•Francesca•

The red bottom heels on my feet click on the marble tile as I follow my target to a private room.

Dorado Alvarez.

He's a middle aged man with a messy man bun and beady little eyes. The wrinkles around his mouth are visible up close, his breath reeks of alcohol and smoke.

I slip my dress' spaghetti strap off my shoulder, teasing the obese man. Dorado's chapped lips pull up into a sharp smirk.

Gianni Morelli hired me to assassinate him.

The Morelli crime family was one of the most dangerous mafia's in America.

Well second dangerous.

The Valentino family is the first.

My job was to seduce the man then kill him. That's exactly what I'm going to do, minus the sex.

We enter a V.I.P room in the 'Pink Tigress Strip Club.'

His dumb ass thought I was a stripper. He literally came over to me drooling like a hungry dog, as if I was a juicy piece of meat.

Dorado just made my job easier.

I close the velvety pink curtains in the V.I.P room.

Dorado licks his lips and pats his lap.

What a perv.

I sway my hips to an old Britney Spears song. I slide my thin red dress off, revealing my strapless bra.

Dorado's brown hands grab my hips in a firm grip.

His thumbs pressing into the meat of my thighs.

I can't help but laugh like a maniac as I know what I'm going to do next.

I quickly yank my gun off my thigh holster and point it at his head.

I enjoy seeing his brown eyes widen in fear. His face goes pale, and his grip tightens on my hips.

"Nighty night, dog." I whisper and pull the trigger.

A soft click was heard as the bullet slides easily through his thick skull, like butter on bread.

Thanks to the loud music and the silencer on the end of my pistol, the soft click goes unheard.

My perfect manicured hand slides the gun back in my thigh holster and I pull up my dress.

I wasn't worried about people seeing the outline of the pistol through my thin dress.

Everyone is too drunk up in this joint.

Also half the customers were part of some gang.

I take out a hot pink knife from my bra and carve my initials 'FW' in his cheek.

Flesh being ripped with a blade was like music to my ears.

I'm fucked up, I know.

But aren't we all?

I admire the lifeless body before walking away. I can't wait for somebody to find Dorado dead.

"Another job well done." I tell myself as I sit at the Strip Club's bar.

"What can I get you, red?" The bartender winks and trails a finger down the back of my hand.

Tommi Drake was the bartender. He knew what I did. He works for Gianni Morelli and has been trying to get in my pink panties for a while.

"Mojito please." I reply, making sure my Irish accent holds no interest in it.

"Coming right up, babe." He winks once again, making me push my curly red locks of hair back in frustration.

That man does not give up.

He slid the mojito to me but in a styrofoam cup. Tommi knows right after jobs I need to flee, so he puts my drinks in to-go cups.

"Thanks, T." I give him my best attempt of a smile before walking out the Strip Club.

I didn't smile much, so if you see me smile....I'm either going to kill you or become besties with you.

It's the element of surprise.

I walk out to the parking lot just as the valet came cruising with my yellow Porsche 718 Boxster.

I give him a generous tip before climbing in. I pull out the yellow envelope in my glove department, viewing what Gianni Morelli owes me.

$500,000.

Smiling to myself, I think of what to buy next.

Probably another car.......

Or maybe I'll travel alone, exploring tiny Greek islands.

I drive off just as the sun is starting to set. Beautiful hues of pink, red and yellow is painted across the sky.

I pull up to Mr. Morelli's mansion. A guard opens my door and gives me a pat down.

Mr. Morelli meets me at the mansion's double doors.

The mansion was beyond breath taking. My favorite part was the grand gold fish fountain, spilling into a little pond.

Colorful koi fish swam happily, creating little ripples in the water.

"Ah...Francesca. How is my favorite little assassin? Gianni gives me a phony grin.

"The assassination was successful." I cut straight to the chase.

There is no point in small talk.

"Always business, tesoro." Gianni states with frown.

I sigh, losing my patience. "I'm just here for the money, Mr. Morelli."

He rubs his hand over the black stubble on his chin. Gianni nods and beckons me to follow him.

We walk down the long hallway, lavender and lemon Fabuloso cleaner invading my nostrils.

Gianni pushes open double white doors. I walk in and immediately see papers scattered across a huge desk.

Three large, oak bookshelves held thousands of books.

I was drawn to the variety of books. I had to stop myself from stealing certain old books.

Gianni clears his throat interrupting me from my thoughts. He holds up a rather large white envelope.

"Here is your cash, tesoro." A smile makes way on my face as money comes to mind.

I giggle internally, as I imagine myself like a cartoon character; dollar signs appear in my blue eyes.

I'm Mr. Krabs 2.0.

I take the envelope out his hands and mutter a thanks.

I start walking out but his words stop me.

"Francesca, I'll pay you ten million if you take another person down."

I twirl back around, my red hair swooshing behind me like flames.

"Who?" I bite my lip and slouch on the red leather couch, in front of his desk.

"Have you heard of the famous Italian Don, Vincenzo Valentino?"

Of course I have. Who hasn't? Vincenzo was known for being a ruthless, heartless, scary son of a bitch.

The Valentino family is the most deadliest and wealthiest Italian crime family.

I let out a shaky breath as I think of going against theses people.

Me trying to assassinate Vincenzo would be like attacking a group of highly trained soldier's.

One against a whole ass mob.

I don't like my chances.

"That would be impossible, Mr. Morelli. I'm sure even your whole mob wouldn't be successful." I shake my head and start to stand up.

"Wait!" Gianni hops over his desk to push me back in the chair. I'm about to give him a piece of my mind but he starts chattering.

"I have a undercover guy feeding me info. Mr. Valentino will be visiting a yearly Mafia ball."

Gianni shuffles through his messy desk before pulling out a colorful paper. He hands it to me with a hoping smile.

"The Mafia ball is called, "Pistole e Sangue."

"Guns and blood? Who came up with that horrible name?" I translate the Italian words with a scoff.

"Focus, Francesca."

"Anyways the ball has a set of rules. One of those dandy rules states only a Don or Capo and their date may come. Also no weapons are allowed." He adds the last part with a smirk.

Great, I would have to use combat.

Maybe it would not be so awful. If nobody is there to back him up in a hand/foot combat, I might make it out alive.

"Okay I'll do it!" I stand up and offer a hand to Gianni.

He shakes my hand confirming our deal.

Mama's going to be rich!

I wonder if I should buy a tiger? Or no, a bear!

"Wait!" I exclaim. "How will I get in? I'm not a Mafia boss. And I don't work for one either."

"On the paper, stapled to the back is an invitation to the ball. You will go in my absence. Just tell everyone I was at a cousin's funeral." He shrugs and hands me another envelope.

"You'll say you work for me as my Capo. Also all the information about Vincenzo Valentino is right in there." Gianni points to the envelope.

"Goody. Wish me luck." I wave a goodbye before walking out the mansion.

I have no idea how I am going to pull this off. I hope Vincenzo doesn't pull a reverse Uno card and ends up killing me.