The Secrets We Keep

Ch.4

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Ch.4

Azalea Santos

I woke up and went through my usual routine except the dream was more intense. They usually always are the more stressed I am.

My flight wasn't until 10 am but I woke up an hour earlier to make sure I didn't forget anything and to clean up so I can come back home to a fresh house.

I made it to the headquarters private plane just on time before take off.

I wore a comfortable matching sweatsuit for the 8 hour flight from New York to Italy.

Approaching the private jet I saw my security guard who's supposedly there for my extra protection, whatever that means...
As well as Caitlin, James and his wife, Carla.

A smile broke out across my face when I saw Carla.

It made me feel good to see a comforting and familiar face before this mission.

"Good morning, my dear," Carla said, embracing me in a warm hug.

"Morning Carla, how have you been?"

"Great, until James told me about this insane mission he's put you on. I have full faith and trust in you regardless,"
She replied as James shook his head and kissed his wife's head.

"I appreciate that."

"I will keep in contact with you when need be, if any emergencies speak with Max, the guard going with you," James explained.

I shook Maxs hand and he nodded his head.

"Got it."

"Come back in one piece for me Azalea," James said as he tapped his hand on my shoulder.

"Love you hun, be safe," Carla said.

I gave them both a quick salute and got in the plane.

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8 hours and 20 minutes later...

I finally landed in Italy.

Majority of the flight I slept, ate or read.
James sent me photos and names corresponding to each member of the family, my supposed "father" for this and any other important person related to the mission.

I also attempted to do some more digging on the Morettis and found out they own a famous club in Italy, a few hotels and restaurants all over.

Bodyguard Max was quiet for the entire trip.

We checked into a fancy hotel about 15 minutes outside of the Moretti's residence so I could get ready for the ball and prepare for the mission in general. Bummer I didn't land earlier to explore Italy before the mission.

James is very calculated with my missions, in a way I understand, I need to be focused.
I promised myself I'll come back, for my moms sake.

I'm technically supposed to be here for about 3 weeks and 2 days to get close enough to the Morettis, get information and execute the goal but that might be extended if plans change.

It's around 4:30 pm Italy time so I have about 3 hours to get ready.
Caitlin hired a makeup artist and a hairstylist to help me get ready even though I told her I didn't need them.

I have yet to see the dress she picked out for the ball, but she said I was able to fight in it in case my cover blew or any other emergency.

After sitting in a chair for a few hours and having superficial conversations with the polite glam team, I was ready and probably looked the nicest I've ever looked in a while.
I just have to get used to using and responding to the name Angelina Fonzii for a while.

The dress Caitlin picked out for me is absolutely stunning.
I felt and looked incredible despite the nerves eating away at me.

(The dress and shoes in question)

Max called Caitlin for me who was with James and Carla and they all approved of the look and went through tonight's plans once more.

Walk in, speak with a few others attending to avoid suspicions, excuse "my fathers" absence due to other international business issues and trips, lure Alisa to let me stay for a few weeks with my sob story and report back any conversations heard concerning the mafia's new alliance.

Breath Azalea, you've done this countless times before. I keep having to remind myself.

I made sure my knife and pistol were strapped on tight to my thigh, put on my heels and headed for the door.

Just before leaving I took a photo and sent it to Amara, she would go feral if she didn't see my look tonight.

As me and Max headed into the elevator she replied back.

-"You look fucking hot."

and proceeded to send me a picture of her look before walking the runway.

-"Were hot," I replied

- "Love you, dont get killed doing hot girl spy things."

I chuckled and replied
-"Love u more, dont trip."

The drive to the mansion was quick and as we approached my jaw dropped.

I could've sworn that caused Max to smile a tiny bit. This man never shows emotion.
It was massive and beautiful, from the front gardens to the architecture.

Checking my phone the time read 7:15
The plan was going accordingly so far.
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