** GHOST POV **

I sat in the large, dim basement of Safe House 37, leaning back in the metal chair with my legs crossed as I twirled my favorite blade in one hand. I was sitting directly in front of the three unconscious men, who were chained by their ankles and hanging from the ceiling with their arms tied behind their backs.

Storm, Rebel, and Fox were sitting behind me around rectangular steel table. Fox was typing away on her laptop trying to find information on the men, while Storm and Rebel were playing some sort of card game to pass the time.

"G." Fox said, her feminine voice echoing throughout the barren room. She slid her chair back, the scraping of metal against cement breaking the silence.

"I found two of their files." She said as she walked over to me with her laptop. I placed the computer on my thighs as my eyes started to scan over the first file, which didn't contain much.

ANGELO ROSSI

Last Known Location: Manhattan, New York
Age: 26
DOB: 02/20/1992
Height: 6'0
Weight: 175LBS
Birthplace: Geona, Italy
Address: 40 E 7th Street
Occupation: None Listed
Criminal Record: None

I looked up from the picture on the file and recognized him as the tannest man out of the three, hanging on the far left.

He had dark and sharp features: a pointed nose, sharp jawline, and a neatly trimmed beard. The brown eyes I saw in the alleyway complimented his black styled hair. He was toned, but looked like he was the least muscular out of the three. With no police record and hardly any information available on him, he must be intelligent. Perhaps good enough with computers to erase any incriminating information on his file, making me believe that he was the one who kicked Fox our of their software.

"The next one had his police record hidden...very well hidden. I had to do some major digging to find all of it." Fox said as she raised her eyebrow. I scrolled down to the next file, and recognized the picture as the man who was hanging on the far right.

GIOVANI D'MARIO
Last known location: Manhattan, New York
Age: 27
DOB: 07/05/1991
Height: 6'1
Weight: 200LBS
Birthplace: Geona, Italy
Address: 40 E 7th Street
Occupation: None Listed
Criminal Record: Public Intoxication/ Public Indecency/ Assault/ Assaulting a Police Officer/ Vehicular Assault/ Possession of  an Illegal Firearm/ Possession of an Illegal Weapon/ Harassment/ Threatening a Police Officer/ Disturbing the Peace/ Battery/ Solicitation/ Evading Arrest/ Vandalism/ Shoplifting/ Boating DUI (BUI)/ Bribery/ Arson/ Larceny/ Insubordination/ Escape from Lawful Custody/

I was listening in on the conversation he was having with Rebel in the bar, and his cocky and overly confident demeanor leads me to believe that he is the idiot of this little trio. I looked over at him, and saw this his mouth was hanging open and his brown hair was slightly covering his eyes. Even unconscious, he still looked like a goof. He also had a beard, which wasn't as well kept as the smarter one. Looking at his long list of charges, he must be reckless, temperamental, and impulsive. He could even be dangerous if he thought before he acted, which he obviously didn't if he was caught for so many stupid crimes. He was fit, and had scars lining his knuckles, probably making him a good fighter.

"And him?" I said to Fox as I looked up from the screen and stared at the third man.

He was by far the most attractive out of the three. He had dirty blonde hair, that was styled, yet wavy. His jawline was sharp, and his nose was slightly upturned. His lips were full, and surrounded by the stubble of his beard. The man was wearing a white dress shirt, and underneath the soft material, I could see the dark outline of tattoos covering his arms and chest, traveling almost up to his neck and down to his hands. Even while he was unconscious, he still held a deadly demeanor, and had a scowl on his face.

"No record, no files, nothing. It's like he doesn't even exist." Fox said as she tilted her head and grabbed the laptop I was holding out to her. I stood up, and walked over to the attractive man. I bent down to examine his face closer as I tilted my head in curiosity. When his piercing blue eyes met mine in the alleyway, I almost hesitated. Almost, but not quite. He had a scar on his right eye, that traveled from underneath his thick brow to beneath his eye, a similar scar that a rumored assassin has as well. The other two men live in New York, so it could be a possibility...

Noise from beside me took me out of my thoughts. I turned over to look at the goofy man, who was stirring and mumbling something about coffee as a scowl took over his face.

