A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 5

Blaise Taylor

After Jordan's rushed and short funeral, all the secrets that were once kept from me, were revealed.

My father was the Capo of the English Mafia and Jordan was training to be the heir.

At the time, I didn't understand any of it, all I understood was the pain of having a brother ripped away from me.

But I was forced into training and learned. I was slowly becoming a worthy heir, training to be a leader that would be both respected and feared.

My father pushed me harder than he had ever pushed Jordan, as to make up for my supposed 'weakness' that I had by being a girl. 

My routine was set and I would wake up every morning at three and train all day. I was taught all forms of martial arts and practiced every one for at least 1 hour per week. I trained in a gym for six hours every day and was taught to work with all guns and knives efficiently. 

In order to maintain a high intelligence, I studied with the most intelligent people in their chosen professions. I learned the ins and outs of the mafia business, including all the trades we did to keep our money coming in and the enemies we had.

This was my routine, every single day for years and years.

Whenever I became bored of living an isolated life that was scheduled to the exact minutes, with only Hunter keeping me company, I learnt a language. I ended up being fluent in five languages other than English: Italian, Russian, German, Chinese and Sign language. 

Once my father thought I was ready, I taught to become a master of torturing and seduction. Once I reached the age of 19, I was sent out of missions, such as killing threats, getting information, receiving trades, training future assassins and overseeing the businesses we owned

I mainly completed my missions on my own as I worked more efficiently by myself, but sometimes I was paired up with Hunter. 

I had grown up.

The boy that my dad had held captive that night, I found out that he was the heir to the Italian Mafia. I spent years gathering information on him and I had the fortune of colliding with him on several occasions in the past years but he was yet to find out my identity.

Aidan was eight when he was captured by my father but had been training since he was three, barely old enough to walk and talk. He was formed to be a lethal weapon and was not above manipulating a seven-year-old, in order to complete a mission. A mission such as to kill the heir to the English Mafia, my brother.

He had built a reputation for himself as he grew, becoming a womaniser where woman threw themselves at his feet. He was admittedly attractive and had a charming nature but the whole being a merciless killer renowned for his skills, was a deal breaker for many.

My reputation would have been superior if people knew my name or where I had come from, but instead all that was known was there was a woman who hunted down people and brutally murdered them. My torturing skills were my defining feature that struck fear, torturing came easy to me once I had mastered disassociation.  

The English Mafia had gone completely underground and while people knew of our existence, all of our members, including myself, had all traces of our existence wiped completely and it was as though they never existed. Our secrecy only increased our power, as our businesses, especially assassinations and spy work, grew in success and lead to our trades becoming bigger.

The only reason Aidan was still alive was because the perfect plan had not been formed. I didn't just want to kill Aidan, I wanted to destroy the Italian Mafia but I was not willing to risk a war happening because I couldn't risk the lives of my men. We remained waiting for the right opportunity and kept tabs on the Italian mafia, as we did with all the mafias.

We had slowly been causing the Italian Mafia's business to decrease, to decrease their power. While this was personal it was also to decrease their threat to us, as they had also grown very powerful over the past few years.

I had a new mission given to me. I had to gain information about the trader who the Italian Mafia was still getting their guns from, considering their last supplier had just turned their trading business to us, thanks to me.

Luckily, there was a member of the Italian Mafia in England tonight. He had been spotted spending a lot of time in a specific strip club, meaning that was where I had to start my mission. The plan was for me to pose as a stripper in the attempt to gain his interest for a private dance, that would enable me to knock him out without witnesses and then take him back to our basement for a torture session to gain the information. 

The mission was not the greatest, as while I was not opposed at using my sexuality, the strip club was run down and dirty.

My dad nodded his head at me as I left, a silent good luck or possibly a silent goodbye. Our relationship was still broken as he still had a hatred towards me, but I just cared a whole lot less.

I got into the car with my best friend, Hunter, who was there for me through everything causing us to get very close. Snapping me out of my thoughts, Hunter turned up the radio and began screaming the song currently playing, very off key, to make sure my attention was grabbed.

"You aren't nervous, are you?"  Hunter bluntly stated in response to the fact I hadn't joined in with the song.

I pretended to be offended and placed my hand across my chest, "How dare you! Me? Nervous? Do you even know me at all, Hunter?”

Hunter smirked.

"That's what I thought. And I dare that the best clothes ever for you to wear on your mission, are in the boot."

I rolled my eyes knowing exactly what type of clothes they were and laughed.

We got to the strip club and I unbuckled myself to slide out of the car. I looked at Hunter, "See you later, Alligator!" 

"What, do I not get a kiss goodbye? What kind of service is this?"

I rolled my eyes once again and got out of the car, grabbing my clothes out of the boot. 

