Red

CHAPTER 18.

Attaching the small listening devices to the collar of the black spandex body suit which was long sleeved and did a perfect job of covering up my fingers and feet, it wrapped around my body like a second skin that I chose to masked with the darkness that is of the night.

I discarded the hazel eye contact lenses for this investigation as I pulled the black ski mask over my head and settled it to position around my neck.

Xamuela was now in bed and with Cirano the new assigned bodyguard securing the perimeter of the mansion, once again, I allowed the darkness of the night to become apart of me. I bend my feet and then on the tip of my toes, I press my palms to flatten on the white walls of the mansion.

I craned my neck to peep around the corner of the house and decided to sneak into the black vehicle that belongs to Lorenzo.

He was currently in the kitchen and with him being occupied, I made my way over to the side of his large car with light footsteps, gliding across the surface of the outside to not alert his guards who were securing the estate which he assigned to keep watched seeing that he wasn't going to be here for the remaining hours of the night.

It was all about risk and precision, and as an undercover cop, I was trained to be quick on my toes and conceived codes that would get me out of a difficult situation that I would some how find myself in.

A year ago, I wasn't developed and that mistake caused me to loose the one person who was everything to me.

Nava made it his life mission to trained me in martial arts and additionally with the little knowledge of training I had when I was a teenager in gymnastics, my body was able to bend if I wanted to be flexible and hence along with everything he thought to defend myself, they eventually flowed in tune.

I composed my beating heart in a slow rate and lighten my breathing through my nostrils as I compressed my back behind the back of the car trunk, I rest my head on the floor mat of the vehicle as I turn my head to the side.

I bend both of my hands which straighten on my chest and tighten my knuckles into a fist which position them to rest underneath my chin.

It was a tight fit, but nothing was going to stop me from going to club Sin. I gritted my teeth.

Even if it breaks me.

Counting down the minutes in my head, Lorenzo unlock the car with his keys and with my eyes pressed closed, I told myself to suck it up as the pain slip its way through my joints, because it would soon be over.

With Fire, I was able to go to the club without a struggle but in contrast to Lorenzo, this man was in tune with whatever that was around him. I didn't know what to expect as the car jerk slightly as he slammed the door shut.

His car keys jiggles amongst my ongoing thoughts and with my body freezing up in alert, the engine rumbles up.

And within minutes, he sped off down the road way. I squeezed my eyes shut as he flew up the hill, a certain vigorous uncertainty overtook my structure as the silence dragged on in the darkness of the car and some parts of myself begin to wonder if he would called me out.

My nose tingles as the scent of weed without question, entered through my sense of smell.

It slid into my lungs and bring forth a burn around the muscle and I had to hold in the cough that wanted to slip through my lips, it almost seems as if he was teasing me to acknowledge my presence but then again maybe I was overthinking.

I pursed my lips and calmed the cough down, amongst the darkness I heard his phone ring, I swallowed down the instant kiss of nerves as his deep voice echoed through the car.

The car stopped for a second and then I listen to the indicator, alerting through the quietness softly. He spoke in rapid Italian that even I found it hard to grasp, seeing that I couldn't decode his conversation.

His voice was gruff with every flow and even with the tightness of the spandex bodysuit, my skin ignites in goosebumps.

The sharp pulled up of the handbrake break me out of my thoughts as I notice that we had arrived.

Loud music from the club confirmed it, the neon lights from the building flashes on the roof of the vehicle and as I held position, I gave him time to leave as methods of tonight's outcome took a front seat at the front of my mind.

I held unto the back seat of the now empty vehicle, Lorenzo's musky scent clouded the area and I inhale it as I pulled myself over the seat, I scanned the windshield and notice that he had parked at the side of the club, I watched his large back as he communicated with the two bouncer at the entrance.

And when I saw that he was inside, I unlocked the doors and used my hip to push the door close to a soft click.

With the floor plan of the club given to me by Rafael burning into my mind, on the tip of my toes in light footsteps, I ran over to the side door, making sure that I used black objects to masked my figure.

I scan the area through the ski mask, and with my fingers covered to hide my fingerprint, I twist the knob, and was immediately covered in darkness.

A flight of stairs was the only thing in this section of club that would get me closer to Lorenzo.

It was position to my immediate right and with the door closing behind me, I ran up the steps on light toes, my breathing relax as I halted.

There was a shutter built in the ceiling with soft air coming from a fan as it hit me full forced.

I yanked the metal off seeing that it wasn't screwed in properly and then I snap out the gun silencer from the holster on my thigh.

I shot around the spinning fan three times and scrunched up my nose as the gun smoke flew out into the darkness. I snap the gun back into the slot and grip the corner of the ventilation, I split my legs sideways and gritted my teeth as the metal around the vent sink into my hands.

I swing my parted legs together and then with enough momentum, I pushed them through the open space.

With my shoulders now pushed forward, I slid my whole body in, which put me front way down into the dark passage of the rumbling ventilation as I laid flat on my stomach.

The darkness greeted me as I position on my knees, I begin to crawled through the long passage as this side of the club would lead me right into the basement where Lorenzo and his men would be.