo nods his head. "I want each member of group three to check in so we know the guards are down."

Each person nods their head in understanding.

"Those of groups one and two will only be relying on small weapons that are easily hidable on their person but quickly accessible if needed so try to stay close to each other in case something goes wrong. Watch each other's backs," I continue. "Group three will have the guard's guns and weapons so they will be able to protect us from the outside. Everyone else should have guns and be ready to shoot the place up if needed."

"Everyone should have their suits and masks on when we enter and try to blend in the best you can. Do nothing to stand out. If someone speaks to you, interact with them and make shit up if you have to. Don't give anyone a hint that you don't belong," Massimo adds.

"Everyone will be wearing an earpiece to communicate. Jason care to explain?" I ask looking over at him as he places a cardboard box on the table.

"There is a wire embedded in the fabric of your right sleeve, or in Serena's case in the waist of your dress. Press the button if you need to communicate and click again to turn it off. But remember, although you know you are talking to us, others in the building don't know you have an earpiece. Make it look like you are in conversation with someone," Jason adds and I nod at him.

"Does anyone have any questions?" Massimo asks. When the room stays silent, we look at each other.

His expression was serious and stern but his eyes watched me carefully for any doubt. It didn't matter how long he stared, he would not find a single drop of it in me.

"We head out at seven to get there for seven-thirty. Get some rest, grab something to eat, and get ready. The Spanish go down tonight," Massimo finishes.

The men holler and chant with cheers as they raise their fists in the air before crossing them over their chests. I learned this was the symbol of loyalty to the Italian mafia.

I look at Massimo and met his eyes before I follow them with the symbol.

He was now my leader as much as theirs because together, we would take down the Spanish. And to that, he has my loyalty.

* * *

My eyes snap over to the clock on the wall.

6:40 p.m.

My head was racing with thoughts as I got ready. Every possible scenario ran through my head and the best way to control the situation.

This was always how I prepared before missions. I would overthink and then be prepared for them to happen. I never saw it as a downside but rather as a way to think of the unknown before it has a chance to happen.

Looking in the mirror again, I look over my makeup to ensure it looked pleasant enough for the party. I had been to many of these events before and know exactly what to expect, unlike the others. There was only so much that I could share to be helpful before it was over information and would start to drown out the important stuff.

Grabbing the dress bag, I unzip it to reveal the beautiful dress Joyce picked out for me.

Since Massimo and I have been busy with the details of this mission, I asked her to order my dress and the tuxes along with enough masks for everyone to conceal their identity as much as possible. She was excited and never for a second hesitated to accept the offer.

The dress is a shiny black with a textured finish. The sleeves are off the shoulder and flow perfectly with the low-cut top, showing off the right amount of cleavage without exposing me. The waist was tight but not too much that I couldn't breathe.

The bottom was in poofy masquerade style with a lacy black mask hanging from the hanger.

I smile at the dress before turning back to the counter for my weapons. It would be hard with the dress but Joyce told me the bottom was tear-away material so when needed I could rip it off and reach my weapons.

Thankfully the dress underneath reached just above the knee so when I did take it off I wouldn't be exposed.

Slipping my leg holster on both of my legs, I quickly slide a pistol on each leg with a few full clips next to them.

Next was to get the dress on.

Pulling the long skirt up, I slide myself right into the dress and adjusted it to fit correctly.

My eyes slowly moved towards the mirror and I felt myself stiffen.

I looked beautiful for the first time in my life.

The dress went along with my tattoos and didn't make them look trashy for such a formal event. If anything the black and grey designs pulled the dress together.

I heard the room door open outside and quickly did some last-minute fixes while looking at the clock again. 6:55.

Sliding on the black heels, I open the door to see Massimo with his back facing me as he slides his watch on his right wrist.

Hearing the door close behind me, he turns to face me. His eyes widen once he sees me and slowly looks from the bottom of the dress up to my eyes.

"You look gorgeous," He nearly mutters as he makes his way towards me. He grabs onto my waist and starts leaning in before I stop him.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but you're going to smudge my makeup," I say with a smirk on my lips.

He matches my expression and smirks back.

"Your right. I wouldn't want to mess up your beauty, although I don't think that's possible," He says into my ear before kissing my cheek.

"Ready?" He asks, handing me the earpiece that Bluetooth connects to the button hidden on my waistband. I nod my head and slide the piece in, brushing my hair over my ear to hide it better. He puts his arm out for me and I latch onto it with a smile before he leads me outside.