She's an Assassin; Falling for the Enemy

Marco De Luca woke up from sleep and looked around him, he sighed disappointedly went he saw the two ladies that laid naked beside him. He was already growing annoyed at the sight of their porcelain bodies lying peacefully beside him. Yes, the sex was good but he needed them out of his penthouse immediately, so he rudely shook them awake. They grumbled as they woke up and started touching his shoulders, thighs and any other parts of him their sluggish hands could reach, thinking he was waking them up for another bout of sex.

"Get out of here immediately", he growled and stood up from the bed and went to the bedstand, he pulled out a gun from the drawer and showed the ladies.

"I am going to go and take a shower; I don't want to come and meet either of you here or else..." he paused and waved the weapon in from of the scared ladies who were suddenly widely awake and bundled together. The sight made him chuckle slightly. "The good news though is, I don't take so long in the bathroom. Ten minutes at most and I am out, that should give you ample time to get dressed and get the fuck out".

He said and walked away into the adjoining bathroom, waving the gun as he went to make sure the women understood that he really meant what he said. He heard them grumble, then curse him silently before the scurried around to get dressed. Few minutes under the shower and he heard the door slam shut to indicate that the sluts he brought had left and he suddenly felt a lot much better.

He came out of the shower and dressed in a black dress-shirt and black pant trouser which complimented his dark aura. His long dark brown hair was packed into a short ponytail and that gave him a serious but sexy look. He heard his phone ring and picked it from where he had charged it overnight and read the caller ID; Padre (father).

"Father...", he answered the call with respect as he walked out of the penthouse and made his war to his sport car. He checked the time on his watch, it was 7:43. He was glad that he would be punctual as usual to the gang meeting, he hated lateness.

"Where are you son?" his father asked from the other side of the phone.

"I am on my way home. I should arrive before ten minutes elapses if all goes as planned", he said as he got into the car, turned on his ignition and connected the call to the car's Bluetooth.

"Magnifico. Call your brother and remind him that tardiness would be highly frown upon", his father said and ended the call immediately. Marco frowned and the thought of his immediate younger brother, Rafael. At age 26, he was still acting like a teenager and misbehaving around. What was more annoying was the fact that he had to always clean up after his brother and that was starting to get tiring, but his father would always drum into his ear "la famiglia é tutto ealla fine della giornata, hai solo la famiglia al tuo angolo" (family is everything and at the end of the day, you only have family at your corner).

At this point, he was very sure he was down for punching this particular family into that corner and make sure he never steps a foot out again but he sighed and resigned to calling his brother. The caller ID showed Fratellino (little brother) and a couple of rings later, the call was answered.

"Let me guess, you forgot today's meeting Rafael, didn't you?" Marco growled at a half-sleepy Rafael who suddenly jolted fully awake.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!", Rafael said in frustration and Luca could hear him scramble around, he pulled the gear to drive and tilted into the road and immediately cut the call on a confused Rafael.

Few minutes later and he pulled up to the front of the Marco's house and home to the La Corona Nera mafia group. He packed the car and handed the key to one of the valets as he walked into the meeting room, completely ignoring the greetings made by the scared maids. He saw his father and his uncle who also doubled as the consigliere of the group, they were the only ones there.

"Welcome my boy", his father said with a smile while his uncle acknowledged him with a nodded, but he felt uncomfortable immediately at the warmness he was receiving from them. They must be a reason for this and he was sure that they were conniving something in regards to him, he just did not know if it was something he had to be worried about.

"Father, uncle", he replied the greetings with a bow.

"Sit down", his father gestured to a seat beside him and he sat down but gave them a calculative look. "There is something of utmost importance I have to discuss with you before the others arrive"

"I'm listening father".

"I am getting too old for this, I want to resign and I am passing on the clan to you. You will be their new leader, their Capo."

"Father, what do you mean you are too old? You are still as active as ever"

"I know my body and bones and I know it is time for me to take a step back. I know the gang in your hands is safe and would probably be better than it is now. But you would need help, that takes me to the next topic of discussion"

His father and uncle shared a look he was not so sure he was comfortable with, especially with the new news that he had just received. "What is it father?"

"Your uncle and I have had an extensive discussion and we have deemed it fit for Sophia his daughter, to be your betrothed."

"What?" he asked, getting up to his feet in utter confusion. "That is completely absurd"

"Except you can find a woman and get married to her in four months' time, Sophia is to marry you four months after your coronation as Capofamaliglia and that is final.

Before Marca could protest, people had started filing in for the meeting and that was the end of that conversation until probably after this meeting, Marco sat in silence and annoyance throughout the whole meeting session. He could not wait to leave the room and take his car out for a spin to clear his head.

