[CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, #1]
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀
When my mother's deteriorating health pushes me into rethinking my career choices, my boss does what he does best; he shoves me into the world I never planned on venturing into. The job is simple:...
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I slammed the door shut behind me and pressed my back to its wooden surface. My hands and feet were shaking in fear. Every nerve in my body trembled.
When I went on a mission, everything about me was different. In other words, fake. Be it the clothes, style and makeup or the accent and name. I studied my target and behaved according to the data I gathered on them. Adonis had come up to me when I had nothing, except for the fake name. And evidently, it had made our situation an unpredictable mess.
"I met someone," I said the moment I saw Cole stepping out of his room, scratching his butt.
"You scared me." He put a hand on his chest and stretched his legs out, dropping onto the couch. "How exciting," he mocked. "Though I would've been happier if it were Vitale."
"It was Vitale," I announced, astonishment running through my voice.
He was devilishly handsome with his Satan-gifted looks. The name Adonishad fitted no one better. I would've never guessed he was Vitale if it hadn't been for the tattoo on his hand. He looked normal and gentlemanly for a Mafioso, which made me realise why he could live a secret life. No one suspected him.
"What?" Cole narrowed his eyes in a sceptical manner. Of course, he couldn't believe me. I wouldn't have believed either if I hadn't been the one in the situation.
"It was him, Cole. I saw his tattoo."
"Where did you see him?"
I shoved his legs from the couch and sat beside him. "The cafe across the street."
Cole stifled a laugh. "He owns a whole ass empire and you're saying he visits a mediocre cafe for what? Coffee?"
"Well, her coffee is worth coming back for—"
"Did he talk to you?" Seeing me nod, he pinched on my hoodie. "When you were like this?"
"Hey, don't hate on my hoodie." I cleared my throat. "He saw me at the club."
"He was there?" Cole's eyes widened.
"Yes, the silhouette I told you about. It was him." Cole looked horrified. I said, "When he approached me in the cafe, I didn't think it was him until I saw the tattoo."
"Did he look like a normal person to you?"
"Everyone looks normal in jeans and t-shirts." I liked my lips and added, "Only he wasn't normal-normal." Cole arched a brow. "That man was fucking gorgeous. I was hella intimidated."
"That's why he can live an anonymous life," Cole repeated to himself. "Did you say exactly what we prepared for a situation like this?"
I gave an obvious jerk of my head. "You know me. I'm the one who stays true to the script."
Cole held his arm before my eyes and said, "I have goosebumps, even imaging the scene, B. How old did he look?"
"I don't know. Thirty, more or less. Our research said he isn't married. But, with looks like that, I wonder why."
