"Valentino, stop trying to charm me. It's not going to work, we should focus on the mission for now" I say running up to him, grabbing him by his shoulder and turning him around so he could face me.

"Chill out Athie, it's midnight and believe me when I say mafia ball's don't finish this time around, it just getting started" he takes his shoulder out of my hold and crosses his arms in-front of his chest making his forearms bulge out.

I furrow my eyebrows by the name he just called me, "Athie? It's sounds like your trying to call me a atheist" I respond. He rolled his eyes making me more annoyed than I already was. I just want to finish this mission so I can go back home.

He chuckled while passing his fingers through his midnight black hair, "Than what should I call you,darling?".

I raised an eyebrow not amused by his comment, "My name dumbass, now can we get started because the faster we start this the faster we'll finish and we can both go along with our life's".

Even though I really wanted to go home, I didn't miss college. Wait wait, fuck. I didn't go to college for 2 weeks, what the fuck will I say when I get back?! It's not like I'll say "oh I just got kidnapped by a assassin agency, no big deal". I'm pretty sure I'm failing.

"Okay okay fine, so this is what we'll do. Athena, you'll approach him first. Flirt with him, gain his trust. Get some useful information out of him." He explained quietly leaning forward while looking around making sure no one was eavesdropping in our conversation.

"You're joking right?"

He pressed his lips together looking at me with a look that screamed 'in which part did it sound like I was joking?'.

"Why would I be joking?"

"You want me to flirt with a middle aged man that can kill me with a pull of a trigger?"

"Yeah, it not like I'll flirt with him."

"I mean, you never know? What if he's gay..." I trailed of trying to make a point.

He brought his hand up and rubbed his eyebrow crease while chuckling deeply thinking I was joking. I wasn't joking.

"I wanna slap you" he confessed looking into my eyes.

"Believe me when I say I wanted to do that too since the first day I saw you."

"Quit that attitude." He said turning around to start walking away towards the main door to go to our car parked outside .

"You know, for you being the best assassin in the agency, you're doing a shitty job" I said smiling seeing him halt his steps.

His groan could be heard from where I was standing, "just do what I told you Athena." He said before walking away and disappearing through the big wooden doors.

I turned around towards where Mr.Dimitri was. He was seated in a big chair that looked like royalty, around 10 guards were all around him keeping him protected from any harm. How the hell will I get to talk to him. I took a intake of air and let it out slowly calming myself down. You can do this, you're a bad bitch. I wanted to laugh at my thoughts.

I walked towards him making sure to sway my hips but not too much. I male Waiter passed beside me holding a tray of elegant wine glass. I grabbed one and thanked the waiter politely. I took a sip while looking towards him, hoping I would catch his eye.

I walked closer towards his vision, I moved my head around trying to catch his attention when a drunk teenager bumped into me making my wine glass fly towards and smash against the marble floor. A glass shred flew up to my revealed leg and pierced my thigh, I bit my lip harshly as pain coursed through my leg.

This is all going downhill. I brought my hand down towards the sharp glass, some blood was already streaming down my leg. I was about to pull out the glass because I had no other choice but his dark voice entered my ears. Huh I guess that teenager helped me grab his attention.

"у тебя все нормально?" He said.(translation: "are you ok?")

I looked at him with a awkward smile and waved my hand. "I'm sorry, I don't know Russian".

His eyes widened in realization as he looked at my blood covered leg. "Oh, I meant to say if you're ok?"

I blinked. Does it look like I'm okay? I have blood streaming down my leg sir. I obviously didn't say that because I would've ended up with a bullet between my eyes and we don't want that.

I did a charming smile, "Yeah, I'll be okay. I think." I said looking at him, some people were already crowded around me trying to find out what happened.

"Uh I don't think you'll be okay, it's a big glash you got there. Come with me" he insisted, he started walking towards the back. If I wasn't injured and he told me to go to the back with him, I would've thought it was sketchy but I'm injured. My thoughts weren't making anything better and made me think of every outcome that could happen.

