A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 7

Blaise Taylor

Finally, I had an excuse to kill the f*****g Italian heir. My mission had been set, I had to get captured by the Italian Mafia to be trafficked, a vile trade that was one of their favourites.

I had to get close to Aidan and kill him but ensure there are no links to the English Mafia, to avoid a war.

No heir, no marriage, no alliance, and then the Italian Mafia would crumble.

I left for Italy that night.

My clothing for that mission consisted of an off-the-shoulder black dress, that hugged my curves and ended mid-thigh. I paired this, with black stiletto heels that accentuated my legs. My hair was pinned back in a tight bun to show off my face, but the hairstyle was completed with two lightly curled pieces of hair pulled out at the front and hung down by my face. The outfit was sophisticated, innocent and sexy.

However, the key to attracting attention was not the clothing or the makeup but rather, the confidence and performance.

As soon as the three members of the Italian Mafia, whose jobs were to disgustingly hunt victims for human trafficking, were spotted standing on the corner of a crossroad, opposite a popular nightclub.

When I had the chance, I would kill them all, none of them deserved to live. 

I strutted past them, acting ditzy but seductive, to present myself as an easy target. I swayed my hips as I walked, to ensure their eyes fell on my ass, grabbing their attention. I stopped to ask for direction to a random shop and in response they brutishly directed me to a dark alley, that was not the way to the shop.

As I turned into the dark alley, I instantly heard multiple pairs of footsteps behind me.

"Hey baby, wait, you dropped something." A thick Italian accented man yelled after me.

I rolled my eyes and pretended to be scared by picking up my pace. This action was replied to with the men increasing their own speed towards me.

I started to shriek but eventually I 'tripped' in a cliché horror film style, allowing my soon-to-be kidnappers to catch up. Tears streamed down my face as I begged for them to leave me alone, impressing myself with my acting skills.

Shortly after I begged for their mercy, my mouth and nose were smothered by what I knew to be chloroform. I held my breath and pretended to lose consciousness, hoping that would convince these men to take the chloroform away from me. They removed the chloroform, thinking it had worked, but I remained conscious.

"She's a pretty one, I wonder the price she'll fetch."

"Such a nice ass!"

"Aw well, someone will enjoy it!"

One of the men then grabbed my ass causing me to bite my tongue to avoid lashing out.

I felt myself being carried and then stuffed into the boot of a car, the car's engine roared to life and we began our journey to the Italian base of operations for the mafia.

After what felt like forever, we arrived shown by the engine being turned off once the car stopped moving.

I shut my eyes tight as the boot of the car was opened. I was then pulled out and thrown over someone's shoulders. The man walked down a couple of stairs and along a few long corridors until entering a room. I was propped up in a chair but had not yet been tied down.

I flung open my eyes and rapidly took in my surroundings, knowing I should have taken a peek, to begin with. There was one man in the room with me, his large and muscular back was facing me as he was reaching to get the rope, to tie my limbs to the chair.

This was my chance.

I jumped out of the chair, sliding the knife out of compartment underneath my shoe. Egotistically, the men's superiority complexes ironically became their downfall. They underestimated me, assuming I was without a weapon, just because I was a small woman. They hadn't been careful enough to search me.

The man had now turned around to face me due to the slight commotion I created, his eyes widen with shock but I was too quick for him to react. I ran at the wall as he ran towards me, I then rebounded off the wall and on to the man's back. I clung to his neck and then quickly ran my knife deep across his throat. He collapsed to the floor as blood pooled around him. 

I took my shoes off, knowing they would become a problem and gave this man's dying body a last glance before I sprinted away.

Staying to the shadows, I listened to every conversation, hoping it would point me in the direction of Aidan.

Soon enough a random man, suddenly notified another man that he was going to see the 'Soon to be Capo'.

I followed him.

Through the corridors, downstairs and upstairs, until he entered an office. After an hour, he left. I waited for a few moments and checked to make sure no one was coming.

I took a deep breath. This was it. This was the moment I got revenge.

I ran into his office before my mind clouded with doubt, and there sat Aidan Romano.

He was a lot taller since I last saw him 16 years ago, his brown hair now almost black and no longer swooped on his forehead but was swept back. His brown eyes glaring at me through his dark eyelashes, that still sparkled with the same mischievous glint. His body was now muscular with his muscles bulged against his shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. He had a slight stubble covering his face and light freckles dashed across his nose.

His stance screamed power.

He was possibly the hottest man I had ever seen in my life. 

Unfortunately, the smell of alcohol coming from him ruined the façade. I knew he wasn't completely sober as the two empty glasses and half empty bottle of tequila on his desk signified.

His eyes squinted as he looked at the bloodied knife in my hand then slowly up to my face, his mind slowed by the alcohol. His first reaction was to wink as a smirk sprawled across his face.

I knew the games were beginning.

Aidan stood from his desk and I threw the knife in my hands at him. He swiftly leapt out of the way, causing the knife to just graze his arm.

I chuckled and narrowed my eyes.

Aidan attempted to throw the first punch, I dodged and returned it, landing a sharp right hook to his cheek.

He looked at me in surprise but quickly covered it up. 

I attempted to roundhouse his head but he caught my foot and threw me against the wall. I flipped to my feet.

I jumped off of the wall and onto his back, using the momentum to pull him to the ground. He tipped over as I gracefully let go. I quickly straddled his chest and then threw punch after punch at his face. As I threw yet another punch, I felt his cheek crack underneath my hand but at my next punch he suddenly blocked it. 

He bucked his hips and threw me off of him, stumbling to his feet. He clumsily ran for me and I ducked, sliding between his open legs, lifting my foot to catch him right in the balls. He groaned in pain.

"Did I hurt big bad Aidan?"  I stated hiding my English accent by putting on an American one.

"You speak as if you know me, why?" His Italian accent was thicker and deeper now.

Using his confusion as a distraction, I kicked him in the chest and the force pushed him away and up against the wall. This caused him to smack his head against the wall. He reached his hand up to touch his head and then brought his hand back to his eyes to see it was coated in blood.

He was beginning to get dangerously annoyed.

He threw a fast punch straight at me, catching my mouth and causing my lip to split and drip blood.

He threw a second punch which I dodged but he quickly threw another and caught me in my ribs. I felt a slight crack and knew some had broken.

I kicked at his face, catching it with my heel, causing him to stumble backward.

He gripping his face from the cut I made on his cheek and drunkenly stumbled backwards.

I smirked as my victory was in sight, but he grinned back, glancing behind me.

All of a sudden, something hit the back of my head and I hit the floor with a thud. My eyes began to close, as I heard the shout of another man. My eyes strained to stay open and then I saw him, the-to-be underboss, second heir to the Italian Mafia, Aidan's adopted brother and the new pain in my ass, Luca Russo.