"I heard you are the best assassin in the whole of Boston and with this results you have shown, I no longer have a doubt"

"As long as the pay is good, the job is going to be worth it. It is my policy", Bianca replied as she pushed a stray hair away from her face to the back of her ears.

The man that hired her had a grin on her face that she didn't like but for the amount of money he had paid for the past two jobs, she stomached the disgust she felt. It was not that the man was ugly, on the contrary, he was actually outer worldly handsome with his very enrapturing green eyes. What she was not comfortable with was his aura, it was deadly...a bit too deadly for her taste.

"Perfect!", he exclaimed as he leaned back on his seat. "I have a new job for you."

"I am sorry to decline. That was my last job for you." She turned around and started walking away.

"I will pay you $400,000,000 to do this particular job", his voice dripped of pure hate that made Alesaa's blood curl*. Why would anyone pay so much to have someone killed?

"Make it $800,000,000 and I will do the job", she replied, turning back to face him and mentally telling herself it was going to be her last job with him. Cynical or not, she was not going to pass up that amount of money because of some weird feeling.

"Deal. But the job has to be completed first before you get the pay."

"What exactly is this job?" she asked and a cruel smirk creeped its way onto the man's face.

"You are to kill a man named Marco De Luca."

Alessa woke up from sleep very early the next day and quickly rushed to the bathroom to get dressed and start the day, she had a new job and she had to prep herself on everything relating to this new target named Marco De Luca.The name sound oddly familiar but she waved it aside because the names are also popular names. Few minutes later and she was out of the bathroom and fully dressed with her hair packed up in a messy bun. She picked up her phone and made a phone call, the person on the other end picked up on the second ring.

"Any information on the person I sent to you yesterday?" she asked as she sat down at her in-built work station and propped open her laptop. She went ahead and type in the name 'Marco de Luca ' on goggle while listening attentively to what the other person was saying.

"I have not seen half of that information you just said on the internet, this man is doing a really good job of staying hidden. Send all the information you have on him to my work email."

She ended the call and went through the watered-down information of Marco that was available on the internet. All she could gather was that this man was really wealthy, highly influential and a narcissistic whore who leaves a trail of heart-broken women in his wake.

"Disgusting pig", she sighed before opening the new message that popped up on her screen, her informant had dropped something for her and she wasted no time to go to her mailbox. She opened the attachment and was surprised yet completely appreciative of how detailed the information there was. Apparently, Marco De Luca was multi-billionaire who owned enterprises and conglomerates all over New York and the world at large. He was a very important man and what caught the attention of Alessa was that he was a mafia...actually, he was the mafia leader as of yesterday when his father openly declared his resignation from the leadership position and announced him as the new leader. This had caused an uproar in the world of the underground because Luca was known for his ruthlessness. No wonder her hirer was willing to pay such huge amount of money to kill him, he really was worth all the fuse.

She stared at her screen, carefully studying the picture of Marco De Luca shown there, his tone, honey brownish skin spoke loudly about his Italian roots. His hair was packed into a ponytail, giving his symmetrical face a sturdy look that scream 'serious but sexy'. She felt a pang of sadness that she would have to remove such a handsome person from the face of the world very soon.

"Hopefully he has a kid or two somewhere that he had passed along these beautiful genes", she grumbled to herself as she scrolled down on her laptop and to find to her dismay that he was single and childless but console herself in the thought that she wasn't making a fellow woman a widow at an early age.

She studied the places he visits regularly but there was no particular routine which she could trail him with, so she decided to go to his most frequented bar, a place called Opal bar. But first, she would have to pack some of her stuff and lodge in one of his biggest and most frequented hostels with the hope that luck would shine on her side and she would bump into him at one of these places.

With a working plan in place, she quickly stood up, packed a small traveling bag with her clothes, some painkillers and emergency stitching kits, some money, her laptop and chargers. And of course, her instruments of work. She threw in two guns, two ten inches knives, some syringe, knuckle bracelets and a couple of other things she believed would be of importance to her and left her small cottage house, making sure to off all the light and lock all the windows and doors before heading to her car. She had over half a billion dollars waiting for her and she could not afford to waste any more time. The plan was simple, kill Marco de Luca in three days' time

"Father, forcing a marriage on me really isn't the best option, especially to Sofia. You know I only have affection towards her as the cousin she is to me. This marriage would break her", Luca tried to reason with his father who was just sitting quietly and letting him rant, Luca never liked when his father goes quiet, it never is a good sign and so he was almost certain that all this logical reasoning wasn't going to change his stubborn father's mind.

"Sofia is beautiful, kind, compassionate and she is family. Non si fa del male alla famiglia (we don't hurt family) and you know this", Vincenzo de Luca responded calmly.

