Demionos Mortales De la Mafia- Part 1

Part 1: Italia

Val's P.O.V

We speed off in the car to the private jet across town. When we arrive, we board the blood-red plane. We sit in our chairs for the 2-hour flight. Which, in my opinion, is boring, but we both ended up cleaning our guns and practising a few hand to hand combat moves.

We step off the plane and get that rush of warm air. "Ahh, beautiful Italia", I smile.

Cenia laughs at me, and I don't blame her. I look like a child in a candy store, excited to pick a sweetie. We walk to the black Ferrari that is waiting for us. I jump into the driver's seat as Cenia takes the passenger seat before heading to the hotel we are staying at. Upon arriving at the hotel, we got our room keys for the top floor apartment; everything was the best for us, the Alverez twins. We instantly start to get ready for the mission tonight.

Cenia is wearing a red silk dress with matching heels, and I am wearing a black silk dress. I'm wearing a short black wig to conceal my identity, whereas Cenia wears a long brown curly one. We are pretty noticeable with our long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Once ready, we grab our holsters and strap them onto our thighs before loading our guns and placing them safely in our holsters. I take one look in the mirror before leaving. Eventually, we leave the hotel and travel down to Inferno's club. We waltz in as if we own it making everyone know our presence. Many men looked up and down as we walked up to the bar. Perverts. Cenia takes her time and winks at one of the men interested in her. We grab a few drinks and dance before having our eyes on our target:

Name: Eric de Luca

Age: 26

Occupation: Traitor to Spanish mafia. Work for Italians

I nudge Cenia to say that I've spotted him. We catch his attention, with ease and we start to flirt with him as well as he starts to flirt with us. We continued to give him a drink and pretend that we were interested, but I can tell you now. I am so not interested; he is definitely not my type. I start to circle his shoulder with my fingertips flirtatiously as Cenia keeps his drinks flowing. We act drunk too not make it too obvious. We're working, but that doesn't mean we can't have a few drinks; we just know our boundaries when on a job. I look to Cenia, and we agree that he is drunk and vulnerable enough. I take his right while Cenia gets the left side of his arm and lead him outside into an alley. I pin him to the wall as he stumbles and sits on the ground. He looks up, and we take our wigs off, and both point a gun at him.

"Oh shit, no! Please have mercy?!!?" He shouts in panic. I laugh at this statement. Mercy??

"Once a traitor, always a traitor, Eric, you should know that," Cenia says sternly.

"You two were always bitches", he snarls, which makes me mad. I know I'm a bitch, but my sister is the only person allowed to call me.

He spits on the ground, and I lose it. That's just damn right disrespectful. I go to pull the trigger, but we are stopped by feeling a prick to our necks, and I feel hands around my waist. "What the h-hell..." Cenia screams.

"Fucking assholes, I'll kill you..." I scream as I kick, trying to get out of the person's hold. I manage to get out, but I don't get far before I feel their arms wrap around me again. As I start to see black, I watch as Cenia falls into the arms of the man behind her. While I am trying to stay awake, but the next minute, I feel someone whisper in my ear, "Sleep my princess", a deep sexy Italian voice behind me says, and I then lose the battle of consciousness.

I wake up in a dark room, strapped to a chair. I still feel a little sleepy and woozy.

"Val, are you awake??" Cenia whispers, and I groan. "Yea. Are you okay?" I ask while trying to get out of the ropes.