Enchanting the Mafia Don

Athena

The FBI was a rather busy place. With the legalization of guns, drug trafficking, and a lot of other shit that made the world a terrible place, they had their hands full. It was easy then, for me to slip through their crowd of agents unnoticed. I walked into the headquarters, dressed in black pants and a blue shirt that half the agents present wore. A few nods here and there would make it seem like I belonged there- and maybe I did.

I caught my reflection on one of the glass windows of a unit. My caramel brown hair was tied into a strict ponytail, leaving my green eyes to pop out. I narrowed my eyes and pressed my full lips into a thin line.

Maybe I didn't fit in there at all.

"You in?" Frederick's raspy voice reached my ears through the earpiece stuck in it, breaking my reverie.

"What do you think?" I asked, climbing down a set of stairs into the basement. "Last I checked this earpiece thingy doesn't work if I am not in the vicinity, Freddy,"

"Cheeky as always, kiddo," He grunted. "Get your ass in here quickly."

"Well you sound excited," I mumbled, approaching a steel door that was bolted shut. Right on it was a facial detector and a fingerprint machine.

With an impatient sigh, I placed my finger and face in the detecting range. "This new job better be exciting."

The door opened after a beep, revealing a unit of the FBI that only a selected few knew about. The Undercover Ops. Behind the doors were cyber geniuses and several specialists in all the fields of crime, a fucking mine of information. And at the center of it, all was Frederick Gonzalez, my foster father.

"Huzzah!" Someone yelled as I walked in. "The goddess herself has arrived!"

"Shut up Cole-" I snapped and would have continued if my voice didn't drown in the sea of my colleagues as they hooted and hollered.

My face flamed up slightly but I kept the glare stuck on my face. "Do you all not have something better to do?!"

"Ah come on Athena," Cole teased, approaching me. "Don't be such a downer. Give yourself some credit. Woman, you single-handedly infiltrated Eduardo's Casita and exposed his ass to the breeze!"

"I did it all with your help," I mumbled, stepping away from him.

"Of course, modest as always!" He yelled, clapping his hands. The crowd joined him and I closed my eyes pushing through them, ignoring their smiles and muttered words. I had simply done my job.

Nothing more, nothing less.

"That was quite the reception," Frederick teased when I eventually managed to enter his office. His glass walls made it easy for him to see everyone and for everyone to see him. His brown eyes were filled with mirth as he gestured to the seat before him.

"I'd rather stand," I sniffed, folding my hands. "I don't like being here for too long. Makes me feel fucking naked."

He chuckled and nodded. I followed the movement of his salt and pepper hair as he slid a file across the desk. "Here's your next target,"

"Who is he?" I asked, picking up the file. Frederick simply shrugged and gestured for me to open it.

I frowned, my eyes narrowed into slits as I looked up at him and then back at the opened file in my hands. The name, Luciano Moretti, glared at me. "No fucking way. I'll kill him and you know that!"

"No you won't," Frederick deadpanned.

"I'll fucking kill him!" I screamed, tossing the file on his desk. "You know how bad I want to kill him. How much I want to see him suffer. You can't give me this assignment and not expect it to get compromised. I hate him, Frederick! I hate him so much I have spent the past two years thinking about stabbing his fucking eyes out!"

Frederick winced and dragged a hand down his face. "That's gory, Thena."

I slapped a hand down his table, staring him deep in the eyes. "You can't send me there- unless you want me to kill him, you can't send me there!"

"I thought you wanted revenge, Athena," Frederick said, cocking his head to the side as his warm eyes regarded him. "I guess I was wrong."

He was baiting me. I knew it. He knew that I knew it, but did it anyway. We glared at each other for a while before I sniffed and sat down on the chair he had provided earlier.

"What are the details?" I asked. "And wipe that smirk off your face!"

****

"Miss Raven Gonzalez?" A woman with skin so pale, called out.

