The mafia's blue rose

Chapter 5

Thea P.O.V

"I'll see you soon, angel." Alessandro says, grabbing my waist and kissing my lips once again. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back.

I wave to him over my shoulder and walk into the mansion. Dad and Elijah are sitting in the living room, probably waiting for me.

I run upstairs and change into my blue rose outfit, which consists of blue yoga pants, and a black op with a blue leather jacket over it.

Taking my mask and rose in my hand, I go through the secret door in my closet that leads to the basement. Dad had it installed so that the maids and guards don't see my outfit and realise who I am.

"What's the mission?" I ask coldly, now in blue rose mode.

"Small German gang." Dad says, dropping a file down in front of me. he and my brothers know I'm a different person completely in this outfit.

"He started selling off children and women about a month ago. We gave him a warning to stop..."

"He ignored it." I finish Damien's question for him. How could anyone do that to children. "I'll have my men on standby." I tell them, getting into my car and not waiting for a response before zooming off.

Yes, my men. I don't involve my dad's mafia with what I do, and I have men all over the world who work for me. My men are as loyal as they come. I know of many people who want to work for the blue rose, but I don't just get anyone.

I reach the address and slip on my mask. I give a curt nod to my men around the old abandoned warehouse. I walk through the building and exit to a sort of back yard, where I see about ten men drinking cheap liquor and laughing. The sight disgusts me.

Around them, are girls no older than seventeen, wearing almost nothing and crying. I clench my jaw and press play on the Bluetooth speaker connected to my jacket. All laughing stops when they hear the haunting noted of the piano.

"I heard you were warned." I say casually coming out of the shadows. All the men's faces are now drained of colour, making me laugh darkly.

"Sie ist ein Betrüger. Lass dich nicht täuschen." (She's an imposter. Don't be fooled.) One of them says in German.

"Ja wirklich?" (Oh really?) I mock, earning surprised looks from all of them.

The way they are sitting, shows clearly who the three main men are. One of the scumbags has a girl who looks to be fifteen on his lap, where she clearly doesn't want to be.

I place a finger to my earpiece and say, "Snipers."

Just like that the other seven men fall dead on the floor. I see a shadow behind me and flip backwards, locking my ankle with his neck and flipping him over. Fifteen years of gymnastics really pays off. I hear a snap meaning I broke his neck. Oops.

"Leave her, you lowlife mutt." I demand one of the men, who shoves off the girl immediately.

I gesture for two of my best men to tie them up, which they do without question.

All the younger kids have been taken two safety, while I keep the five oldest girls here. They look scared out of their minds.

"Don't worry girls, you won't be hurt again. Listen, I know these men must have done the worst to you, so I figured you would want them to suffer. They look like they just won the lottery, and ten minutes later, the men are all bloody and bruised.

"Damn girls, you did good." I praise them. "Tony, I think they might be better than you." I smirk at one of my men, who grunts in response. He leads the girls back to safety and to get some food, while I stare at the three.

"Please! I have a family!" One of them begs.

"Oh really? Well at least they can live the rest of their lives in peace." I say, before putting a bullet through his skull. I do the same for the other two and then leave a blue rose petal on each of their chests.

Hopefully this is a message to another paedophilic mutts to warn them of the outcome if they continue with their disgusting ways

***

Our housekeeper, Lynn, wakes me up for breakfast the next morning at eight.

I Only got home once I knew that all the girls were safely with their families, and that meant getting home at nearly four in the morning.

I, very sleepily, do my morning routine and head downstairs, wearing a pair of Mickey Mouse pyjamas, because who does't like Disney?

"Morning, princess." Elijah chirps, earning a grunt. He frowns and holds out his arms. I drop into his lap and rest my head on his shoulder. "What time did you get back?" He asks.

"Around four." I reply. Elijah continues to watch whatever he's watching, when the twins join us.

"What's wrong?" Marco asks.

"Sleepy." I mumble, not bothering to open my eyes.

"Oh, we could take care of that for you." Diego says and I can hear the smirk in his voice. Oh no.

I try running, but Marco catches me, throwing me on the couch. I keep squirming and the boys keep chuckling.

When Diego and Marco started tickling me, I was giggling so hard that I could barely breathe. They were relentless and wouldn't stop. I may be the blue rose, but I'm extremely ticklish.

I see Alessandro walking into the house and a plan forms in my head.

"Ow, stop that hurts!" I exclaim. The twins instantly let me go and I run straight to Sandro and hide behind his back.

"Sure. Hide behind the big bad boss." Marco says with amusement laced through his voice. I, being my mature self, stuck my tongue out at them.

Diego narrows his eyes at me and takes a step into my direction.

"Eek!" I jump on Sandro's back and hold on to him like my life depended on it.

"What's going on?" He questions, hooking his hands under my thighs so that I don't slip.

"They!" I say, pointing an accusing finger towards my twin brothers. "Were tickling me." I say while nodding my head, satisfied with my accusation. That is, until Sandro laughs. I gape at him. "Hey! You're on my side!" I tell him with a pout, making him slowly stop laughing.

"Always." He says softly, making me smile and blush while he walks to the couch and sits down with me on his lap.

Sandro and Elijah begin talking about their legal business, so I zone out. I rest my head against his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat while he rubs circles on my back. His deep voice is like a lullaby and after a few minutes, my eyes flutter closed and I'm out like a light.