All Chapters of She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It was already past 9 pm when Marco pulled up at the Opal bar. He had called Antonio earlier to inform him that he would be waiting for him at the Opal bar for their discussion on the mission he was planning. As he stepped out of his Porsche 911 Turbo, his key was taken from him by a valet dressed in a bright blue suit. The car was driven away quickly through an exclusive entrance to a private garage. As Marco walked into the bar, The maître d', a tall, elegant figure with a warm yet professional demeanor, greeted Luca with a respectful nod and a genuine smile. “Mr. Marco, welcome back. It's always a pleasure to have you with us. Your usual table is ready, but if you'd prefer something different tonight, we can arrange that immediately.”Marco did not utter a word to him but nodded in acceptance of the greeting. He walked straight to his usual table, located in the VIP section of the bar. The table was located in a secluded corner, with a good view of almost the whole bar, and the c

The night was thick as the tension filled the air. Antonio and his team prepared for the mission. The mission which Marco had given them two days ago. The plan was very clear and straight to the point: intercept La Fratellanza della Morte’s shipment before it reached the warehouse in Long Beach, and kill anybody who tries to come between you and The shipment. The stakes were very high, and failing was not an option in this case as it could mean death. Marco had made it clear to them, this was about sending a message. La Sigiri would not be disrespected. Territories and boundaries have to be respected.The team had gathered in a dark and cold warehouse on the outskirts of Los Angeles. They all came alone as they had agreed on earlier in an attempt to reduce attention and put off suspicions. When they had all assembled, Antonio stood in the middle of the team, he was dressed in black tight tactical gear and black boots. He maintained his usual calm demeanor and was very much focused. A

The warehouse was eerily silent. Quiet to the extent that even the drop of a pin on the floor, could be heard. The only sound whatsoever in the warehouse was an occasional drip of water from a leaking pipe.Marco's men stood around in an unintentional circle, all facing one direction: the center. In the center of the room, Rafael Vincenzo sat tied to a metal chair, his face bruised and battered, he struggled to maintain a normal breathing rhythm. His head was bent, and his suit was torn to shreds.Marco was the last to come into the warehouse. They had all been waiting for him after capturing Rafael where he had gone clubbing in a quiet part of the city. He was seen at the Fezalaro Club, a club that was owned by Lita Romano, Vittorio Moretti’s estranged lover. He had refused to leave the club with Marco's men and this sparked a tussle which led to Rico beating him up. Marco stood still, his aura commanded the room. He looked at Rafael for a moment and looked up at Marco. He didn’t ex

Antonio sat alone in his living room, it is what you may call an average living room. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand and slowly kept turning his hand in a circular motion as the whiskey swirled in the glass. His mind had been on the earlier activities. Sophia'’s call earlier had left him unsettled. She had sounded desperate, and urgent, and then she had suddenly terminated their meeting with just a text: Don’t come. It’s not safe.What did that mean? Was she in danger? Had someone found out about their relationship? The thought of someone finding out about them sent a chill down his spine. Marco can’t find out about them now. Not in this heat, it will only add to his suspicions. Antonio knows that at this point, he is considered a possible traitor by his boss, and he is trying so hard to maybe show he is not a traitor, but Antonio or anybody else finding out about him and Sophia would do nothing but make matters worse. He took a hard long sip from the glass of whiskey which di

Sophia sat alone quietly in her bedroom, she felt heavily deep writhing her. The weight of her pregnancy and her father’s threats had left her feeling trapped and desperate. She had spent the last few days avoiding everyone, trying to make sense of everything happening in her life at that time. “Grrr” her phone rang out loudly breaking the peace and quiet of the room. The caller ID displayed an unknown number.She hesitated for a moment before finally answering, with a cautious voice. “Hello?”“Sophia,” a smooth, cold voice replied. “I’ve been looking forward to speaking with you.”Sophia was perplexed. The voice was unfamiliar, but there was something about the way the caller had mentioned her name that sent a chill down her spine. “Who is this?” She asked curtly.“Isabella Nera,” the woman answered sharply. “I believe you’ve heard of me.”Sophia's breath caught in her throat. Isabella Nera… she has heard that name multiple times. But she can’t pinpoint from where exactly. Maybe it