I put up my hands, keeping a small smile on my face, and rose to my feet. "Here,"

I was in the rather large reception room of the headquarters of the great Moretti Industries. My target sat fourteen floors above us, probably sipping on the blood of the many people he had killed.

The blood of my father included.

"Bastard," I muttered, clenching my fists tightly.

"What was that Miss Gonzalez?" The fair woman asked as I approached her.

"Ah nothing," I choked out, unclenching my fists and forcing a sweet smile onto my face.

Damn it. I shouldn't have broken character. Today, I wasn't Athena Henderson. I wasn't a girl on a mission to avenge her father's death. I was Raven Gonzalez. Some random sweet girl from the suburbs- and I had to act the part.

"Come with me then. Mr. Moretti has scheduled your interview to last the next thirty minutes before his next meeting. And he does not like to be kept waiting." She said, directing me towards the elevator.

My brows furrowed. "Interview? I was referred by his last PA and was already reviewed by his team. Why is there another interview?"

She shrugged. "Mr. Moretti likes to be thorough,"

Of course, he does. He was so thorough that seven years ago, he left my father dead in our living room. I would never forget that day. I would never forget coming home from school to see my father white and bleeding, stabbed severally, and branded with an M insignia on his chest.

The Mafia Insignia.

Luciano Moretti, the mafia lord, killed my father. It was only fair that I ended him as well. Subconsciously I touched the hairpin that held my hair up in a bun. Embedded in it was a little knife. Good, I nodded. If for a minute, he suspects me, I'd end him swiftly.

The elevator pinged open and we stepped out into the hallway. At the end of it was an office so large, it took up the width of the entire floor. Blood pumped wildly in my veins with each step we took. An interview meant it would be just us. Just the two of us. I could drive a knife up his gut and get the hell out. After all my years of plotting and coming up with the perfect revenge scheme, I could end it all.

The secretary motioned for me to wait outside and pushed the door to the office open.

"Mr. Moretti? The new PA is here." I heard her report.

This was it.

"Let her in," A deep voice with a rather silvery tone to it, spoke up.

My heart thumped faster and I stepped back to calm my raging nerves. I couldn't kill him. Not until I got the information Frederick needed. The FBI knew with certainty that Luciano was the Lord of the Italian Mafia that has plagued New York for many years, but they had no solid proof. And until I got that proof, my dreams of killing him would have to be pushed aside.

Afterward, I assured myself, Afterwards, I would end him.

"You can go in now, Miss Raven." The secretary said and stepped aside.

Taking in deep breaths, I smoothened my dress and walked into the lion's den, a bright smile on my face.

Luciano Moretti sat behind his desk, the epitome of a brooding dark man. I had seen his pictures before. Heck, I had even tailed him on some days when all I could think about was killing him. But all of that barely prepared me to meet him face to face.

He was a large, intimidating man. Dressed in a suit that clung to his bulky frame, his eyes were a dark coffee brown that bored intensely into my skin. His hair, black as midnight, was slicked backward with gel and arranged in fine rows. He had a square jaw that ticked with each passing minute as if he was angry at something but the overall expression on his face was... blank.

I had to give it to him, he was dashingly handsome, and perhaps if we were in a different world where he wasn't a mafia lord and didn't kill my father, I would have melted like fucking butter before him.

"Miss Gonzalez?" He said, clasping his hands together.

"Yes sir," I gritted, keeping the smile on my face as wide as possible.

"Let us begin."

Athena

Sure thing, Bastard.

Holding his steely gaze, I plopped my ass on the chair before him. My nerves tingle, itching with an impulsive desire to use my hairpin. He was simply a few meters across. All it would take was one swipe at his carotid artery and he was gone.

My eyes drifted down to his bulging bicep stretching the Italian suit he wore and mentally shook my head. He was the Lord of the mafia for goodness sake. I doubted he would be that easy to kill. Besides, he was wary of me at the moment. He might hide behind a blank face, but personally interviewing me showed that he wanted to assess my reactions. He wanted to know who he was dealing with.