Marco De Luca took a deep breath to calm himself down, he now understood why his father had picked Sophia a. She was supposed to be some beacon of hope that appeals to his humanity for some reason and his father was right, he would never hurt Sopia...at least not physically but he could not vouch for that in regards to emotionally and mentally.

"Find a woman that would marry you in four months' time and you won't have to marry Sophia. It is that simple figlio mio (son of mine)", Vincenzo said and walked away, leaving behind a confused Marco who sat down in deep contemplation on how he would be able to settle down with a woman in less than four months. No way, he refused to condemn Sophia to this fate just because he did not have a heart to give anybody. His father was right; family don't get hurt no matter what.

He needed to leave the house immediately, surely if he was to find a woman, it would outside there and not in the place he was sitting which was slowly turning into a nightmare. He would go to the Opal later on that night but for now, he would lodge at one of his numerous hotels. He picked himself up and drove himself to La Rosa Della Notte, it was one of the family's many hotels and it was named and dedicated to his mother who was known as the Rose of the night. It was in times like these that he missed his mother, but the Grim Reaper was such a cruel entity.

Few minutes later and he was at the reception of the hotel and he walked up to the counter with a haughty aura and asked for the key to his usual room.

"My room key"

"Yes sir", the receptionist said and scurried around to get his key card from where it was kept before passing it to him with a soft bow. He snatched the key card and he went to the elevator with the intent to use his family's private elevator but somehow found himself in the regular elevator by mistake. He groaned inwardly as he realized this and before he could step out, the door had already been shut. He was stuck with going to his suite with the stranger who had lifted her head slightly to stare at him just as soon as he had turned his back to face the door and he was grateful because he was sure he did not want to be notice in a regular elevator.

The whiff of her perfume lingered softly in the air and tickled his nose seductively, it had a hint of vanilla and fresh rose petals. He unconsciously agreed within himself that he loved the perfume already but he dared not to turn around and look at the mysterious lady. Shortly after, the door had pinged open and the lady stepped out on that floor, as she passed him, brushing him ever so slightly, her perfume scent danced its way into his nostrils heavily and by the time she had gone and the door was shut close again, he was surprised to find out that just the lady's perfume had turned him on. The perfume and the wide, shapely set of hips he happened to notice just before she walked out. He groaned again in frustration and his unexpected hard-on solidified his initial plan to go to his regular bar, The Opal.

As soon as the elevator's door pinged open, he rushed out and into his room to quickly undress and hit the showers in hopes that the cold spray on his body will calm down his erection. Before he knew what was happening, he felt his hand on his shaft and it felt so good so he proceeded to rub himself. Slowly at first, then he added speed and pressure as the scent and image of a mysterious lady in red who happened to have thighs that were perfectly wide to hold him tight while he pumped into was laid hidden between those thighs evaded his thoughts. A few pumps later and he could feel himself come apart in his palms as the cold spray from the shower helped him come and to his senses and clear his foggy sight. He could not believe that he could actually be that mesmerized over somebody he had not even clearly seen but he decided to push that thought aside as he came out of the bathroom and laid on his bed. He thought of doing some work with his phone first and also confirm when their drug shipment was to arrive in the state. It was in the process of all these work that sleep enveloped him but not before his thoughts flickered one last time to the lady on red with the vanilla and rose scent.

He woke up later in the evening around 7pm or thereabout and took his time getting to the bathroom to freshen up, he was giving himself today to relax and bounce back from the shocking news his father had given him, and even though it had been more than 24 hours since he first had the conversation of his marriage to Adriana, it still marveled him at how his father and uncle had come up with such conclusion.

He got dressed and went out, dropping his key card with the reception before he entered his car and zoomed up to The Opal which was a few blocks away from the hotel. Once he reached there and alighted the car, he gave his keys to the valet and went inside. He walked straight to the bartender and ordered his usual rum to be served in his personal VVIP room before walking through the crowd to the stairs that leads to the VIPs and VVIPs sections. He opened the door to the VIPs section and made his way to the VVIPs section and was almost there went a familiar scent hit him. It was the vanilla and fresh rose petal scent and he swiftly, instinctively turned around to follow the scent and sure enough, there was a woman seated at the edge of the VIP section.

He stared at her, she wore a black dress that had a low cut neck but she was seated so he couldn't notice any other thing about the dress other than the fact that it was long-sleeved. He noticed she had a beautiful face and her black hair was packed up in a neat chignon. He took the seat in front of her and observed her dark brown eyes were so beautiful and enchanting, she was beautiful in a moderate but ethereal way.

"Hello", he said with his usual confidence and she cocked a questioning brow yet he refused to let that deter him. He believed it must be his lucky day that he was fated to meet her twice that same day and he would not let the opportunity of having her in his arms slide.

"I am Marco De Luca and you are?"