Acaia

          It had been a few days since an alliance was formed between our mafia and the Spanish and today was my first of many mission's to take down Benjamin and his mafia.

         My target was Benjamin's first born, Jameson. He was known to be the easiest target out of all four of his siblings.

          At the sound of three knocks on my door, I looked up from my computer. "Come in!" I shouted. Belle entered the room with two small peace's of material in her hands.

          "Your not gonna like this, Cai." My eyebrows furrowed as I closed my laptop. I watched as Belle anxiously sat on the bed. As she held them up, I realised it was two awfully small dress. "Who's dresses are they?" I asked.

          "Yours." She responded. I stared in horror at the dresses. No way would either of them fit me, they was at least two sizes to small. But I knew, if this mission was going to work, I had to make the dresses work. And plus, if I tried to put up an argument about it with my father, he would probably call of the alliance we have with the Spanish just to be petty. I sighed, taking them both out of her hands.

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         Surprisingly, the dresses were very stretchy. Thought it didn't mean I wasn't a movement away from flashing the world.

          "You look fucking amazing, Cai." Belle complimented as she span my round to face the mirror. A small smile formed on my face. It was a basic black dress, but with a cowl neck, revealing my boobs and the top of my stomach. It was armless and backless, which meant my back tattoo was on show. It was a basic but pretty tattoo, just a small quote starting in between my shoulder blades and ending just above my butt.

          I moved away from the mirror as I entered the bathroom to finish my makeup.

          "I'll be waiting here for you when your get back." Belle shouted from my bedroom as my
eyebrow's furrowed. I applied my red lipstick before leaving the bathroom, looking at her.

          "Your not coming with me?" I asked, confused. Usually with all my missions Belle and Nikolai would come with me — along with backup.

          "Your dad said that Ronan would be dealing with all the missions and that me and Nik weren't allowed to go with you anymore unless we was informed too. In other words, your doing all your missions with him now." I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

          "Course I didn't get told that." I grumbled as I heard a knock on my door. I opened it, being met with one of the servants. "Mr Alonso is here you pick you up, ma'am."

          "Okay, thank you." I sent the servant a small smile before walking over to my bed, grabbing my phone.

          "I will see you later, love you." I spoke towards Belle, who was snuggled up in my bed. "Love you too." She responded as I left the room.

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          As I ascended down the stairs, I spotted my father conversing with Ronan. At the sound of my heels clicking, they looked up at me. I noticed a hitch in Ronan's throat as he looked away.

           "This is him. You don't have to kill him. Find a way to get him to his hotel room and Ronan and his men will be there to deal with the rest." I hummed in response, knowing what he meant by 'find a way to get him to his hotel'. He handed me a picture as I stared at it.

          It was a picture of Jameson. He was blonde, with bright blue eyes and a bright smile. He was beautiful. It was a shame he was related to a man like Benjamin.

          I handed the picture back over to my father. "Let's get this over with." I mumbled, leaving the house.

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          As we pulled up to the club, Ronan looked over towards me. "The minute you get to the hotel room, press the button on your ear piece. We'll be watching either way." He voiced, handing me the ear piece. I put it on before getting out the car.

          "Be safe, Acaia." I humbled in response as I closed the door. I hated how nice it sounded hearing my name roll off of his tongue.

          My eyes scanned over the queue filled of young adults — some even younger than me. I walked past the queue and up to the bouncer, who let me in with ease. I didn't know who he was, but I knew he was one of my fathers men.

          He owned this club under a fake name. Jameson was stupid going to clubs that his father didn't own — especially when the Americans are on the brink of war.

          I repositioned my hair, making sure it covered my ear so my ear piece wasn't visible. I walked over to the bar, sitting on one of the free stools.

          The bartender came over to me, flinging his hand towel over his shoulder. "What would you like?" The man questioned. "Can I have a vodka coke please." The man nodded, walking away to pour it.

          I took this as my chance to look for Jameson as I looked over my shoulder, scanning through the wave of drunk people dancing. I knew he wouldn't be there.

          My eyes travelled up to the balcony where all the business happened. After a few moments, I made eye contact with him. I smirked slightly, putting on a front that I was interested in me.

