We're All Heathens Here - A Mafia Story {Ongoing}

Bang.

The day had come.

The day I would betray the people I had lived with for over a year.

I woke up wrapped in Matteo's warm, strong arms. 

I didn't have feelings for him. 

I didn't.

I denied the nagging in the back of my head even as I watched him get changed and prep himself for the mission ahead. I changed into a simple black outfit, adding a knife holster and 2 gun holsters.

Matteo and I didn't speak. We didn't even look at each other as we moved through the usual motions of our life. We ate breakfast together and then trained for 2 hours. We then went to the armoury and chose our weapons.

"Raven," I turned to Matteo as he said my name, "Thank you, for helping us do this, the Russians have been our priority for years," I swallowed and nodded, "Taking them down... it's all I've dreamed since-"

"I know," I quickly nodded my head, not wanting him to make my betrayal harder than it already was.

"All I wanted to say was..." he cut himself off when Roberto and Garcia ran into the room,

"E lei manterrà la gloria! Ucciderà la fama! Terrà la feccia russa! Ha il mio nome! (And she will hold the glory! She will hold the fame! She will kill the Russian scum! She has my name!)," Roberto sang, Garcia clapping and laughing along to his melodious voice. I swallowed when I heard the translation in my ear. "Oh brother," Roberto fell to his knees in front of Matteo, grabbing his hand, "I've waited for this day!" He laughed, stood and then pulled his older brother into a bear hug, slapping his back,

"Alright, fratellino (little brother)," Matte laughed, hugging him back, "Get your guns," Roberto laughed again and moved to follow Garcia around the room. Matteo grabbed me in a hug and whispered into my ear, "I love you, Corvo," he whispered the words so quietly that if the twins were any louder, I wouldn't have heard it.

"Matteo-" I started, he shook his head and pulled back, slipping his gun into his holster. He walked back through the door of the room and I heard his footsteps echo down the marble-lined hallway. Garcia had joined in on Roberto's singing now as they grabbed weapons off the walls and table.

I quickly grabbed the weapons I wanted and then went with the twins down to the war room where Matteo was waiting with other members of the Italians.

"This is an important day," Matteo began once I locked the door, "The only people I trust are in this room. But, I don't need any fuck-ups, we're going to go over the plan again," Matteo pointed to a square on the map in front of them, "This is one of the Russian warehouses," Roberto spat on the ground, Matteo blinked, "Roberto, Garcia, Raven and I are going to go in there at 0900 and pick off as many as possible, then we will leave. If everything goes according to plan, the Russians will send reinforcements and we will take a larger force there at 1500. If they know it's us, they will hopefully send the leader, if not, we'll have enough prisoners to know where he is. Are we all clear?"

Nods and words of confirmation flew from around the room,

"Right, Roberto, Garcia, Raven; suit up, let's go,"

The four of us left the room and headed toward the garage. On our way, we grabbed the bulletproof vests that were laid out for us.

Matteo chose a black SUV and climbed into the driver's seat. I got in beside him and the twins got in the back.

Matteo started the cat and we drove off, "This plan is flawless, Matteo, I gotta hand it to you," Roberto admitted,

"Raven helped," Matteo replied, sending me a tight smile. I smiled back as Garcia and Roberto began to talk about the plan. Matteo's hand on the steering wheel got tighter and tighter as we inched toward the warehouse, leaving the comfort of the city behind. His jaw clenched with every turn we made on the gravel road. He was stressed, little beads of sweat fell from his hair onto his forehead and cheeks and I couldn't tell if his other hand was shaking or if it was just the bumping of the road.