The Mafia's Game

Part I - Into the den of wolves

"Alright, we're going to go over the plan one more time."

I hear the others groan in frustration. I give them a what I hope is a deathly glare.

"C'mon Diana, we've gone over this plan like a million times already, by the time you're done, I'm pretty sure the deal would've already been made and all your hard work for the past six months would've been for nothing." Jace says.

I point an accusatory finger at him. "Don't you dare say that, you'll jinx it."

Jace sighs and rolls his eyes.

"You're 27 and you still act like 6-year-old kid, Diana." Ken says.

I scoff. "Yeah? Well, would a 6-year-old kid be able to come up with this masterpiece of a plan?" I gesture to the whiteboard with my 6 months of hard work all written down into an elaborate plan.

Ken shakes his head.

"Alright, bring it in." I say as we all huddle together in a circle as if we were a high school football team going into the match that would determine our future football careers, except this match, would be a matter of life and death. "In 1, 2..."

"Let's move it!" someone shouts. And the boys jump, startled at his voice. I cross my arms and give the man who interrupted my huddle a glare.

"It's time to leave Diana, otherwise, we'll be late." Connell says.

Connell. Connell O'Hare. My jackass of a partner. We've been partners for two years now. I like sometimes and sometimes I don't. Most times I don't, he frequently does things that makes me want to strangle him. He might be my nemesis, after all, we're both applying for the same position as Sargent. For some reason, everyone in the precinct always listens to him. They call him the 'dark horse'. Not only because of his black hair, but the cards he plays. He can outsmart almost any criminal out there because of how similar he mimics them. When I had first arrived to the precinct to work, I had a crush on him. Trust me, it's disgusting now that I think about it. But I think I gave in due to all the stories I'd heard about him. I don't know how, but with time, my crush on him dissipated and now I only see him as colleague, or hey, maybe even a friend. After two years of hell together, it's brought us closer together. I know he'd have my back or stand in the way to protect me from getting shot at.

I'm halfway out the door when Nick stops me. He looks me in the eyes, with worry can care in his eyes. He rubs my shoulder. "Be safe, okay?"

I clench my teeth to try to keep my anger at bay. Even him touching me repulses me. I shove his hands away and push him out of the way.

I hear him call out my name, muffled by the glass door between us. Like he gives a shit about me.

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We pull up to the street just before the harbour comes into view. I scan for black cars in the area and let out a relieved sigh. They're not here yet. Thank god.

Me and Connell head out first. Only the two of us are supposed to go in first to avoid too much attention. We hurry along and crouch behind an old car, guns at the ready. I point to the boys waiting in the car and signal to them to get into position. All of them get into their positions just in time for three black cars to roll up into the harbour. When I say black, I mean all black. The car's color was a midnight black, and even the windows were tinted black. Those kinds of windows where you couldn't see anything outside looking in, but everything was visible from the insides. Even the license plate was black. It had no numbers, obviously, otherwise it would be too easy for people to track. Tracking that car was a huge pain in the ass for me, but I managed to do it. It took me at least 4 months to track down just one car, and the captain was giving tons of shits about it.