One, he could kill me and throw me into a forest for wild animals to eat me. Two, if he actually tries to do something, I could try to fight with my injured leg, possible lose but I would die knowing I did some damage to him, maybe. And lastly the most likely third option, maybe he won't try to kill me at all and he will actually help me.

I started to walk with him but with every step I took I was struggling by the pressure, my hands were clenched tightly into fist making my nails pierce my skin leaving crescent moon marks.

All of this just for information,I really hope something good will come out of this. I halted my steps as he opened a door, he extended his arm forwards signaling for me to pass first. What if he knocks me out with a gun. I was surely overthinking everything.

I tried to smile but it probably looked weird. I walked through with him hot on my tail. His heavy footsteps echoed through the empty hall.

We passed a lot of doors that were scattered across the whole hallways. Suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back making me go stumbling back and add pressure on my injured leg. I hissed at the pain as more blood started to gush out.

I turned around and look at the man with angry eyes.

"Sorry but you passed the door we were supposed to go through." His voice didn't held any emotion, it was just blank.

"Mhm.." I answered back.

He opened the door and went inside as I was behind him. The whole room was covered in white making my eyes feel overwhelmed. I leaned against the wall trying to stop the bleeding. Meanwhile, he was looking through some cabinets probably for some medical aid.

"Soo...." I started trying to take awkwardness out the room, "Whats your name?"

I already knew what his name was but the words just fell of my tongue.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I really don't know, to be honest." I shrugged answering.

He raised an eyebrow, "You know for you to be Mr.Romero's sister, you're a idiot"

I raised my head from my fingers to look at him, "What do you mean?"

Im supposed to get information about him not about Valentino's family but oh well.

"What I mean is, that mafia family is the best, theres a reason why he's the mafia king, you're lucky to be apart of that family. They're known for showing no mercy to anyone, friend or foe, it doesn't matter."

"Cool." I didn't know what else to say, I don't know shit about mafia, I'm just playing along.

He bent down towards my leg and looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows, "Cool?" He chuckled.

"Uh yeah cool, also whats your status with our family?" I played along.

He started cleaning my injured leg with alcohol making me hiss and clench my teeth in pain.

"To be honest, I don't even know why I'm helping you. Me and your brother don't get along since we were young. We were always competing in everything about who's the best, you get what I mean?"

I hummed in response since the pain didn't let me talk.

"You know, I could kill you right now if I wanted too." Hold up.

I looked down at him in a shocked face, why am I even shocked, I should've expected this. "Umm why tho, I mean you don't have to?"

He chuckled darkly making me swallow. Holy shit I'm gonna die, aren't I? And all because Valentino didn't want to flirt with him.

"Your brother killed my sister, now why shouldn't I kill you?" His Russian accent was getting more prominent making me panic.

"Uhh because I could be your girlfriend?" I asked unsure.

He laughed throwing his head back, I bit my cheek unsure of what was funny. "Sweety, I'm gay."

It took all of me to not yell in victory. I fucking knew it. "Oh um then, there's someone really hot I know and he's gay also and he will gladly be yours."

Not to mention, I forgot to mention the age difference. I guess Valentino will have a sugar daddy. I also forgot to mention, Valentino isn't gay.

I checked my collarbone making sure my mic was there so at least the guys were hearing this but not everything has to go my way since it wasn't there. It must've fell when the fucking teenager bumped into me, curse you.

I looked at him hoping he would accept my offer, if it meant that Valentino had to have a sugar daddy for me to survive then so be it.

"We'll see" he said.

I huffed out in relief as he continued to wrap my thigh in a bandage.

The room turned dead quiet making me nervous.

"So what's your favorite color?" I asked.

It was kinda weird about how I was talking about this with a mafia boss.

"Green" he replied blankly.

I thought this was the end of our conversation until he asked me.

"What's yours?"

I rested my head against the wall thinking about it.

"I think it's red" I replied.

He hummed in response and we both didn't make an effort to continue this conversation, if I couldn't get information from him then Valentino will have to.

He finished wrapping my thigh and stood up and walked towards the door, opening and exiting out.

Leaving me drowning in my thoughts about how the hell will Valentino react when I tell him he has a sugar daddy.

Probably kill me