The Red Bishop

Chapter Twelve: Fly Wings

trigger warning: talks about suicide briefly and this is a disgustingly long chapter so beware :)

Mia's POV:
It's been several days and during them we've been getting everything prepared for the mission. Mr. Grey and me keep flirting here or there and they both can't keep their eyes off of me during their lectures or when they see me around campus. It's like I'm a magnet to their eyes. Today is the day of the mission though and we're trying to get everything put in place. I have my dress ready and I have the tools I need to make it look accidental. I didn't have school today so I've basically had the whole day to prepare. The gala starts in two hours so it's time to start getting ready.

I put in the dark brown contacts and put the black wig on. Feeling weird looking at myself I continue on and start my makeup. I have to cover my arms and legs and basically everything so none of my tattoos show. I'm not taking any chances so I just did the simple elegant makeup that most of the ladies there will be wearing. It's actually crazy how different I look. I also took out all of my piercings so nobody can recognize them with those. I literally look like a whole different person. When I walked out to show everybody they all just stood awestruck.

Gary says, "Is that really you Mia??"

"Yes indeed so Gary." I do my little bow and giggle to myself loving all of their reactions to my new look. Everybody says I look good and that I'm unrecognizable so that means I'm ready. Kai can't come with me on this one considering how dangerous it is. It's already bad enough that I'm going in there. The only reason I'm actually going in is so I can see who he's talking to and see who he's connected to. His name is Daniel Hernandez and I know a few names of the people he works with but I also want to know how far up on the food chain he is. There's going to be a lot of crime bosses there and I want to see where he fits in with all of that.

Tying up my dress I get on my bike since it's faster than my car and tonight might be risky. Racing down the highway blasting necrotic grip I get myself ready for what I have to do. I have such bad social anxiety I really don't want to deal with people tonight but I need to so I can find out a little more about this man. Getting there and parking I get my earpiece connected to everyone back at the speakeasy. They've been looking at the cameras and they tell me where his car is so I can go check it out.

I don't know what's up with these men and not parking their cars in safer places. Like it's in the perfect position for me to tamper with it and there will be other cars blocking the way so hopefully there'll be more cover for me to have. Untying my dress and letting it flow down with the ribbons I look the perfect part for this kind of place. I have my fanciest jewelry on and I genuinely look like all of the other women here. Going to the door I give them my invitation and they let me in with no problems. Walking in I just stop awestruck by how many people are here and all the beautiful decorations. Continuing with my walk I snag a glass of champagne while the waiter walks past me and I start to drink it. I would chug it but I have to fit in with the rest of the women here who are all proper and elegant.

I walk past myself in a mirror and just have to stare for a second. I look so different I can't even tell if I'm me and I am me so like shit. This is really fucking with my head. I haven't had to do something like this in a while and I much prefer the dirtier missions than having to dress up and play a part like this. I just sigh and keep going on my way. While I was strolling my eyes snagged on my target and he was talking to a few people that I actually knew. To his left was a man named Jack Crook. I know, perfect name for someone involved in this type of shit. He runs his own gang and has been very successful the past few years. To his right is another man named John Davids. He's actually a member of the mafia so he's pretty fucking high up. God what I would do to kill that man. That would be one of my biggest missions ever though. He's the second hand man to Ralph Desmond who's head of the mafia here. The reason I hate him so bad is because he was one of the reasons why my friend killed herself. He was abusive towards her and I never fully knew how she came to know him but he has a death clock now and it's counting down.