Chapter 3

"Wake up Ruby!!" Someone banging my door. I groan loudly. "Shut up!"

"We have to go remember!" My eyes shot up glaring at the ceiling who did nothing wrong. "I'll be downstairs in a minute!" I sighed as I hear Drake's footsteps walking away. I rubbed my face and eventually get up. Talking a quick shower, I head to my closet to get dress. I settled myself with a white tank top, black ripped jeans, a black leather jacket, and black heels boots.

What can I say? I come to love black.

I took my gun inside the drawer and tuck it at my back. Same with the knives, the first one, I hide it inside my boots. The second one, I hide inside my jacket. I brush my hair and let it loose freely till it reaches my waist. Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I head downstairs making my way to the kitchen.

There I found Emily behind the stove cooking breakfast. Drake, Matthew, and Blake are seated eating breakfast.

"Took you long enough!" Drake dramatically said. I rolled my eyes at him. "At least I’m here."

"Okay, here’s your breakfast ruby." Emily handed me my waffles. I smile at her. "Thanks, Emily." I sat at the barstool next to Matthew. "Why is she so nice with her but mean to me?" drake asks.

"I think Austin stupidness has invaded your brain." We all laughed. Drake rolled his eyes and continue munching his waffles. I shake my head seeing my partner. Why does he have to be my partner? I pour the chocolate syrup on my waffles then proceed to eat. We talked for a while about our mission yesterday before drake and I have to go meet Mr. Moretti.

"See you later Ruby," Blake said. I walked to him and kiss his cheek. "Bye guys."

"Where are you guys going?" Austin walked in the kitchen with his tweety boxer, his hair stuck up in every place while rubbing his eyes. This is a common sight every morning.  "To see Mr. Moretti remember?"

"Oh yeah, good luck with that." I feel bad at Emily for having a partner like him. Lucky Blake, he doesn’t need a partner because he’s the senior one. He has been involved with all of these since he was 13 years old and at the age of 15, he had been given his first mission. I know very young right. We all here have been abducted by the Italian mafia.

Drake and I make our way to the garage. "I’ll drive." Drake shook his head quickly. "No way! You drive like a mad man." I rolled my eyes. "You’re exaggerating beside we will be there in time."

"Nope, I’ll drive." I sighed. "Fine."          

Drake chose the black ford mustang and he drove out from the house to the base. "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, just wondering what our next mission will be."

"Are you sure he will be assigning us to a new mission? I mean we just finished our mission yesterday." I shrugged. "You know Moretti, there’s no time to sleep," I said bitterly.

"Drake?" he hums in response. "Nothing." He glances at me then looks back to the road. "No, come on just tell me. I’m your partner right?"

"Yeah."

"So tell me."

"Aren’t you tired?" Drake sighs deeply. "I think we all tired but what can we do? They threaten us even our family." He’s right. Moretti might be old but he always finds a way to make us do whatever he told us to. Cause we’re the mafia puppet. We disagree with them or try to play behind their back then we’re dead and our family will be too.

After 1 hour of drive, we finally arrived at the base. The base is located near the woods where no one will find out. The guards check on us then let us in once they know who we are.

We stepped out of the car, 2 guards are waiting for us at the entrance. We walked closely behind them that leads to his office. Knocking the door a ‘come in’ being said from inside the office. Turning the doorknob, it reveals Moretti sitting on his leather chair while smoking a cigar. He doesn’t change at all still, the same sinister old man that wants power.

"Glad to see you finally come." He greets us. "It’s not like we have any other choice now do we?" I said. He smiles showing his yellow teeth. I cringe seeing it. "You two still looked the same from 5 years ago."

"And you still the same old man from the first time I met you." I retorted back.

*flashback*

The guards leave the two of us alone. I looked down at my feet avoiding his gaze. "Hello, what’s your name?" The man in front of me said with a thick accent.  I didn’t answer, I kept my mouth shut cause I was really scared of this man. "It’s not polite to ignore an old man who is talking to you." I gulped anxiously then force myself to look in his direction. "O-oliv-via Wh-ite." A smile growing on his lips makes me uncomfortable. "What a beautiful name. I have an offer for you."

"Who are you? I don’t take strangers' offer."

He chuckled " I’m Michael Moretti. You don’t need to be scare, I won’t hurt you if you do as I say."

"But what if I don’t want to?" he let out a spine-chilling chuckled. "Then, if you don’t want to... you’ll die same goes for your family." He said with a cold tone that gave me goosebumps. My family? Where are they? Are they fine? They must be worried about me.

"Where am I?"

"You’re in Italy dolcezza." (sweetie). My eyes widen. What? We’re in freaking Italy?

"N-no, you m-must be kidding."

"I never joke."

"I-I take me back home! I don’t want to be here!" I yelled at him. He pulled out something that I never thought he does. A gun. He raised his gun to me, pointing at my forehead. I quiver in fear. Tears flow down my cheeks. "No, please don’t cry. Let’s make a deal. You work for me and your family will be fine." At first, I just stayed silent but I quickly nodded my head because this man will take no for an answer.

"Okay, then everything is settled." He lowers his gun and I sighed in relief. He pulled out his phone talking to someone in Italian. "Portarla dagli altri e addestrarla ad essere un'assassina.." (Take her to the others and trained her to be a killer).

I don’t know what he’s saying but as soon as he’s done with his calls, a  guard ushered me out from the office and take me to an underground place. I thought I was the only one but shockingly, I saw around 25 people there. Some older than me and some younger than me.

They train me for a year and a half in Italy. They taught us how to fight, using guns, knives, hack, and many more. We’ve been told to keep our hearts cold, to freeze our hearts. So no one can manipulate us.

At the age of 19, I got assigned for my first mission alone in Italy. After a year doing a mission alone there, I got team up with drake doing our last mission in Italy.

We never talk to each other before even when we’re training. But as soon as I was team up with him, we’ve been a very good friend. The two of us had been assigned to go to New York and from there, I met with the other and we became a family.

The only family I have right now is my team. Blake, Matthew, Emily, Austin, and Drake. We only have each other. We will have each other back no matter the consequences.

*flashback ends*

"Let’s just get to the point. What do you want us to do? "

"Oliv-" I snapped at him. "Don’t call me that," I said coldly. The corner of his lips tugs upwards.

"What I meant was, I want the two of you to find and kill him." he threw us a file. Taking the file, I open it and saw his picture and information.

Name               : Benjamin Castro.

Age                  : 56 years old.

Nationality       : Mexican.      

Relationship     : Single.

Kids                 : -

"Who’s Benjamin Castro?"

"He’s Sanchez second in command." I furrowed my eyebrow. "So you want us to kill him to get to Sanchez? Why not kill Sanchez instead?"

"I want to give him a warning."

"And where would we find him?" Michael shook his head. "I don’t know. My man said, he has been spotted going back and forth from Mexico to Los Angeles."

"So basically, you don’t know his exact location."

"That’s the reason why I assigned you to this mission."

"But if he’s in Mexico we can’t go there, knowing we work for the Italian mafia." He shrugs. "That’s not my problem. All I want to hear that he’s dead." I gritted my teeth feeling anger consumed me.

"Fine, consider it done." With that, I left his office without saying a word.