THE MAFIA'S KITTEN

EPISODE 3: THE ENTRANCE

​The room stayed quiet after Antonio’s words. The men were all thinking the same thing: Who is this girl? They had heard rumors of a secret project within the Night Owl Organisation, but nobody had actually seen it. Rufus was still breathing hard, his face red from his fight with Johnathan, Impatiently he questioned "where is this secret wepon of your's, we've been waiting here for over twenty minutes.. If she's so fast then why is she late?" Antonio hearing this didn't even bother to look up.. Scrolling through his phone he smiled and said "she's not late... She's been here the whole time..."

​Suddenly, the heavy metal doors at the entrance didn’t kick open like they did for Malcom. Instead, they slid open silently. The sound was so soft you wouldn't even notice that the door was opened, A figure stepped into the light. It wasn't a giant man with muscles or a scarred soldier. It was a woman. She was slim, wearing a tight black tactical suit that looked like it was made of shadows. Her hair was pulled back, and her eyes were cold—colder than the ice in Lucien’s drink. She didn’t look at the men with fear. In fact, she didn’t seem to care that she was standing in a room full of the most dangerous killers in the city.

​Antonio looked at her, his face was brimming with pride. "You're late" he said, trying to sound tough.

​"I was finishing a task," she replied. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried to every corner of the room. It was smooth, like silk, but it had a sharp edge to it.

​"Everyone," Antonio stood up and gestured toward her. "Meet the solution to our Dark Dragon problem. We call her the Blood Goddess."

​A few of the men started laughing. Johnathan was the loudest. He walked over to her, looking her up and down with a mocking grin. "This is it? This is the 'secret weapon' we’ve been waiting for? Antonio, you must be joking. She looks like she’d break if the wind blew too hard. We need soldiers, not a little girl."

​The Blood Goddess didn’t blink. She didn’t even look angry. She just waited until Johnathan was close enough to touch her shoulder.

​In a flash, before anyone could even see her move, Johnathan was on the floor. His arm was twisted behind his back, and a small, silver blade was pressed against his throat. The laughter in the room stopped instantly. It was so fast that Rufus actually dropped his glass, the red wine staining his shoes.

​"Say that again," she whispered into Johnathan’s ear.

​Johnathan’s face went pale. He tried to move, but the more he struggled, the deeper the blade pressed into his skin. He could feel his own heart beating against the cold metal. "Okay! Okay! Let go!" he choked out.

​She released him as quickly as she had grabbed him and stepped back, tucking the blade away into a hidden pocket on her thigh. She acted like nothing had happened. Johnathan scrambled up, his face red with embarrassment, but he didn't say another word. He just moved back to his spot by the wall, rubbing his neck.

​Lucien clapped his hands together, a genuine smile on his face. "Impressive. Speed like that is rare. But speed is one thing; killing a Mafia Lord is another. Antonio says you’ve been trained for years. Tell me, do you know who the Dark Dragon boss is?"

​The Blood Goddess turned her gaze toward Lucien. "I know he is protected by the best security in the country. I know he never sleeps in the same place twice. And I know that no one who has tried to kill him has ever lived to tell the story."

​"And you think you're different?" Rufus asked, finally finding his voice.

​"I don't think. I know," she said firmly. "The problem with your men is that they go in with noise and guns. They try to overpower him. You can't overpower a man like that. You have to get close. You have to make him think he’s in control until the very second his heart stops beating."

​Antonio nodded. "That's the plan. We aren't sending her in to start a war. We're sending her in to infiltrate. We have a lead. The Dark Dragon boss is looking for a new personal assistant—someone he can trust, someone who isn't connected to any of the rival clans. We’ve built a fake identity for her. She’ll go in as a regular girl looking for work. Once she’s inside his house, once she’s in his bedroom... she’ll finish it."

​The men around the table began to murmur. The plan was risky, but it was smart. If she could get past the guards, the boss would be an easy target.

​"What about the 'attraction' part?" one of the younger guys joked, trying to lighten the mood. "What if he falls for her?"

​The Blood Goddess looked at the man, her expression stone-cold. "Men like him don't fall in love. They fall into traps. And I am the best trap you have ever seen."

​Rufus leaned forward, his bloodshot eyes studying her. "If you fail... if you get caught and tell them we sent you... I will find everyone you ever cared about and wipe them out. Do you understand?"

​She took a step closer to Rufus, leaning over the table until she was just inches from his face. "I don't have anyone left to care about, Rufus. The Night Owl made sure of that. If I fail, I’ll be dead before they can even ask my name. But I won't fail. Just make sure the money is ready when I get back."

​Antonio smiled. "The deal is set then. Tonight, the Blood Goddess starts her journey into the Dragon’s den. We provide the equipment, the background, and the target. She provides the body."

​"The Dark Dragon boss is a monster," Lucien warned. "He’s known for being cruel. They say he can smell a liar from a mile away. You have to be perfect."

​"I am perfect," she replied.

​She turned around and walked back toward the sliding doors. As she left, the room felt empty again, the heavy tension returning. The men looked at each other, some with hope, others with fear. They knew that from this moment on, there was no turning back. Either the Dark Dragon dies, or the Night Owl Organisation is finished.

​Outside in the hallway, the Blood Goddess stopped for a second. She pulled out a small photo from her pocket. It was old and wrinkled. She stared at it for a long moment before crumpling it in her fist and throwing it into a trash bin.

​The mission was simple: kill the man who everyone feared. But as she walked toward the exit, she felt a strange shiver down her spine. It wasn't fear. It was something else. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was heading toward something that would change her forever.

​The hunt was on.

​TBC...