𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 | 𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮

Chapter 22.

ALESSIA POV:

Even though this house was smaller than the previous one, the security was much higher.

With the recent attacks on us, my brother have upped protection. Everywhere. Now that might seem good, but it's really not when you are trying to sneak out.

I've tried 3 times this week. Only to have to turn back cause the alarm went off. But luckily no one saw me.

And now, I'm trying once again. The metal of the window frame is cold against my hand. I slide open the window as quietly as I can, only small squeaks make it through.

The cool late October breeze hits my leg as I throw it over the window ledge. Bring my other leg over, I realize how cold it really is.

I pull up my Ace of Spades mask before running across the roof. My footsteps seem to fade into the darkness.

I find a pipe and slide down it, somehow holding my weight. My feet hit the concrete below and it creates a small thud. I whip my head around, making sure no one heard me.

Once I had confirmed no one had noticed me I make a dash cross the property.

ALESSANDRO POV:

The phone rings and I pick up. It's been 4 days since the attack and the alarms have been going off more than usual.

When I answer I don't say anything and just wait for Santos to speak. "Well hello Alessandro, how's your evening going?" He sneers.

"You attacked, we had a deal" I yell.

He chuckles "plans change I guess, I have inside help now"

My eyebrows furrow, "what do you mean? You have inside help?" I question.

How? How could he get anyone in? How was he able to convince anyone to go against the North Americans?

"It wasn't that hard really, Ace came to me"

Ace. Ace of Spades. One, the most skilled assassin in the world. Why would they join him? Betray N.A.M as well. Somethings up, but what is it?

"Why would they join you? Of all people, you?" I say into the phone.

"That's not the point. The point is, I don't need you anymore, you are worthless to me. So watch your back" The phone beeps singling the call was ended.

He no longer needs me, us, Alessia.

ALESSIA POV:

"So watch your back" Santos says, his back was facing me and I was leading against the window frame.

He puts the phone face down on the table and spins out of his chair to leave the room. "Going somewhere?" I ask.

His head shoots me, finally noticing me. "You have the information?" He questioned.

"I mean it's not that hard when your the best assassin in the in the world"

He raises an eyebrow "you really think your the best?"

"I think we both know the answer to that" I tilt my head to the side.

He's in his regular suit, dark blue. Honestly, he is the ugliest mafia boss. While some mafias are run by younger generations, which we will not be including. So out of the one that are run by the older ones, he is definitely the most disgusting them.

I hold up the usb with the information on it. "This contains the information you are looking for" I toss it to him. He attempts to catch it but fails with it biting his chest and landing in his lap.

Picking it up, he inspects it before taking the cap and turning on his computer. He looks as me when he is about to do the password, so I close eyes and turn around.

I hear him type the password, 16 keys pressed. After the final key is pressed I turn back around as he plugs the usb stick into the side of the computer.

It takes a moment to load, but when it does he presses on the file and looks through the document. I see him smile as he looks through it, each piece of information proving useful, "very well done Spades"

The mask I wear covers my face and the hood hides my long hair. "I gave you information on N.A.M, now you tell me why you want to know the boss so badly and I'll help you" my voice changes as it passes through the voice changer.

He rubs his chin "the information you have provided is useful... and I do need inside help" he thinks.

"Times ticking" I say impatiently, "hurry it up a little, I have people to kill"

His eyes narrow, trying to see my thoughts "alright, the reason I want N.A.M's boss is because-"

He gets cut short by the ringing of guns hits outside, both our heads shoot to the window and I rush over to see.

I look out. The people attacking weren't just any people.