"Mrs. Emile Mourinho referred you," He spoke, fishing out a file from the numerous that occupied his table. "She says you're capable enough to handle being my assistant."

"Yes Mr. Moretti," I said with a grin. "I had my MBA in Brunswick. Though it's such a less prominent place, I have worked with professors who have the tightest schedules and successfully managed them."

For a minute he said nothing, staring at me in a way that both unnerved and irritated me. "I have a way busier schedule than your professors, Miss Gonzalez. Are you-" his eyes fell somewhere below my neck and my face reddened. "-sure you are up to the task?"

I smiled wider as if it would help. But smiling was all part of Raven Gonzalez's character. "Would you like to test me, sir?"

Luciano made a funny sound low in his throat as if he found my answer rather amusing and continued reading through my file. He snapped it shut after a while and pushed it aside. My heart jumped to my throat at the movement. If he thought I was an undercover agent, if he suspected me at all, one of us would not leave this place alive.

"Can you work under pressure, Gonzalez?" He questioned and I relaxed slightly. At least he wasn't doubting my file anymore.

"I believe I can," I replied.

"You'll do more than simply manage my schedule, you do realize that, don't you? You will make sure that my day runs as smoothly as possible without kinks. You will handle conversations with potential investors, clients, customers, and widely renowned folks. You will always be present, whenever I need you, no matter what time of the day or if it's a weekend." He explained in one breath and leaned forward. "And so I ask again, Raven Gonzalez. Are you up for this task?"

You have no idea. I wanted to say. You have no fucking idea how up for this task I am. Instead, I dimmed my smile a little because it had to look creepy with me smiling all the time. Schooling my expression to look innocent, I stared at him with wide eyes and asked. "Anywhere and anytime, Mr. Moretti?"

His brows furrowed and he leaned back. "Yes. I understand if you can't-"

"I am available sir," I said, cheerily. "I'll always be available for you."

Until you're dead, I thought snidely. I just needed to secure the job as his PA first. Afterward, phase two of the plan would commence.

Seducing the mafia Lord.

****

"Here's your office," Luciano announced, pushing aside a screen door attached to one of the walls in his office.

The sizable office was adjoined to his. It held a deep brown desk and on it were a landline phone, a laptop, and a stack of documents.

"Oh my," I whispered as I stepped in. "I love it."

The man behind me simply grunted and walked back to his seat. "Get yourself familiar with the files on your desk. Emile left a weekly schedule, go through it as well."

Nodding at him, I closed the screen door and assessed my surroundings. The upper half of the screen door was made of glass, which meant he could easily watch me from his office.

As I settled on the chair, I noticed a small black object in the farthest corner of the wall. A camera. A small smile played on my lips. I suppose that was normal. He was a cruel man and was bound to have a lot of enemies. All that meant was that I needed to convince him I was not a threat. At least not physically.

I brushed my hairpin lightly as if reassuring myself that I always had my last resort if things went haywire. I had been holding back because I had sworn to Frederick that I wouldn't kill the bastard until I'd gotten the information he needed. But if my cover gets blown, I would gut Luciano to pieces.

I whipped out my mobile phone, opened my Instagram, and posted the statue of liberty. Frederick would get the signal that I had successfully gotten in.

Picking a file, I began studying it. If I wanted to stick around long enough to achieve my goals, I had to be efficient at my job and efficient at handling him as well. I had almost gone through all the files when the land phone rang.

"Miss Gonzalez," Luciano's deep voice filtered through the receiver and I glanced back at the screen door.

Just as I had suspected, it was soundproof.

"Yes, Mr. Moretti?" I asked, sweetly.

"I have a guest now. Cancel all my meetings till two pm." He explained and curiously I glanced at the screen door again. I could see him seated at his desk. But I couldn't see his guest.

