Discovering the Mob ( ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Helena's mind is reeling with her discovery. She couldn't believe that after trying to work her way to the boss she was actually making out with the boss. She felt her mind going in circles. She didn't know exactly what her plan was now. A trained assassin is a great observer, even more than those high profile CIA special agents. And Division was specifically establish to perfection. The more she thinks about it the more she finds it strange.

Francesco actually introduced himself. After a month of costant research, she knew that crime families, his in particular, would never say his name in public. It left her with one question. Why did he tell her his? Her head is spinning at the new information. Whatever it is she will have to improvise. She has to find out everything he knows about Division.

They've been driving in the limo for almost two hours. Francesco sits next to her, ignoring her completely. She kept quiet as well. It was for the best. She didn't ask questions, they didn't either. She was still wondering how he could be the boss. Sure he looks older than her, but not by much. It didn't make sense. Most of the bosses were much older.

She holds her arm. One of the mobsters took the bullet out and wrapped a piece of cloth on it. The adding pressure numbed it so all she felt is a strong sting that manageable. She looked around at the mutiple guards that sat in front of them. They all avoided her at all costs. She couldn't help the feeling of being trapped. Not only is there men in this limo. Theres mutiple cars filled with men behind them and in front. She understood the security, but she didn't like it.

After about thirty more minutes of driving the limo stops. The guards all step out first. Then Francesco gives her a light shove for her to exit. She slides out, making sure to not add any more pressure on her arm. The guards immediately forms a circle around her. That's when the boss also steps out of the car. He lightly placed his hand on the small of her back, nodding for her to continue forward.

They are escorted inside. The guards disperse to the sides when they got in. She looks around the mansion. She didn't care about the decor that screamed luxury. Her eyes focused on the cameras on every single corner of the room. This can't be happening. If she felt trapped before, it feels worst now.

Francesco's hand was still placed on her back. He led her through the side where a long hallway awaited. Then he led her through a door at the end of it. She enters with much hestiation when she notices no one else was following them. The room looked like some kind of office. It's fully decorated in antique designs. She noticed the lack of windows, which was understandable to her. Mobsters don't like being easy targets. She also notice the semi-hidden staircase that led up to something out of view for her. The office was dim lighted which she didn't appreciate, but has a feeling that it's probably how it always is.

Helena remains standing. He has given her a clue on his track of mind, but she perfers to have a fighting chance just in case he tries to kill her right here. He walks towards a tall armoire. He pulls out a white long sleeves dress shirt, completely ignoring her presence. He tugs his black tee off as he changes into the dress shirt, giving her a full view of his body. He wasn't just toned. He was muscular in ever sense. Somehow she didn't notice it before. There are faint scars across his body that gave her a dangerous attraction. She felt a slim regret for cutting off their passionate encounter. She shook the thought of her mind.

"What are you doing?" She asked with annoyance. She doesn't mind the little strip show, but this is a distraction she can't afford at the moment.

"I'm changing, Bellezza. It's not hard to tell." He finished buttoning his shirt and proceeded to unbutton his pants.

That's when she turned around. It was a childish move to do. She wasn't shy and she was definetly far from being a pure prude. Though she felt her hormones on overdrive, like a starved virgin. It's been so long since she had a sexual encounter with a man. For the past month all she was thinking about was this assignment. It didn't give her room for anything causal.