Mafia fascinations(2nd book in mafias obsession series)

chapter 15: Mission: loading

Another mission. That's what this was, that's all it was. The plan was simple, but is it ever? We were to enter a club run by another mafia leader, find who had managed to steal some of our supplies and who they were selling them to, kill those people and get out of there. All under disguise of course, which made things ten times harder. I wasn't some superhero in a marvel movie that could fight in a beautiful dress, no I was just a girl with an obsession and shit ton of mental issues. Although I suppose that part was obvious.

I was wearing a blue dress with hoop earrings and golden heels, the outfit and makeup made me look far from myself. I didn't know if I liked that or not, pretending to be someone else kind of made me feel better in my body. No one would be looking at who I was, instead they would be looking at who I presented to be.

"Are you sure about this?" Lye asked me. It was obvious why he was so nervous, I was to be a distraction seeing as they were mostly men and what's a better distraction than a piece of eye candy? Vienna's words not mine.

"I'm sure my love" I answered kissing him so lightly it might have well not existed "plus you'll be on my mind the entire time" I reassured him, playing with my necklace that he gave me.

Walking into the club I instantly felt lucky that I was wearing what I was, everyone was dressed like they swam in money for fun. My eyes averted from the general people and shot around the room, looking for our target.

Eveline was stood next to me as we waited for our que. "So tell me about yourself Allia, I'm curious of why Lye choose you to be one of his future queens." Maybe some would take offence to the way she had phrased her words, but instead I felt the opposite. I preferred having to earn my place, instead of automatically being accepted because they had to. Earning my place meant it was truly because of the person I am, not because of the things I had. It was one of the things I hated most about being in care, they treated me like I was some fragile doll when I was anything but fragile. If the trauma did anything to me, it was make me stronger, not weaken me. 

"What do you wanna know?" I asked, looking anywhere other than her eyes. I didn't do it out of disrespect, instead I did out of knowing why she covered her eyes with that lace material. Eye contact weakened you, made you crumble under someone, if her eyes were covered that would be impossible to do. It was a smart approach really, I admired her for such thinking. 

"Your story. Everyone has one, tell me yours." Her words made me respect her even more, she was upfront about what she wanted and it showed how powerful she was. A sort of power that only came with training, training yourself until you broke. Physical training wasn't what made you powerful. No, it was mental training that truly did.

I don't know why but as soon as she asked I began telling her my whole life story. How I grew up in home after home, how I lost the people I truly saw as family, how all of my parents were extremely abusive and how Lye and Sadie were the only two people that truly saved me.

The fact that she didn't act sorry for me and instead acted like I was still a normal person, brought me some sort of comfort. I hated when people acted sorry for me, it made me feel weak and that was one of the worst feelings to ever exist.

"My family died in war. Soldiers raided the house and killed them right before my eyes. I was 8. For years I trained, until Gray found me, he took me under his wing and made me who I am today. He's the only person I trust in this world, other than Ms Vendetta of course" She spoke the words so casually, like she had said the same story over and over again. If she had then I related to her for it, I suppose when you have trauma you eventually get used to telling others about it so many times that your emotions detach from the situation.

"I'm glad they were able to help you" I smiled a little at her "and I hope I'll be able to prove my worthiness to you some day." 

"Someday" she offered a slight smile back, before going back to her seriousness.

Eventually Eveline nodded her head to a table filled with men gambling, the signal being as clear as daylight. The men instantly filled me with nerves. I thought my father was scary, but compared to these people he seemed like Santa on a reindeer. How was I to go over to them and distract them when I could barely get two words out my mouth.

Finally taking a breath I walked over, putting on one of my fake accents. "Why hello boys, I'm Erika and you are?" I made sure to put on a fake smile too. Everything about this moment was to be as fake as possible, there was no way in hell I would allow them to find out who I truly was.

"Quincen" One of them finally spoke up, a strong russian accent showing. Russians? They were Russian? Fuck this isn't good. "What is a pretty girl like you doing here?" His smile showed a diamond in his teeth, making him seem like one of those documentary killers.

"Aw you think I'm pretty?" I continued to speak, although the fear in me made me feel like I would be put in a flight or freeze moment in a matter of seconds.

"Of course I do, why don't you take a seat with us" he patted his lap and instantly my fear became ten times worst, but I did as asked. As I sat on his lap I wanted to cut off his hands for placing them on me. The only hands I wanted on me was my partners, not some random man who could probably snap me in two if I made a wrong move.

As they continued to gamble Quincen and his friend beside him seemed to keep winning and Quincen tightened his hand around me "I suppose your my lucky charm baby girl~" I knew he was trying to flirt but all I wanted to do was punch him in the mouth. The only person I would be a lucky charm to was Lye, and only he was allowed to call me a nickname like that.

I felt a pair of eyes burning into my back and as soon as I took a glance towards the door I saw Lye standing there with rage in his eyes. If only I could go over to him and explain how he was the only man I ever wanted.

"Maybe we'll make you one of ours~" the male behind me chuckled. You. fucking. wish.

"Maybe" I giggled "maybe I'll become your lucky charm forever" god I was gonna make myself sick with this.

"Maybe you will sweetheart" kill me, honestly just kill me and bury my body in the forest at this point.

As time continued to tick past, I continued to flirt with the men, only praying that this moment will soon be over. I hoped that Lye and Sadie knew how much I loved them, because there was no way in hell that I would do this for anyone else. If anyone even suggested such a thing I would have slit their throat and chucked them in the middle of the sea with sharks. But for them? I would take a thousand bullets if it meant they would be happy and safe. 

"Boss. Our location has been found, their in the building as we speak." Those words sent me into a spiral. Our cover was blown? All I could think about was how I needed to distract these men no matter what. Doing something I thought I never would, at least not in a place like this, I got up onto the platform where the strippers were and began to dance. At first I was sure everyone would be able to see past the wall I had up, but eventually I closed my eyes and ignored all the thoughts swirling in my head. 

Swaying my hips to the music, I kept my goal in my mind. Help them. That was all anything ever was about to me wasn't it? Helping those I loved, doing anything for them no matter what that meant. I suppose I was as crazy as a deer running in front of a hungry wolf, but something inside me said I didn't care. Maybe a deep, dark, twisted part of me buried underneath every other emotion secretly enjoyed this. Enjoyed being the distraction, enjoyed playing with people's emotions that I had no care about in this world, enjoyed having a little insanity every once in a while. I mean after all wasn't life supposed to be a little fun? Even if your type of fun was a deranged, twisted kind?

Something wet touched my skin and it didn't take much to guess what it was. But instead of screaming, I continued to dance, it felt like it was giving me more motivation and passion to do so. My body wasn't moving to the beat of the music, instead it was swaying to the beauty of screams that always made me feel ten times lighter.

Eventually I opened my eyes, and the wonderous sight of me showed just how beautiful the world could truly be if you just made it your own. My entire body was covered in blood, the blood of those that had even looked at me wrong. I mean the only that was allowed was them wasn't it? They didn't own me just for one reason, they owned me for many, and one of them was the fact that they were the only people i could truly enjoy touch from.