Sin and love

Alexia

Alexia Lucía Hernandez

I walked down the streets of Ohio, watching the cars pass by. I needed to go to an club, my next assignment would spend his time there today. Two weeks I had watched him now, watching his every move. Dimitri DeLuca, Italian mafia, simple guard, but someone want him dead so I'm doing that.

If Dimitri DeLuca is now in Ohio than the Don should be here too. I pushed that thought away, knowing I was to good to be catchend. I walked up to the entrance of the club, smiling at the guy. "Name" he asked, smirking. "Lila Cooper" I said, saying my fake name with so much confidence.

"You can go" he said, pushing the door open. I walked inside, taking my coat of before handing it to one of the woman. I pulled my short red dress down a little bit more, hiding the life I had in a holster on my tight.

I was wearing a shirt red dress with long sleeves which was backless. I made my way down the corridor, light flickering the whole time. I start hearing Music and the door was opened for me.

I saw people dancing and drinking, taking and laughing. I made my way toward the bar, taking a seat at one of the chairs. "What can I get you, beautiful" the bartender asked. "Lemon vodka, with ice" I said, placing my hands on the table.

"Here, one for you" he said placing down a glass in front of me. "Thank you" I said, smiling lightly. I took the glass, taking a small sip, but not before smelling at it. No drugs.

It took me years to learn how to smell drugs in drinks, but it was a must because of my job. I turned around in my chair, my back now turned to the bar. I scanned the crowd with my eyes, mostly looking up to the VIP launch.

My eyes meet the ones from DeLuca, it took him a while until he realised I was watching him. As dump as men are he startet to smirk, thinking I was interested in him.

Dimitri was a good looking men, dark blond hair and brown eyes, but totally not my Typ. He turned around, saying something to the guy behind him. They guy laughed, punching him against the arm, looking at me too. I turned back around, emptying my glass in one go.

I felt somebody sitting down next to me. "What is somebody as pretty as you doing here" I heard an thick Italian accent asking. "I'm enjoying a drink, wanna join me" I asked turning to look at Dimitri. "What's your name beautiful." He asked, pointing at the bartender to get me another drink.

"Lila and yours handsome" I asked back, flirting with him. "Dimitri, baby" Ugg, I held back the urge to roll my eyes. The bartender placed another glass in front of me. I smelled the drink and then drowned the drink. "Wanna go somewhere, handsome" I asked, getting up. "What do you have on your mind" he asked.

"Does this club has privat rooms" I asked him, standing in front of him. "Of course it does baby" he said, placing his hands my hips. "Could you organise us one?" I asked, placing my hand on top of his shoulders.

"Let's go" he said, getting up pulling me behind him up the stairs. His friends looked at us, smirking. Except for one, my eyes couldn't tear away from him. His black hair was hanging lightly in front of his face, both hands tattooed. He had a Zigaretten between his fingers, bringing it up to his lips.

Dimitri pulled me toward the privat rooms, closing the door behind us. I pushed him down on the bed, standing in front of him. I placed my hands on his shoulders, moving to sit on his lap.

"So handsome, I don't know why anyone wants you dead" I whispered, my hand pulling out the knife and holding it against his neck before he could react. "What, who are you" he asked, fear lacing his voice.

"Since you are gonna die so or so, my name is Alexia, Alexia Hernandez, also know as Diabloin" I said, gazing my knife around his neck. "The devil" he whispered. "I thought you only knew Italian, but Italian and Spanish are quit the same right" I said, smiling.

"So why would anyone want you dead" I asked him. "I-I don't know" he stuttered. "You do know, who are you with right now" I asked, pushing my knife against his neck, drawing blood. "Some from the Italian mafia" he said, but his voice laced with a lie. "With who" I asked again.

"Luca" he said, letting out a small cry. "Luca DeAngelo" Luca DeAngelo. He is the son from Ace and Amara DeAngelo, the son from the devil himself. That explains a lot, someone wants to get to Luca, so they are sending me to kill him.

I took my knife from his neck, getting up. "Tell your boss Someone is after him" I said, walking toward the door, but not before taking out his gun. "It was a pleasure meeting you Dimitri, I do think we will see each other soon" I said leaving the room.

I ran down the stairs toward the back door, pushing it open. The only good thing about all this was that nobody knew who I was, well except for Dimitri. I let him go because I wasn't going to start a war with the DeAngelos, that was something I never would do.

I pushed the doors open, making my way toward the Main Street. I got into an taxi and told the driver and address only a few houses a way from mine. Rule bombed five when you are an assassin, never tell anyone where you live.

I payed the driver and made my way up to my apartment. I unlooked my door, closing it behind me again. I knew Luca DeAngeli would get here in half an hour, I walked into my bedroom changing out of the red dress into some black leggings and an black long sleeve shirt.

I put the gun holder around my right tight and another one around my waist. I placed one hand gun side my tight gun holder and one in the one around my waist. I pulled out a few knifes placing them in the holsters to.

I made my way into the kitchen, taking out a frozen pizza from the fridge and putting it in the oven. Now the only thing I had to do was wait.