Discovering the Mob ( ON HOLD)

Prologue

Prologue

Helena Vasiliev looked around the dance studio. Her bright hazel eyes lit up slightly.  Everything she's ever worked hard for is here. All of the memories from the past couple of years are cherish because of this studio. One thing she loved more than life. Yet, she knows it's all coming to an end.

Disregarding the sinking feeling in her stomach, she presses the play button on the remote. A tango beat blasts through the speakers on the ceiling. She closes her eyes enjoying the symbolic beats. The rhythm is gentle, but fierce. She moves to the middle of the dance floor and starts her routine.

Her long auburn hair stays in place up in a high ponytail. She sways her hips seductively as the beat heightens its intensity faster by the note. She moves forward and backward as she could hear the beat speak out of anger and jealousy. A passion unforeseen by tension.

After five minutes, she's done. She opens her eyes. Looking into the mirrors she finds a man she knows all too well. His tall frame, his glare was all too familiar. She knew they would find her today. Her talents was founded on always being cautious. A pang of regret was making itself known, but she pushed it down.

She turns around and faces the man. "James. " She greets in a irritated tone.

He raised an eyebrow at her rudeness. As a colleague you would think they would be close, but no. He enjoyed being part of 'team'. He liked to kill. Helena didn't. She wants a different career path than the one she's been shown her whole life.

James roughly grabs her arm. His annoyance clear from time being wasted just staring at each other. She could fight him, she'll win, but she also knows the whole place is surrounded. They won't let her get away this time. She knows that to be true. She's far to valuable to them.

Her dance heels clicked on the hard wood floors as he dragged her out the doors and into black SUV. He cuffed her hands tightly. She was right, she was too valuable to them to risk an escape. What they didn't know is that handcuffs were easy to get rid of. She's had lots of practice. The car sped off pushing her back against the seat. Annoyed she glared at driver. Another memeber of the 'team'.

"Be gentle will you?" She spat. She's greeted back with utter silence. In the middle if two large men she stays put. There's no point in asking them where they were taking her. She knew exactly who's dying to see her. She keeps her head forward. Her eyes looked dead. Her face was stonic. She knew how to keep up her thought exterior well. She's the best of the best no doubt. Her memories of the last couple of years flash again. She wishes to go back and have more time to enjoy her life. A normal life. For the first time in a long time she finally had friends, a small apartment she called her own. And was able to get away from her life just for those short years. Regardless of her wishes, she's aware that people like her never get away for too long.

The car stopped, snapping her out of her thoughts. She was pulled harshly out the car. Another group of men awaited on guard. She grins. Her reputation pursuits her. She escorted into a large evelator. She felt herself go further down into the ground.  Secrets always are meant to be buried. The doors opens wide. Everyone stops what they're doing just to catch of glimpse of the famous assassin. The woman who never misses her shot.

Shes pushed towards a set of double doors, covering her from sight. Soon she is escorted into the office she knows all too well. The Director's back is facing her. James clears his throat to get his attention.

"Sir." He calls out.

The director turns around with narrowed eyes. She stares back just as hard. To think this man is her father is beyond believable. That's why no one knows their specific relation to eachother.

"Welcome back to Division, Helena." He greets with a grim smile. She remains silent. It's always been better for her when he does all the talking. "You may leave." He orders to the men behind her.

This is how her life has been like. She was meant to dance. That was her passion, but her cruel father forced her to become another member in the Division. A secret agency who tracks and kills their target and makes them suffer. Like assassins in some ways. The recruits are mostly corrupted law enforcement offers, criminals with strong background, and others like her, orphans who are promised a home. Except she not an orphan. Everyone just thinks she is. Her father doesn't even care to have anyone know that she is his daughter and she returns the feelings. Admitting that he is her father would be an embarrassment.

He stood in front of her with a malicious smile. There's not fatherly love in that. "Will you not say hello, Helena? It's been a long time. Don't you agree?"

"Director." She greets him respectfully, leaving out the sarcasm and rage from his playful tone that is nothing but sincere.

He picks up his tablet and skims through it. "You attended The Ailey School at Fordham University in New York. You graduated with your Bachelor's of Fine Arts degree. How nice. I see her top of your class. Helena... James." He emphasizes the change of her last name. Helena wasn't registered in America as a person. She was born in Division. The person here that knew her real name was her own father. It was pointless in revealing her identity in the federal system when she constantly changed her name and persona to complete assignments. "You know I wasn't amused to hear that you left. Even less amused when you hid for so long. It's clear to me that you no longer feel apart of this organization. Am I asuming correct?"

"Would you actually let me leave?" She asked him.

"No. I would not, but today I'm feeling charitable. Do you really want to be free and live your life away from us? Is that truly what you want? A plain normal life?" She thought carefully her answer. She can't tell if he was messing with her or if he did want her honest answer. "I'm waiting."

"Yes." She simply said. There was no doubt in her mind that he would let her leave without paying a hefty price.

He took the file front his desk and handed it to her. "You want your freedom pretending to be Helena James? Then complete this final assignment." She opened the folder with curiosity. One more kill wouldn't hurt her, she's done it all before.

The name on the file was what made her narrow her eyes in shock and rage. Reading further down she felt her anger rise. She pointed her glare at her father. One thing was killing someone and being done with it. Another thing was gathering information underover and then killing. This wasn't an assignment. This was a death sentence.

"Francesco Genovese has been making things hard for a fellow acquaintance." He explained. "I wouldn't involve myself in this matter if this man didn't know so much about Division. I don't care who he is, we will not risk exposure. Especially from someone like him who could easily spread his findings."

She understood.  Divison has remain anonymous since it was first established. The organization was funded by the ferderal government, but they made sure they were never heard of. The only person that knows about them is the president. Every single one of the 'team' has been trained to become  world class assassins. They are all taken from prisons and other common places. Their previous identities disappear. Their families no longer to be contacted. And if they did try to, they were eliminated. It didn't matter the cost, Division needed to remain in secret.

Helena looked again into the file. "There's no picture of him." She noticed.

"No one knows who he is, other than the obvious." The director explained.

"He's the head of the Mafia." They wanted her to become an informant and then kill this man who's reputation is horrendous Yet, they couldn't even tell her who he is or what he looks like.

She wasn't an actress. She wasn't a spy. She wasn't a rat. But for her freedom she would become anything.

"This is my final assignment?"

"The final one." He confirmed.

She took one more look at the file. Francesco Genovese. She felt doubt arise in her. For some reason she had a feeling that she was going to regret this. She looked up at the director. She held her head up high, and gave him her stonic expression. "I'm ready."