fire & silk

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

Unknown's POV

There she was, dressed in a tight fitting black silk dress which had a slit on her right leg. Her gun holster poking out just enough for me to see. She was beautiful, if I hadn't already known who she was I would have never guessed that she was a seductress and an assassin. Light laughter and small chatter filled the ballroom of one of the biggest Mafia's.

The Russian Mafia was nothing anybody should ever mess with, especially such a petite girl like her. She swayed her hips with ease as she slowly made her way toward Nikolai Volkov. The Don of the Russian Mafia. He wasn't as ruthless and cold as 'The Devil' was, but he was damn close to it. Known to take in every woman that comes his way, Nikolai was dangerous. Not only with a gun, but apparently in the bedroom. I find that very hard to believe.

As she made her way toward him, I felt my body slowly tense up. Watching her walk into a trap and all I was able to do was stand there. Mio piccolo angelo (my little angel) couldn't know I was here. If she did, all hell would break loose. My angel walked toward the bar, muttering a drink order as she diverted her attention around the room, not showing any interest in the man standing next to her. Nikolai snakes his arm around her waist making her bring her attention toward him. The pair exchanged small greetings to one another. My angel introduced herself as Sasha Ivanov, my smart girl using a fake name. A small smile spreads across my face as I eavesdrop using the small bug I planted in that exact location when I first arrived.

Nikolai continues to ask Sasha about herself mostly where she is from, does she have parents, how old is she but lastly asks her, "And what exactly is a gorgeous woman like you doing here surrounded by all these bad men?"

She slowly bats her lashes at him, giving him a seductive smile before responding with, "Looking for a man to protect me from bad men like these. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find one, do you?"

Innocence was written all over her face, but she was anything but innocent.

Nikolai grabs her chin and brings his mouth to her ear, hovering over it. "I'm right here malysh" (baby). Lightly, Sasha bites her lip and gives him an innocent stare. She brings him close and whispers sweet little nothings to him. That's when he grabbed her hand and began to lead her out of the ballroom and into a closed off area around his mansion. I lose sight of them, glued to my spot I watch everything around me. That's when it all happened, it was as if it all happened in slow motion. My jaw clenches as I see a swarm of man pile into the room with snipers all on their sides.

Screams emit throughout the room as women take cover behind their men. My hand travels to the waistband of my pants and I pull out my gun. Cocking it back to hear that it's ready to be fired, I make my way slowly around the mansion in search of my angel. Gunshots begin, my body tenses, my mind thinking the worst. That's when I saw her. Mio piccolo angelo. Dead.

That was seven years ago. Seven years ago when I lost my angel, mio amore. Seven years since I saw her, dead. Bleeding out on the floor. Seven fucking years.

Seven fucking years since I've raised hell.