I pulled down the short skirt once we got out of the car.
I muttered a quick thank you to our driver Andrei and engulfed my twin sister, Alessia's hand.
"We're going shopping after this, you still owe me some new shoes," Alessia said, while we walked to the tall building for our meeting.
Alessia and I assassins, we're actually two of the top assassins in the world. Which is overshadowed by us being mafia princesses. Our adoptive dad, former godfather, is a mafia king who's in charge of the Russian mafia. Him and my father used to be in charge of the Russian mafia together until our parents were killed in a plane crash when we were eight years old.
My father's other friend Daniel Smirnoff was supposed to take my dad's place in the mafia but after his death he disappeared with his wife and son. So Dmitri and Rose took us in as their own kids.
They and the mafia were our only family anyway. Everyone on my mother's side disowned her when she married our father and my father was raised in foster care.
"You shouldn't have worn those shoes to a job anyway. But it'll buy you whatever you want."
Yesterday, we had a job to execute this politician who is in a undercover human trafficking ring. Because of his death we were able to expose some more people involved with him.
As assassins we don't just kill just anyone, we only go for big jobs like politicians and celebrities involved with some terrible things.
We rarely get jobs because some people are good at hiding their terrible things. Most of our jobs are pro bono too. Like last week we killed this priest that was a pedphile, rapist, and murder. It was so bad that they had to shut down some of the churches that he worked for. More and more children came out to tell their stories.
It was astounding.
"Good Morning ladies," the doorman exclaimed, opening the door.
"Good Morning and thank you!"
Today we're in Rome, Italy to do business with Lorenzo Russo to combine Russo Industries with Frost Industries. Not only the businesses but also our mafias. We want to go into business with the Italian mafia
"Hi, we've scheduled a meeting with Lorenzo Russo. We are from Frost Industries Alessia and Inanna Frost."
We showed the receptionist our IDs.
She checked them and printed us some badges. We followed behind the lady she called to escort us to meet Lorenzo Russo.
We've done some research on him. He's the youngest mafia leader, he became the leader after his father committed suicide. Some believe it was because his mother died from a heart attack at a young age.
He was 26 when he became the Italian mafia leader with his best friend Kofi Martin. Kofi and Lorenzo grew up together; their fathers were best friends. Kofi is the owner of Martin Tech, they are behind some of the best technologies around the world. Christian Fischer is also a close friend of theirs.
The Fischer's own most of the oil rigs in the United States and Canada. He's family is the richest family in the United States.
Those three are some powerful people but so are we.
The woman knocked on the door to Lorenzo's office.
"Sir, your three o'clock meeting with Frost Industries is here."
"Give me a minute!"
She turned around, asked us if we needed anything and then walked away.
A woman opened the door fixing her shirt. She rushed past us with a distraught look on her face.
Wow, Lorenzo is fucking November King an famous actress and Hollywood's whore.
"Please come in and sit."
Alessia and I looked at each other before walking into the huge office.
A refrigerator and couches line the corner of his office, at the center a huge desk cover with computers and paper stood right in front of the window. The window covered the whole wall which is weird considering he was just having sex which someone.
Luckily his office is very high.
"Thank you but we'll rather stand," Alessia replied looking around the office.
I stare at the fine specimen in front instead. The pictures on the web don't do this man any justice. I see why he won Sexiest Man Alive two years in a row.
His muscles bulged against the tight white button up shirt. The dress pants didn't do any justice with his thighs or his print.
He's literally a walking sex bomb.
"Okay, you're here to represent Frost Industries. Alessia and Inanna Frost right?"
"Yes, we have a proposal regarding a partnership with Russo and Frost Industries."
Inanna fulfilled her promise and we're now shopping for some new shoes.
"Yes, they will. We literally went to the meeting for nothing."
"I don't know why you're so angry about it," I mumbled looking at the different pairs of heels.
"He agreed which I knew he would. It was a damn good proposal, Но это было слишком легко. Он уже знал свое решение еще до того, как мы приехали, зачем мы пришли. Then to invite us to his gala." (But it was too easy. He already knew his decision even before we arrived, why we come?)
"перестань быть параноиком, любимый. We were going to the gala anyway." (Stop being paranoid love)
"I don't know, wha-,"
The ringing of my phone interrupted her sentence. I handed the boxes of shoes to one of our workers and pulled my phone out.
❤️ is calling ...
"Hey, amore . I was just calling to let you know I can't wait to see you tonight at the gala and I left you a gift at your hotel. Stan al sicuro e ti amo." (Be Safe and I love you.)
"Ti voglio bene," I replied before the call ended. (I love you)
