Midnight | b. barnes

➸ one

First off, I know you want to kill me for actually starting a new book but I could not resist.
Just please give it a try, you might like it.
And by the way, the point of view is always going to be Ana's, but if it is otherwise, it will be stated.
So yeah, this is going to in the Third P.O.V.

One

She was stuttering through the vast, old-fashioned hallway, her long stilettos echoing against the well-decorated walls. Ana smirked a little, as she pulled out her favorite lipstick from her purse; 102 Sweet Dreams.

The navy blue taffeta ball gown with beaded bodice by Adrianna Papell was adorning her slim, hourglass-like body. The similar navy blue stilettos that gave her short, but lean physique a few inches adorned her silky feet.

As she lingered in front of the grand, marvelous, oak-wood door, the blood red color of the lipstick was effortlessly smeared onto her plump lips. The silky hands of the gorgeous vigilante/heroine, Midnight, were placed on the smooth oak wood door, urging the door to open.

The door was pushed open, uttering a squeaky sound from its old age. She swayed forward to face him, Tony Vitelo, the notorious Don. He was linked to a handful of cases involving human and sex trafficking, distribution with intent, and also involved with weapons smuggling.

To sum it up, he's a bad guy and needs to be removed from this land.

Ana had caught sight of him when she had hacked the FBI database on one of those days where boredom could have eaten her away. His resumé was quite a sight alone as his family business. Tony Vitelo was the perfect target, Ana had thought as she saw the pictures of him with a bimbo at his side.

Midnight smirked as she stood taller, her assets clearly emphasized. "Mr. Vitelo," the sweet, sultry voice of Ana heeded in his office. Tony Vitelo looked up to glance at the woman, and he had received quite a sight; the air literally was kicked out of his airways.

He placed his pen down, sat a little straighter, and gave his full attention to the Russian beauty that had adorned his dimly lit office.

"What may I owe this pleasure?" Tony Vitelo asked in flirtatious voice, his much more louder than what Ana had presumed, demanding attention and respect from whoever had been in his presence. Some would cower away, their voices would come out in a squeak. Others would deem him arrogant and egotistical, crossing the boundaries and him, which never ended in a pleasurable way.

But Ana? Oh no, she stood her ground.

The man in front of her was nothing but a bastard, his money all dirty, his personality was nothing less either. And Ana was quite sure she could handle herself with that poor excuse of a man.

She giggled, suppressing the vomit that had wanted to make its way out of her mouth, and made her way over to the right side of his office desk; adorned with portraits of his family, files and files on his business, among other things.

"Well..." Midnight started, moving the things on his desk to situate herself on it. "I wanted to know, personally, if the rumors are true." She had changed her voice to be heavily accentuated with a French accent.

Tony Vitelo faked a confused look, and all that passed through Ana's mind was of how a pity that a man so powerful as him, use his power for bad and violence.