"Two pm?" A foreign female voice purred. "We're going to need more time Lulu,"

Of course, I thought dryly. Exactly as we had suspected, Luciano liked women. Like was a fucking understatement. To the outside world, he was the epitome of perfection. A billionaire and a no-nonsense one at that. But after tailing him for years, it was easy to figure out what Luciano did right under the noses of the masses. He loved pleasure. And he found it in the arms of women. Constantly.

The giggling woman at the other end was most likely his flavor of the month.

"Two pm, Gonzalez," he deadpanned.

"Got it, Mr. Moretti," I replied promptly but the pompous idiot had dropped the call.

Since I couldn't hear a thing from his office, I waited for twenty minutes before peering into his office. He was gone. Along with the woman. I glanced at my watch and nodded. I had four hours until he was back. I needed to act fast.

Dragging a chair to the end of my office, I climbed it and placed a tapping device on the camera. That way, a group of cyber geniuses from the Undercover Ops, situated nearby could manipulate it. Slipping into his office, I sifted through all possible locations where he could hide a camera and tapped them all. Satisfied with my work, I cracked my knuckles and moved back to my office.

Uploading another picture of the statue of liberty to alert Frederick that I had tapped his cameras so they could connect it to my phone, I continued going through the files.

A few minutes past two, Luciano walked into the office. I watched him through my phone. To anyone else, he looked the same as he had in the morning. But I hadn't spent years in the FBI just so I could be easily fooled by a rather cheap trick. The suit he wore was a different black suit from the one he had worn in the morning. His hair shone with reapplied gel, the layers weren't done as evenly as it was in the morning, however.

It was time to commence phase two. Seducing a man like him ought to be very easy.

Athena

I checked my makeup once again in the rearview mirror of the Audi I sat in, a queasy feeling nestled in my belly. I was so anxious, it was fucking ridiculous. I had taken down powerful men by infiltrating their very lives. I had fought gangs and bad guys ever since I was taken in by Frederick at sixteen. I could fight my way through booby traps, through deathly lasers, through a fucking prison gate, and yet... Yet I was anxious.

Perhaps there were enough reasons for me to be. I wore a dress I had sworn I would never get caught in. A cream-colored body con. It clung to me like a second skin and while I admit that I looked amazing in it, I wasn't comfortable strutting through the building like that. Especially with the rather open neckline. Heck, I could see the mounds of my breasts propped against each other like two hills.

I wasn't sure what to expect. I knew Luciano liked his women bold, willing, and pliant. However, considering this was my second day as his PA, coming on to him boldly was most likely not the best choice.

"Ah crap! Seduction shouldn't be this fucking complicated now should it?"

What the hell was I going to do? Rub his arm? Blow him a kiss? Or just go all crazy and run into his arms like a crappy whore.

"Gah!" I groaned, slamming my hand on the steering wheel in frustration. Touching him was the last thing I wanted. What I wanted was him dead. I shouldn't be here trying to ferret out information by selling out my boobs. They were a nice pair and I'd rather keep them.

My phone beeped with an alarm. It was seven thirty in the morning, the streets were packed with people briskly walking to their place of work. I glanced at the large building before me. Moretti Industries. My enemy was most likely on his way now, walking with his nose in the air as if he was the most innocent man on the fucking planet. My hands fisted around the wheel in anger and I let out another haunting groan.

Taking deep breaths I grabbed the device and dialed Frederick's number.

"Kiddo?" His fatherly voice calmed me and I sighed.

"Remind me why I'm doing this again, Please," I whispered.

Frederick sighed. "Relax Thena. Breathe. You don't have to do this-"

"Too fucking late," I snapped. "There's no backing down now. I'm already stuck in this."

"You don't have to be stuck," he replied and I sure as hell could see him smile. "Just remember, if you kill him, Thena, his legacy lives on. His people will carry on his plans and desires and you will never be at peace as long as that insignia lives on. The proof that he is the mafia, just that Thena. Find it and then you can do whatever the hell you want to him."

