Vengeance

||06|| Undercover

*Olivia face claim above*

Oakley POV

"Can you repeat the plan one more time?" Olivia asked me after I've already repeated myself three times. She stood in front of my closet shuffling through the dozens of hangers that held my clothes.

I sighed, throwing my head back on my pillow, my face falling right in line with the beam of sunlight shining through the window. "I know you're blond, but I question you sometimes."

She turned around lifting an orange sundress, her mouth gaping open as she gasped at my words, "I'm just trying to finalize the plan before we get ourselves killed tonight; and blonds can be smart y'know. What about this one?"

I looked at the dress in her hand and grimaced, "We're going to a party held by one of the largest Mafias in the city, Liv. Not the beach."

She looked down at it and a moment later nodded, "Yeah, true," she said and turned back around, putting the dress where she got it from.

Ever since we moved in together she's been obsessed with my closet. Apparently, my clothes are hotter than hers. The only sort of clothes I owned was for the summer, meaning most of it was extremely revealing.

She continued searching as I ran through the plan once again, "Listen this time. First, we're going to drive to the Pratt mansion on Fifth Avenue, where the party is being held. Then, we're gonna find Apolo and kill him. Simple enough."

She pulled out a black short dress and a pair of my fishnet leggings and turned to me, "Why do I have a feeling things aren't going to be that easy, Oak. And how about this?"

"It's perfect, you'll look hot. And don't be paranoid. It's going to be just as easy as killing those two guys last night... and that bitch."

She walked over to the bed and sat on the foot of it, setting the clothes on her lap, "About last night, we haven't talked about any of what happened."

I shrugged, "Because there's nothing to talk about. We did what we went there to do. Get information, then kill her. August was just a small bump in the road that you did a great job in flattening, by the way."

"Wait, you know his name?" She exclaimed.

"Do you remember when I told you about that... one-night stand I had? The guy who had the Salvo Inn card?" I asked. And she nodded. "Well, that was him. He's clearly mixed into the mafia shit just like my dad was apparently."

She snorted and laid back on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, "Well, thank god he fucked you because otherwise, you'd still be trying to find Val when she lived right in Queens."

I laughed and shook my head at how true that was. I turned around and laid beside her and raised my black polished pinkie in the air, "To being a slut?"

Olivia raised her pinkie and hooked it with mine. "To being a slut." She pledged.

We turned our heads to each other and held our gazes before bursting out into laughter.

***

The warm June breeze drifted through the car window as I drove down the street. I slowly passed by the tall grand New York City buildings, ones that were defiantly owned by the higher-end rich people.

Up ahead, was a white stone building with a green roof. Balconies were on most of the windows with decorative designs on the stone walls. It was at least five stories tall with several cars parked along the street beside it.

"There's a parking spot, over there," Olivia pointed out, sucking on a lollipop.

The spot was just across the street. I hated parallel parking, though I managed to get the car in the spot a few minutes later.