The Mafia's Lost Assassins

Chapter Seven

Emmalyn-Grace

I smirk as my target looks me up and down with lust-filled eyes. AlthoughI was young with the help of makeup and the right wardrobe I could pass for being in my early twenties when it was needed. I heard Emilio and Ezequiel muttering in our coms about how idiotic this guy was but ignored it and walk to my target as I discreetly turn my microphone off so Ze and Emilio can't hear me. Our target was the son of a wealthy business owner and was known to be a player, making the job easy. I wore a blonde wig and skin-tight dress showing off my beautiful body. Everything I have on fit into our target's type of girl for a typical hookup and I ignore the looks of annoyance from the other girls looking at our target as I head towards him.

I wrap my arms around his neck and smile up at him, even with my amazing red heels he towered over me. I then kiss him as planned. It was bold but I knew he would kiss me back just as everyone before him has, I was beautiful and anyone was lucky to kiss me. I know for whatever reason most brothers get upset at their sisters for kissing and everything but Emilio never did, he trusted me. Unlike a lot of boys, he respected me and trusted I could take care of myself.

"Well, hello sweetheart," I know just from the look that I had him right where I want him.

I give him a sultry grin and bring my lips to his ear, "Wanna dance?" He nods with a smile and I lead him to the dance floor. I love to dance so I fell into the beat quickly grinding on him and kissing him making sure he was distracted as I slipped my Ace card into his pocket. His hands wander lower down my back pressing my body closer to him as we kiss and he moves down to kiss my neck. It sucks, he was a good kisser in another world I may just honor him by going back to his room with him. However, in a few hours, he will begin to have flu-like symptoms and then die by the end of the week. It truly was a shame.

As the next song starts, I pull him in for one last kiss, trail my hand down his chest with a laugh at his heated look, and stop right at his pants button. I then smirk at him and disappear into the crowd rejoining Emilio who was across the club waiting for me.

I get a look from him as I sit down and take a drink from the non-alcoholic drink he ordered. "What? he was a good kisser," I shrug and he rolls his eyes at me knowing he would've done the same, all three of us had in the past. We learned early about how to use sex for our jobs and seduction is just another method in our arsenal to kill, but, we never actually hook up with a target no matter how hot they are it only leads to trouble. However, none of us were virgins and we were far from innocent when it came to anything in this world.

Soon Ezequiel joined us and put his arm around me. We stay for a while longer to ensure we don't look suspicious then head out acting a little tipsy and hop in the car we ordered. We tell the driver, who was definitely checking me out, the address to the hotel and sit quietly as the car moves.

We walk into our room bored again, we really need some more entertainment in our lives. Our next mission was only going to be starting in a few days so we had time to kill and nothing to do.

Emilio-Giovanni

I roll my eyes as I watch Emmy make out and grind on our target. I should've expected this, the guy was hot and definitely Emmy's type. It should've only taken her a minute to poison him and mark him as her kill and yet she played with him for two dances before finally pulling him away leaving him watching her leave annoyed. I chuckle, too bad the guy would die in a few days he would definitely be fun to play with. A little puppy trying to play with the wolves.

When Emmy walks back I give her a look, I trust her and really don't care about what she does. She has always been able to protect herself but still. She brushes me off easily her and Ze both know me and she knows that if I was the one who was his type I would've done something similar. We all have in the past, men or women, it didn't matter to us. Whoever was the target's type was the one who made contact and poisoned them on these types of missions.