Bullet love

Chapter 5: Mission part 2

"I think she's awake"

I hear muffled voices. My eyes are blindfolded. My head still pounding. By the sound of it, their are probably 3 maybe 4 men. One at 2 o'clock, one a few metres in front of me, one hidden behind me and one a little too far away to identify. Based on the echoing sounds, I'm probably in a basement or so. It's cold. It smells like dead rats. I'm tied to a chair.

Well, this is going to be fun.

"Remove her blindfold"

My eyes slightly blinded as they needed to get used to the little amount of light. Standing before me, I saw a curly brown haired man with round green eyes. His eyes were...unusual. Let's just say one noticed that he was not quite... sane. There was a unique darkness in this man's eyes.

I immediately felt connected to him.

He was dressed in an all black outfit and had a lethal smile on his face. He was probably around my age. This man got so close to my face. Examining every. single. inch.

I wanted to spit on him.

"Diego back off", a husky voice commanded.

Safed by the bell.

The curly haired man whos name was Diego, I guess, took one last glimpse with a little twinkle in his eyes and then he disappeared from my sight.

The man with the husky voice appeared in front of me. He had pale skin, honey brown monolid eyes and crow black straight hair. He was wearing an all black outfit as well.

I ain't gonna lie. This men were hot as hell. No! I don't have daddy issues. No! I'm not suffering from Stockholm Syndrome,

yet.

"I want to speak to the boss", I calmly said unbothered by my current situation."I don't think you are in a place to be giving orders love", the pale man answered in a lightly amused tone,"But you are lucky-", I heard a motor of a car, "He has arrived".

The sound of deep foot steps filled the room and I saw him coming from the shadows. This-

"Asshole!", I screamed at him,"I am going to fucking skin you!".

He came closer with a knife to my throat. "Watch your fucking mouth".

Oh hell no.

I kicked him in the balls. Headed him. Dodged his punch falling on the back, breaking the wooden chair. Used my hands to jump back up and then expected the other men to intervene but they did not. They just stood there. Amused.

"Boss? Why are you toying her? Babygirl wants to fight", one of the men joked which made the rest of them laugh. "Who the fuck are you calling BaByGorL!?", I ran to the man, jumped on his abs and twisted my body, using my elbow to push his head down. He punched me in the ribs but I twisted his wrists, breaking his arm. He tried so hard not to cry but his eyes were filled with pathetic teardrops.

What an imbecile.

"How cooler the world would have been if your Dad had just pulled out", I wipe his miserable tear, "Anyonelse that has something foolish to say?"

Silence.

I looked back at him and met his cold eyes. He opened his mouth, "You don't know who I am, do you?"

"And this is going to work?", I asked Jeremiah with a suspicious look. "This is idiot proof". "Coming from an idiot". "Woman shut up. I am a technical genius".

I couldn't not agree with that. Jeremiah was the brains in our gang. An important asset to my father. Maybe that's one of the reasons we became best friends. We are both used by my father as important weapons. Warriors faithfully serving the Adesina gang.

"If they do a background check on you they won't know you are the princess of the Adesina gang. From now on you are Aayla Smith, a jamaican gyal that first only joined the Adesina gang because she didn't have enough cash to do drugs and is now looking for a new well paid job" "Boi- You really outdid yourself"."Just don't get killed. Going undercover is no joke. You need nerves", he replied now looking straight into my eyes,"You need to act smartly". "Wait- is that worry I see? Aww are you worried about me?", I asked teasingly picking his arm. "I'm being serious". "Yeye, did you forget who I fucking am?", I made myself ready and slightly boud down. "No. You are a badass", he crowned my head with an imaginary crown. "Exactly", I dramatically raised in humour.

"Remember, you only need to kill the russian mafia members that are blood", he continued,

"Like-"

"Lev Volkov", It finally hit me.

Fuck. Shit just got complicated.