Biggest Break

ARIEL

"I'll work on that." My voice was breezy as I spoke. I didn't...want to kill the pastor. Not the pastor.

Saint's eyes ran over me sharply. "Are you sure you can do it? I can send someone instead."

"If that someone is Colt, then no. I'm going to do the job." I said. It was permanent. No one had to know that the competitive spirit in me right now was a hundred and one percent.

"I understand, Ariel." He placed his hand on my shoulder. "I will let you do the job with him. But-"

My heart raced in my chest as I awaited his next words. It hung over me like a death sentence.

"It depends on how well you do tonight." He completed his words.

My brows moved as my lips curved into a smirk.

"I will not fail you, father." It was a promise.

******

To many, I was an angel. To others like the people in our empire, I was nothing short of the devil. Beautiful outside, dark inside. It was supposed to make me feel isolated, but it didn't. It couldn't....not when you were with people of like minds.

The phrase was right, 'Birds of a feather flock together.'

But as the daughter of Capo de Capi of the mafia world, Saint D'Angelo, I wasn't sure I could even 'flock'. I could only 'pretend.'

"Black won't cut it." I ran my hands over the silky material and turned to give the lady a glare, "Get me a red gown."

"Does it need to have many pockets?" She rushed to pick the black gown from the queen sized bed.

"No. But it needs to have a corset. And get me a mask too." I said.

"Alright ma. It will be ready soon."

"Be quick about it, I don't have much time. It'll soon be seven pm." I urged her on and she nodded before rushing out of my room to get the job done.

I cracked my neck lightly and inhaled with slight relieve, before proceeding to take off my church dress. Pulling off the dress, my tights were fitted perfectly to my legs and held the gun that was fixed under the flare gown I had worn to church.

I couldn't just do without the gun, though Saint D'Angelo warned that we should never take a gun into the house of God. We should always come as we were and we would be accepted. We need protection from the Lord and Him alone. We could never protect ourselves.

I let him ramble on because I know he was the only one who didn't carry a gun among our group of people. Emphasis on only. Reason being that, he knew he would always be protected and that definitely didn't come from God. He didn't and could never earn that kind of mercy.

I had barely let go of the gun when the door to my room opened and I turned around swiftly, pointing the gun to whoever had the guts to barge into my room that way.

"Chill," Colt raised his hands above his head in a mocking manner, a funny smirk playing on that face of his.

"What the fvck are you doing in my room?" I asked, nudging the gun ina movement that read 'Get the fvck out!' It was obvious Colt would miss that anyways. He always missed the important things.

"Wow...sexy pants." He stared at the fittings leggings I was wearing and I scoffed lightly, dropping my gun.

"Surely, you aren't here to oogle at me." It wasn't a question. It was a fact.

I and Colt never got in agreement. It was something that had always been between us and I don't even remember how it all started. But the constant thing that remained in our long time of being together was hate....and competition.

If I didn't act fast and better, my father would leave the empire into Colt's hand and I'll rather eat chickens feathers than watch that happen.

He stepped fully into my room, staring at me with his glintful eyes that spelt mischievousness.

"Are you sure you can kill him?" He asked me and my eyes narrowed thinnly.

"What. Are you talking about?" I asked.

"You know what, Ariel, don't act dumb." He shook his hand, feeling funny. "This is going to be your stepping stone. If you fail, it's going to be the last big thing for you. Saint is going to put a fvcking bullet into your head and boom, there you go."

"Saint is my father. Mine." I said sharply, "and I don't think fathers go around, firing bullets in their children's heads."

I didn't know why I said that, because Saint D'Angelo was different from every other fathers out there and I know, he doesn't really give a fvck if a bullet got into my head, as long as that doesn't interrupt his plan.

Colt sniffed lightly, "You think so, Ariel? Well, we'll find out tonight, won't we?"

He leaned closer to me, his lips brushing the lobe of my ear, "There's a reason why he's called the King of the Mafians. Delano. Cannot. Be. Killed. It's obvious you are taking on a losing game."

I pushed him off me in annoyance, "It depends on me, not you, Colt. I picked the game. I'll fvcking deal with it. Now, get out...of my room."

"I can't wait to see what you have up your sleeve, Ariel." He smirked and waved as he walked out of my room.

I scoffed lightly, banging the door close the moment his sorry ass disappeared out of my face.

*****

It poked me dangerously and I knew I had to go to the restroom this time around before something dangerous really happened.

I walked past the crowd in the dimly lit hall where the party was ongoing and I could feel eyes all over me. Watching me.

I didn't have to look to know if was a mixture of my father's men and those other men who were looking for a new toy to play with.

I didn't stop, I sharply turned into the corner leading to the restroom and got in, rushing into one of the cabins as fast as possible.

Placing my hand into my gown, I pulled out the knife, exhaling deeply when the stabbing stopped. It dropped blood and it was enough proof for me to know that it cut a little flesh by the side of my tummy. Fvck it, all because of that crazy guy who was named 'The Viper'. Tonight was going to be the night which he dies. I went silent, waiting for the expected voice in my earbud.

"He's in." One of the men said

"Ariel," It was now my father's voice, "This. Is your biggest break." He said.