I walked to the back entrance of the club knowing that Hunter was watching me. I swayed my hips to show off my ass causing Hunter to reply with a whistle. I grinned to myself.

Finding my way through the club and backstage, I quickly got changed into the white lingerie set that I was gifted from Hunter. They fitted as if shaped for my body, perfectly presents my assets that I intended on using.

I was about to request the song I wanted for when I went on stage, when a slimy middle-aged man came rushing up to me. He did not bother to hide his stares at my body and he then pointed one of his chubby fingers at me.

"Are you the new dancer? Because you're late, NOT a good start. But because I am so nice, I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me." He finished his statement with a smirk, making me think I was not the first new dancer who he had tried this on.

Instead of presenting the rage I currently felt, I smiled. I looked at him through my dark eyelashes and grabbed his greasy hands in mine. I placed them lightly on my ass and wrap my own arms around his neck gently, my actions fuelled by the poor innocents he had done this to in the past.

"I'm so sorry for being late,” I say as sweet as I could manage without grinding my teeth into dust. 

"Where can we go so, I can make it up to you, baby?"

He grinned, thinking it had worked and grabbed one of my hands in his aged, plump hand to lead me into a room that resembled an office.

We entered the room and I perched on his desk as he turned to close the door. But as soon as the door was closed, he turned to face me and began to stalk towards me as if he was a predator hunting his pray.

I smiled knowing he thought he'd trapped me in here with him, when in fact he'd trapped himself in here with me.

In one swift movement, I swung my foot up and kicked the man in the head. He fell straight to the floor. I then held him there with my foot on his back, he squealed in fear. I kneeled down next to him as he scrambled to get up but I was too quick. I wrapped my hands around his neck and using methods I had been taught when I was young, efficiently snapped his neck.

I got up and bounced out of the room, hyping myself up for the performance I was yet to complete. I did not feel one ounce of guilt. Using the ear piece, I had earlier placed in my ear, I contacted Hunter to inform him of what happened.

"Really Blaise? You've already killed someone? You have literally been there for 10 minutes!"

"The world is a better place now, he was a creeeep, you should be thanking me!"

 I stated trying to stifle a giggling. I could hear Hunter groan over the earpiece as he began contacting a clean-up crew.

I proceeded with my mission, after being slightly side tracked by that pervert. The music that I finally was able to ask for, boomed through the speakers as I slowly strutted on stage.

I spotted my target. The fact he was attractive did not make this easier. He had tattoos all over his body and his black hair shaven on the sides while the rest of his hair on top, spiked up. His eyes were a light green and they dazzled as a smirk appeared across his face when he spotted me.

As the music increased in pace, I reached out to the pole. I hooked my leg around and span around, letting my head drop backwards. I let my leg go free from the pole while holding it with hands as I continued to spin. I then slowed down till I gradually stopped and let go of the pole to stand upright again.

I turned my back to the audience and bent down as the music's beat dropped. I then turned around and dropped on my hands and knees, I slowly and seductively crawled towards to my target, biting my lip and fluttering my lashes. Getting to the edge of the stage, I sat back on my knees and teased taking off my bra, which gained a smile from the target.

I went back to the pole spinning up and down a few more times, before sticking my fingers into either side of the waist band of my pants and teasing to slide them down slightly. Then music came to a finish and I made eye contact with the target whilst winking.

 I walked off the stage, knowing I had his attention.

Soon enough, I received the request of a private dance from a Gino Rossi, aka, my target.

I internally cheered at the success of the mission.

I found the room I was told to go to, and there he was, sat on the red sofa. In a sultry voice I whispered to him, "Baby, I was hoping you'd ask for me."

His breathing became notably heavier.

Before he could say anything, I walked towards him and straddled his lap. I glanced at his lips and bit my own, letting out a low moan. He was complete entranced and I took the opportunity to then silently force an injection into his neck, drugging him and knocking him unconscious.

I made sure Hunter knew everything that had happened, so he could come and pick the body up to put into the car, to take back to our basement.

Hunter had parked in a shady alleyway and helped me drag the body into the car.

I got into my seat as I watched Hunter in the mirror, securing the body. He was an attractive man; his hair was a light brown and his eyes matched. His face was kind, while made slightly rugged by the stubble that littered his jaw and chin. His jawline was sharp and accentuated his cheekbones. He was slightly taller than me and worked out with me, so his body was toned. His muscles were not overly prominent but were present against his clothing, but no matter how he looked, it was hard not to see him as my childhood best friend.

The boot slammed after the body was secure and the loud sound pulled me from my staring. 

Hunter sat down next to me and let out a sigh, "I saw your little performance, I'd be lying if I told you that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen and that white lingerie, WOW, definitely a good choice!"

I laughed, "Aw, cute little Hunter!"  I ruffled his hair, "Don't be a perv!"

He chuckled in return and we continued to make mindless conversation all the way home.