My name is Athena, but some know me as The Huntress, I'm a well-known assassin, I can make a grown man cower in fear, and can lure them in just one look, hence the name.
I've been in foster care since I was a baby, every time I'm adopted, I'm throw...
I had gotten an invitation a week ago for the mafia's mascaraed ball, it's not just mafia, assassins like me are invited, and today is the day.
I went shopping a couple days ago for a dress and found one I really liked.
Athena's dress:
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Athena's tattoo's:
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Since I was invited as the huntress, I had to show my tattoos, more specifically, the snake I have in my back. It's not that big, just enough to make an image out of me. When people see the snake in my back, they automatically know who I am.
I was on my way, in a limo of course, because if you don't act like a snob, people think you are poor, Its really annoying.
The driver told me we arrived and I said to myself 'show time'
The driver opened the door and I walked out, everyone was looking at me, but no one knows who I am because I always wear a mask, and this being a mascaraed ball is just perfect. I walked in and when straight to the bar.
There was a lot of people looking at me, some were looking afraid, other were with lust, and some were unbothered.
I ordered a glass of bourbon. Normally I wouldn't drink since I'm technically still fifteen, but at the same time I think 'who's here to stop me?' exactly.
I was fine one moment and the next when I turn around to look at the dance floor, and to see what was happening around me, I suddenly felt as if I was hit by a truck, because I was dumbstruck.
AN:Sorry for the dad joke, I couldn't resist myself.
There was the sexist man alive in the other side of the room, a literal Greek god, with an eight pack (just assuming), the sharpest jawline I have ever seen, and green eyes that can keep you in a hypnotizing dream. I couldn't stop looking at him, our eyes met, and I felt like the world froze, I know it sounds cliché but I'm not exaggerating. And that man, is the leader of the American Mafia.
He smirked when he saw me looking but he looked like he was impressed by me too, which caused me to smirk. So, there we were smirking like nothing else was around us. I took the rest of my bourbon down my throat and went to the dance floor; I knew he would come after me. So, I started moving to the dance floor and like expected, he came after me and we started to dance.
With his hands on my waist and mines on his shoulder we danced the slow song. Two strangers that had never met each other.
"Hello huntress, nice to meet you" he says with his deep voice, and that devilish smirk on his face.
"Can I know your name?" I asked with a smirk on my face.
"Luca"
Until that night no one had ever known my true identity, but I liked him, and every cell in my body told me I could trust him.
But I didn't know that was going to be the last time I would see him.
After the ball, we slept together, it was the best night I'd ever had.
But I must say, he did keep the secret, because I never heard of anyone knowing who I was, and always know what's going on, and what people know and don't know.