I sniffed, closing my eyes. "You promise?"

"With my life," He said, then cleared his throat. "Now come on, I didn't raise a fucking wimp now did I?"

I chuckled at his words and nodded. "No. You didn't. And besides, I owe you this anyway. If you hadn't taken me in, I wouldn't have had this chance to take my revenge. I wouldn't have found my father's killer."

Frederick laughed. "You owe me nothing, kiddo. Take care now."

When the call ended, I locked the device in a secret compartment behind the steering wheel and grabbed another phone. If anyone laid their hands on the one in my hands, there was nothing on it to connect me to the FBI or Frederick. Stepping out of my car, I breathed in the clean cool air that whipped lightly against my loose hair.

"Let's get this over with."

****

"Gentlemen? Let us begin," Luciano announced.

We were in the boardroom on the tenth floor, meeting with the marketing team. Luciano sat at the head of the table, presiding over all affairs while the rest of the marketing team, about six of them, sat on either side of the table.

I stood beside Luciano, clutching a set of documents that the bastard had made me print, my face red from the stares I got from the men on the marketing team. They were ogling my chest! I mean I had worn it for that purpose, but only for Luciano to notice.

If the jackass did, he wasn't showing it. For the past three hours, I've had to deal with the bored look on his face as he ordered me to run his errands. Glancing down at my chest, I frowned. Was I not showing enough cleavage? It couldn't be that he didn't like the dress. One of his flings had worn it a few months ago.

"Miss Gonzalez?!" His bellow jolted me out of my thoughts and I looked down at him, surprised and annoyed as hell with myself. The blank look on his face was gone, replaced by anger. He couldn't decide what to do with me. "If you're done daydreaming, distribute the documents!"

"Yes sir," I smiled sweetly despite the anger simmering within me as well and distributed the documents. When I dropped one before him, my breasts pressed firmly against his arm. I listened in, for something. A sudden intake of breath, a glance, an awkward clearing of throat, anything. I got nothing.

Nothing at all.

Stepping back I whipped out a pen and notebook. Feeling oddly humiliated, I reviewed my actions as the meeting went on. Was I doing something wrong? It could not be that I wasn't attractive enough, now could it? I looked at the men on the marketing team. They could barely concentrate on the sheets in front of them. I felt their gazes every time they looked at me.

So why on earth was Luciano not moved?!

"Miss Gonzalez, are you taking notes? Please tell me you simply did not come here as an accessory." Luciano spat suddenly, glaring at me with blazing eyes.

"Of course I am," I lied, clutching the pen in my hand tighter. It wasn't much of a weapon, but if I stuck it in his stupid eyes, I could distract him long enough to reach for the hair clip in my clutch.

No no, Athena. You cannot kill him yet. Breathe, Breathe.

The meeting lasted all of two hours as planned and I couldn't be more grateful. Heels had to be the most uncomfortable shoes on earth! How I had managed to stand for two fucking hours without crumbling to pieces was beyond me.

"When is my next meeting?" He asked as we stepped into the elevator.

I pursed my lips, swiping through his schedule. "You have lunch with Mr. Caldwell in the next thirty minutes at Fountain restaurant. You're to discuss with him his recent investment in the bottle industry." I explained in the most cheery voice I could muster.

He nodded slowly. "Inform the security team of this. Marcus will drive me."

"Sure thing, sir," As I made the call, something dropped into my mind. Why would he need to meet with Mr. Caldwell if the man had already invested in his bottle industry? And if it's just lunch, why contact the security team?

The elevator pinged open. I remained in it as Luciano stepped out. He arched his brow and I smiled sheepishly.

"I need to get something to eat, Mr. Moretti,"

For a minute he stared broodingly at me then walked away. Slamming my hand on the first floor, I felt my heart pound wildly as the elevator slid down. I had to confirm who Mr. Caldwell was and why Marcus was chosen to drive Luciano. There was more to it. I could feel it rattling in my bones.