          I watched as he leaned over to a man, who I guessed was one of his guards, whispering to him. The man's eyes flickered over to me for a split second before he nodded, leaving Jameson's side.

          I span back round, smiling to myself as I noticed my drinks as now infront of them. I took a long sip before speaking into my ear piece. "I have my eyes on the target. I think one of his men are coming down to bring me up to him." My voice was low as I made sure no one around me could hear.

          "Careful, he has guards everywhere." Ronan responded. As I felt a tap on mt shoulder, I looked over my shoulder, being met with the man from the balcony area. "Mr Boyd would like to see you." I hummed in response, grabbing my drink.

          As we ascended up the stairs and walked mast the other VIP areas, noticing there was women dancing on the poles. Jameson smirked at me as I entered his private area. There was no women dancing in this one, it seemed as though he had just got here.

          I sat beside him as he immediately threw his arm around me. I began making small talk, as did he.

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          After almost an hour of small talk, I was starting to get tired and bored. He had said a few sexual remarks, so the next time he said something, I decided to use it against him.

         "You really don't want to know the things I would do to you." He mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear.

          A smirk formed on my face m. "Oh trust me, I do." I shot back. He raised his eyebrows in question, before mirroring the look on my face.

          "I'm staying at a hotel just a few minutes away, would you like to accompany me?" He asked as I nodded. He whispered something to his guards before beckoning for me to follow after him as we left the club.

          "Come, we can take my car." I shook my head. "You've drank to much, let's just walk." He hesitated for a moment, before humming in responses. I wrapped my arm around my body, in attempt to shield my practically naked body from the cold.

          The walk was short and awkward, but it seemed the moment we entered the room, he changed.

          He pinned me against the wall, connecting our lips. The moment, he did, our teeth clashed and I couldn't help but cringe. His hands travelled down to my waist as I fumbled to pull my knife out of my holster.

           The moment I did, I opened one eye as I stabbed him in the thigh, making him stumble to the floor.

           "What the fuck!" He screamed, gripping his bloody thigh. Suddenly, Ronan and his men bursted through the door. Ronan immediately came to my side, throwing his suit jacket over my shoulders so I wasn't so exposed.

          "You okay?" He asked. I hummed in response, watching as Jameson put up a fight as Ronan's men dragged him out of the room.

           Not another word was spoke as we left through the back way of the hotel — so we wouldn't draw attention to the fact we was dragging a man who was stabbed through the hotel. Ronan's men threw Jameson into the back of a black van as they climbed into the front.

          I couldn't help but feel some sort of remorse for him. He seemed like a nice enough boy, he was young as well. Maybe 21 at most. He couldn't help who his dad was. I also knew that after they had got all the information out of him, then they would probably kill him.

          "Acaia." Ronan spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked over my shoulder, noticing he had opened the passenger door for me to get in. I looked forward again for a moment, realising the van I was once staring at was now long gone.

          I turned back round, getting into his car. "Thank you." I mumbled as he closed the door before getting into the drivers side.

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          The drive home was quiet. It wasn't a comfortable silence though it wasn't awkward, it was more tense.

          I couldn't help but wonder if he knew who I was. Did he remember me from all of those years ago? Did he remember what happened between us?

          Or even more to the point, did he have anything to do with my mothers death? I mean, it was weird that he just disappeared within seconds after the shot was fired.

          I opened my mouth a few times to ask him if he remembered me, but I didn't bother. If he acted as if he didn't know me, I'll act like I never knew him.

           My eyes trailed over to him. His jaw ticked every so often. I was convinced that jaw line of his could do some real damage. It was sharp like a knife. His hair and eyes were my favourite thing about him, even after all of these years, I never forgot those two things about him. My eyes travelled down to his body. He had his black dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tanned veiny hands and arms. He had a few tattoos littered across them. My lips parted ever so slightly in shock as I spotted a semi-colon.

          Before I think into it anymore, he spoke. "It's rude to stare."

           "Don't flatter yourself." I shot back, acting as though I had never even looked at him in the first place as I averted my eyes out of the window, ignoring his deep chuckle that came after my words.

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I was going to split this
chapter up into 2 parts
but i was feeling nice

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