Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Twenty-five

I can't believe he would just go to New York like that. I mean, really? Why would he bring me with him? I stormed around my office. I need to kill something. Just then, the door opened, and Aram came in. Our eyes met as he observed the scene.

"You look like you could use a drink," he said, walking over to the mini bar and pouring two glasses of vodka.

I took one from him, downing it in a single gulp.

Aram raised an eyebrow and said, "You've been holding in a lot of aggression lately."

I grunted, not feeling like talking about it.

He shrugged. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have a job for you. It's in New York. You know, the big city. You seemed like you wanted to go, so I got you a job."

I raised an eyebrow. "What's the job?" Why would he want me to go to New York?

Aram handed me a file and said, "You will actually be working on the same mission as him."

"So I will be able to work with him?"

"No, have you heard of the Elite Soiree?"

"Yes, sir, that is the party for the rich and famous, right?"

"Yes, it was several containers; their lives were sacrificed for the greater good. Grater good, meaning my evening snack. We got in the car, closed the door, and drove off. He pulled, "Yes, sir, that is the party for the rich and famous, right?"

"Yes, and dangerous. This is where you will be working."

I nodded; this seemed a little too good to be true. "What do I need to do?"

Aram handed me another file. "This is your target. He is a high-ranking member of the mafia, and he will be attending the Elite Soiree with his entourage. Your task is to infiltrate the event and eliminate him."

I raised an eyebrow. "And how do I do that?"

Aram smirked. "You'll have to figure that out, but know that the stakes are high. If you succeed, you'll have proven your worth to the organization. But if you fail, well..."

He didn't need to finish the sentence. Failure meant death. I took the files and left Aram's office, my mind racing with possibilities. The man in the photo had long brown hair and two diamond-shaped scars on the side of his mouth. I went into my office. I only needed a few things: knives, one small pocket gun, and a disguise. I got on my motorcycle and rode to the airport.

I arrived at the airport. The bussing crowds made it easy to get on the plane. I took a seat in first class.

As the plane took off, I let out a sigh of relief. I was finally on my way to New York to complete my mission. I took out the briefing file Aram had given me, studying the target's picture carefully. I needed to have a plan in place before I arrived.

The plane landed smoothly, and I made my way to the city. I rented a car and drove towards the location of the Elite Soiree. I had to park a few blocks away from the venue, as I didn't want to raise any suspicions. I couldn't just show up to the Elite Soiree as myself; I needed to blend in with the rich and famous. I had a contact in the New York fashion industry who could help me create the perfect disguise.

I made my way to the fashion district, locating the studio of a well-known designer. I explained my situation to the designer, who was intrigued by the challenge. He agreed to help me, as he had always wanted to design outfits for someone involved in the mafia.

He created a beautiful red dress for me, designed to look expensive and elegant, complete with a matching shawl and heels. He even gave me a small clutch purse to complete the outfit.