"Wake them up." I ordered to Fox as I stood up and walked back to the table, where Storm was moaning in pain as he folded his deck in defeat. I grabbed a pack of Marlboro's, and hit the box a few times against my palm before taking a cigarette out and lighting it. I placed the pack and the lighter in my pocket before walking over to my seat in front of the men, watching as Fox placed smelling salts in their faces.

One by one, the men came back to consciousness. The smart one quickly looked around at his surroundings, while the idiot started to roughly pull on his restraints while grunting. The attractive one in the middle remained composed, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. I calmly took a long drag of my cigarette, still making eye contact with handsome blonde.

"Seems like you three have been working awfully hard trying to locate me." I said as I took another drag of my cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly.

"Why?" I asked. The men remained silent as they watched me, except for the idiot. His eyes were locked on Rebel. He smirked at her cockily and winked, making Rebel groan in annoyance behind me.

"Can I kill that one first?" Rebel scoffed as she leaned against the table and crossed her arms while nodding at the goofy man.

"Sure." I said nonchalantly as I inhaled the smoke from my cigarette again. Rebel smiled as she quickly walked over to the idiot, who's eyes went wide. She cocked her fist back and was about to throw a punch when the attractive one spoke out.

"We came here to make a business proposition with you." His said, filling the room with his baritone voice. Rebel looked at me, awaiting orders. I stood up and walked towards the handsome man in the middle of the trio.

"And who might you be?" I asked as I looked down at him.

"Il Mietitore." He said calmly as he looked up at me, his face was red from the blood flowing to his head. I heard Fox typing away rapidly on her laptop, most likely searching for his files.

"You got another one of those?" He asked as he nodded at the cigarette in my mouth. Feeling generous, I bent down and took the cigarette from my mouth and held it up to his. He inhaled deeply while staring at me, and blew the smoke to the side. The stubble on his face caresses my fingers, and his tantalizing masculine scent made my heart slightly flutter, a feeling that was rather foreign to me. His face was unreadable as an emotionless expression painted his face.

"I've heard rumors of Il Mietitore." I said as I stared at him. "A ruthless assassin that kills without remorse, and always escapes undetected. Yet here you are, chained by your feet and completely helpless. Do you really expect me to believe that you're the man behind the string of murders happening in the United States?" I asked in disbelief, his face remained hardened as he took another hit of the cigarette, his lips gently grazing against my fingertips.

"My last kill was Oliver Dean. CEO of Dean Enterprises. Killed him on 27th street in his Lexus and cut off his head. The one before that was Miguel Rodriguez. He was a corrupt judge that was working in Washington DC. Killed him in his penthouse on Cherrywood Street and left his body in the backyard by his pool. Look it up." He said calmly as he nodded at Fox. After a few seconds of Fox typing rapidly, she looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and nodded, verifying that what he was saying was correct.

"So what does a notorious assassin want with me?" I asked as I tilted my head in curiosity, pulling my cigarette away from his mouth and bringing it up to mine.

"Like I said, a business proposition." The attractive man said as he continued to look at me. Confidence dripped off his words, and I can tell he was a man that was use to getting what he wanted.

"I'm listening." I said as I took another hit of my cigarette and bit it between my teeth while I continued to bend down so we were face to face.

"We need your help to take over the Italian Mafia." He said seriously, making Storm, Fox, and Rebel chucked slightly behind me.

"Not interested." I said as I stood up and started to walk away. Being involved with anything regarding the Mafia would cause unwanted attention to me and my crew, something I wasn't willing to risk.

"Name your price." He said, making me stop in my tracks and look over his shoulder.

"And what do you think you can possibly offer me that I don't already have?" I said as I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Anything you want. Just name it." He said again, his confidence never faltering.

"I don't dabble in Mafia affairs. Like I said before, I'm not interested." I said as I started to walk away, my footsteps echoing throughout the basement.

"How about a favor." He said in a deep voice after a few moments. I stopped mid-step and turned around to face him.

"A what?" I said as I raised my eyebrow at him.

