The Mafia's Lost Assassins

Chapter Three

Emmalyn-Grace or Corazon Ace of Hearts assassin

I pull Ezequiel into the beautiful ballroom with a smile dancing on my face, Ze laughs at my obvious excitement, "Slow down Corazon we'll be here all night."

I give him an exasperated look, boys, "It's just so pretty." He gives me a look that I smile innocently at. He then lets me lead him around the room looking at everything. It was all so pretty. I would have to compliment the French mafia at some point. Ezequiel and I were both aware of the cautious looks being sent our ways but this was all in the plan we knew we would get a lot of attention and we decided to use it to our advantage.

Once I was satisfied I had seen the entirety of the large ballroom. I let Ezequiel take the lead to where the table for The Unseen Assassins waited for us. We sat easily and ignored the eyes that were fixed on us. The small earpieces we wore allowed my twin to contact us at any point and once he was done with his part it would be my turn.

It was clear they planned specifically for us Aces, our table and seat placements would make it difficult for us to hide in the background and avoid attention. I was almost insulted at the fact they wanted to keep an eye on us. However, this venue was just so pretty I let it go. Ezequiel and I distracted ourselves from waiting to hear from Emilio by play fighting with the silver-ware set out for us that was for dinner later. Neither of us used our full skills keeping it light and playful, even with our reputation people underestimate us. While quite rude of them, we often used it to our advantage.

My sister and her team all sat at the table accompanied by Nacht who gave me and Ezequiel a look. I used the distraction to stab Ze and then beamed at Nacht, "Isn't it so pretty here?" As I spoke both Ezequiel and I heard Emilio's voice telling us his part was done however I didn't let my words falter.

"It is, Corazon, why don't you go and thank the French mafia for their hospitality." I beamed and accepted, this was a perfect opening for the next part of the plan and if Nacht wanted us to talk to a group it was most likely because they requested us for a mission. While Nacht monitored every mission request they never looked at the details and targets to stay unbiased and uninvolved so they could work with everyone easily.

Ezequiel and I stood and as we walk towards the French mafia's table Ze jabbed me in the ribs. I keep my pace even and give him a look, "What was that for?" I switch to our coded language to stop others from listening in.

"Stabbing me," I roll my eyes, he deserved it he got distracted.

As we pass the table where our targets sat I fake a small trip using it to put two drops of poison in the main target's wine. Unlike everyone else, he was being inconsiderate and eating before the hosts give their speech for the night. Of course, we knew he would eat before everyone else which is why we planned it this way. He would eat his first serving and down his wine and eat his seconds and third glass of wine while everyone else ate. It was truly disgusting.

Ezequiel being the kind gentleman he is, most of the time at least, helps me up faking concern for me and lightly scolding me for wearing new shoes. Everyone around us laughed and as he helped steady me I slipped an Ace of Hearts card into my target's breast pocket out of view. All the while my actions go unnoticed from all the eyes on the two of us. It was quite comical to watch so many trained groups try and keep a watchful eye on us and fail quite spectacularly. But like everything with us it was planned. They try and play catch up and protect our target but we were always ahead. Three people are dead so far two are bodies on the ground the third a ticking time bomb.

The two of us stroll to our destination and are greeted by the head of the French mafia Beau Ambroise and his son and successor Delano Ambroise. We smile and talk to them I complement the beautiful venue and he tells us easily about a new mission he's thinking about hiring us for. We spoke casually not giving much away to the prying ears but we give him contact information to use if he wishes to set up a meeting with us. After a while longer of talking to them, we move on once again walking around the ballroom with most people moving away from us quickly. I guess we do have such an interesting reputation.