Loving a Dangerous Life (editing)

Chapter 45 - Destiny

Audrey's POV

3 Years Later

Alexander Zane, the world's youngest multi-trillionaire, built a kingdom from the bones and ashes of the ground. Zane is the youngest known man to ever complete the rigorous training to become king of the mafia. He has built what is known today as the deadliest, smartest, and best mafia, all in the past three years after being crowned king. With his connections and wealth, Alexander Zane is considered the world's most successful person, but will he settle down? Newest sources find that Alexander "plays" with girls in his several BSDM clubs, but never dates. Perhaps the secret to success is not settling down.

I snorted at the ridiculousness of the article, tearing the computer away from Zenna as she howled with laughter. It had been a good source to get information on our boss at first but then turned into a sexist snippet. I discarded the computer onto the kitchen table, chuckling. Aron had sent the link to the article to Zenna as a poke at his best friend, the subject of the article.

"Changing the topic. We have what, a week to fit you into that?" I asked, crinkling my nose at the white dress Zenna collapsed on the floor, laughing. "I don't like it!" I complained. "Like seriously, you two are the first Mafia couple, like ever, and you chose to wear that to your wedding, like come on?" I continued. Zenna held her stomach as she laughed so hard tears came to her eyes.

"Oh my god, Audrey!" She squealed. I raised my hands in surrender.

"Whatever, I still hate that dress, and if It ends up being dyed pink for your wedding, don't blame me," I said, an evil smirk on my face. My remark was met with a pillow to my face and I spluttered, sprinting up the stairs as Zenna tried to attack me. I slammed and locked my door, and Zenna thumped against it.

"At least I'm getting married, the farthest you and Dev have gone is fucking!" She screamed through my door. I laughed.

"Fuck off, I have to get ready for the mission, give me the files," I said. My doorknob jiggled.

"Open the door if you want your files." Zenna teased.

"Don't even think about it. Slide it under the door." I yelled, walking into the bathroom, smiling.

It's been three years since I woke up in that hospital. Zenna had explained about the bomb, and Ivor's son disappearing right after I saved him. She explained about me being captured by Ivor Zane, and then someone killing him. The person who I allegedly rescued from the bomb had been Alexander Zane.

His name always feels so familiar, and I can't figure out why. Just like Ivor Zane does, but that name sends a chill through me, not a curious wonder.

This is my last mission before Zenna's wedding. She's been dating Aron for almost three years, and he popped the question five months ago. It was all very romantic. And of course, I stayed up the whole night because these two love birds do not know how to fuck quietly.

Every time I saw them together, my chest got tight. I thought that getting a boyfriend would help with the loneliness, but it didn't, it just made it worse. Devein wasn't a bad person, and the sex was semi-good, but he just didn't make me happy. And to be honest, he wasn't that cute. He had helped me a lot with my missions though, so I was very comfortable with him, and I could tell him anything. We were more friends with benefits than anything else.

No one ever made me completely happy, it was like I was looking for this specific person. I had this place in my hole in my life that no one could fill. It's so fucking weird.

I thought of Alexander, my damn boss. Every time I saw him, I was filled with warmth, and he made me feel complete. It just must be my imagination because I had never seen him in real life. I had heard his voice over the phone, and I have seen pictures of him- but never in real life.

He is hot. And I mean like, really hot. His dark hair was never styled, but he somehow made it look good. He always wore designer suit coats, and his muscles stood out, even under the thick fabric of the suitcoat. Tattoos cover most of his body, and most of them he got in the past three years after a girl left him.

The things I have heard about him excite me, but I know that they are just rumors. He is a very well-known playboy, and he has that dangerous, dominant power about him that just makes him intriguing.

Alexander is friends with Zenna and Aron, but somehow I have still never seen him. He is going to be at the wedding, and that scares me.

I dressed up for my mission, sliding into a red dress that some random person from Russia gave me. I honestly loved it, and it made me feel sexy as fuck, but I was a little self-conscious about it because of my feminine parts. I did my make-up and arranged my hair into a half ponytail to give me a confident, playful look. My hair is a dark brown, and I had gotten some light blond highlights to make it more fun. I carefully put concealer on my face to try to hide the scar I was acquired from the bomb accident, but it didn't work. I put my rings on my fingers, throwing a necklace with a ring on it around my neck. I don't know why I was so partial to this necklace, but then again, I don't know many things about myself at all.

My job was boring tonight, just seduce and kill a man. He is a spy for the U.S mafia gang, that had snuck into Alexander's Mafia. We think that the gang he had been fighting for a while now sent him. Of course, the club he was at was Alexander's biggest BDSM club, but he wouldn't be down in the pit where all the action happened, just up on the first floor at the bar.

I grabbed the black heels from Zenna's closet. We have become besties, and we live together in a little flat in Russia that was a couple of miles out from the base.

"I'm taking the Mustang!" I yell, adjusting my dress and brushing my hair out of my eyes.

"Good luck!" Zenna yelled back through the flat.

"Save some of that pizza for me!" I yelled back at her, smiling when I heard her laugh.

I climbed into the car, throwing my heels into the passenger seat I pressed the gas to the floor, weaving in and out of cars on the freeway. When I got there, I put on my shoes, parking the car around the back for an easy get-away. I walked to the front.

When I got to the club, eyes followed me everywhere, but I refused to be embarrassed. I just lifted my chin and scanned the room for my target. When I found him, he sat in a corner booth in the back, surrounded by a haze of smoke that made me want to cough. I weaved through the sweaty bodies of the club, the lustful music vibrating the floor.

I felt a pair of eyes burn into my back, and I wanted to look to see who it was, but I couldn't. Whoever it was made me feel like I didn't need to worry about all the eyes on me. I didn't need to worry about what I looked like to them. I swung my hips, adjusting my hair before sliding into the booth next to the spy. I placed my hand on his thigh, almost laughing when he turned to look at me. His eyes were lustful slits, and I ran my hand up and down his thigh "accidentally" touching his dick.

"Not a shy one, are you?" The man asked. I leaned forward, almost disgusted by what I was doing. I hated showing my body to people because I was conscious about my breasts and ass. I knew I was sexy without trying, so even if my face is ugly, men would still want me.

"Follow me and we can find out." I got up, walking towards the back room. The man followed. I felt a gaze on me again, and I lifted my head to see a very handsome man looking at me.

That's my boss-

He stared at me as he sipped his drink. I almost faltered in my steps as I studied him. He looked so familiar...

His suit coat was draped over the back of his chair, and his hair was messy. Power surged off of him and the look he gave me was almost possessive. As I looked at him, something came back to me. A party. him pressing me into a wall at a party. Dresses, him standing in a dress shop, looking at me as I twirled in a dress. A sense of deja-vu overcame me. I was intimidated by the dominance that he portrayed, and despite how wrong it was, I could feel my thighs pressing together

I shook my head, tearing my gaze away from Alexander. I pulled myself out of my daze and put it to the side.

I'd have to worry about it later. I pulled the spy to the back alley