"A favor. It seems like you and your colleagues here work alone, no? You help us take over the Italian Mafia, and I'll owe you one favor. Anything you want, within reason of course, and you would have the entire Mafia at your disposal." Il Mietitore said, peaking my interest as his friends looked at him with confused expressions on their faces.

"What makes you think you they'll just let you walk in and claim the title of their Don?" I asked as I stared at the man in front of me.

"Because I'm Damon Carbone. The rightful heir to the Italian Mafia." He said seriously, making me raise my eyebrow. Fox was typing away, the sound of her fingers clicking against the keyboard filled the tension ridden air. 

"Damon Carbone was killed five years ago in Geona." She said as she walked over to me with her laptop in hand. I grabbed it and looked at the man on the file. He looked innocent, and had long hair that reached down to this shoulders. Not a single scar or tattoo adorned his body, but I could still see the resemblance to the deadly man in front of me.

"What can I say, I'm a tough motherfucker to kill." He said as he shrugged.

"So if what you're saying is true, why don't you just go back to Italy and claim your position as Don? Why would you need my help?" I asked curiously, my strategic and over analytical mind racing with scenarios on how this could be beneficial to us.

"My cousin, Martino Carbone, challenged me for the title. I was weak back then, and he nearly killed me, and to the world, they thought I was dead. I stayed undercover in New York as Il Mietitore, planning my revenge for five years." He explained. "I need your help to seduce and capture Martino. So I can kill the bastard once and for all and take back my title that was stolen from me." He said as his expression turned into a deadly one as he talked about his past. I stared at him, thinking through my options.

Having the entire Italian Mafia at our disposal could be beneficial... and it could be the only opportunity where we have enough man power to take them down once and for all. To finish what was started so long ago, and destroy the fuckers that have been haunting us. 

"So, do we have a deal?" The attractive man said as he raised his eyebrow at me. Rebel, Storm, and Fox watched me as I took one long drag of my cigarette before I dropped it to the floor and stepped on it. I slowly walked towards this so called Damon, and bent down so we were at eye level again.

"Give me a minute to think about it." I smirked before I connected my fist to his head, knocking him out cold. The other two men started to loudly verbalize their objections before Rebel and Fox knocked them out.

"Ghost, you can't seriously be thinking of helping them, right?" Fox said quickly as she looked at me with a confused expression on her face, anxiety lacing her voice.

"We should not get involved, G. We have no business dealing with the Mafias." Rebel said as she looked at me with a deadly glare. But I knew her well enough to know that behind her intimidating demeanor, was fear.

"It'll put us on their radar. They might find us." Storm said as he stood up from his chair, worry hidden behind his voice.

I felt nothing as I watched my crew get eaten alive by fear and anxiety, and for a moment, I felt slightly uneasy, but that moment passed even quicker than it came. I bent down, and grabbed my messenger bag from underneath the table. I threw it onto the top of the steel table, the playing cards from Storm and Rebel flying off and onto the floor from the impact. They walked closer to me, watching as I dug through my bag and took out my journal and placed it softly on the table, making their eyes wide.

"I took this from the last heist we pulled, and opened it last night." I said as I reached in my bag and pulled out the private vault, placing it firmly on the table. Their eyes fell onto the name adorning the front of it, and they all took a cautious step back as if it was going to explode.

"No." Rebel breathed with wide eyes. "No, no, no." She muttered as she continued to take a few steps backwards.

"What the fuck have you done?! They could be tracking us right now!" Storm yelled as he ran his hand through his hair, Fox was standing next to him, her chest rapidly rising and falling in anxiety.

"We're going to help them take control of the Italian Mafia. This will be our favor from them." I said as I reached for the lid of the box.

"NO! If we help them, it's almost a guarantee that they'll find us!" Storm yelled in frustration and fear as he glared at me.

I ignored Storms outburst, and lifted up the lid of the box, displaying dozens of documents neatly placed inside. I took the stack of papers and threw them onto the table, making the neat pile scatter messily onto the tabletop. Rebel, Storm, and Fox sharply gasped when they saw that the files contained pictures, information, and details of our exact locations and whereabouts over the past three months.

"They've already found us." I said in a deadly tone, as my eyes fell upon a black and white picture of me smoking on the balcony of Safe House 4.