Incognito: Sweet Submission

Chapter 4

Alice

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I ran a slender hand over my knee, my gaze was locked on the laptop in front of me on the bed. I had skillfully escaped through a secret door of the club that I used to get in and out and requested the footage from Walsh's club from last night and has been scanning through ever since.

Walsh was among the crowd, and like everyone else, he was in a line being led towards an FBI pickup vehicle outside. The line was monitored by two agents, one on each side of the van door. Other agents were scanning the area. I slightly straightened when the man from last night appeared in the line of the camera, his jacket was replaced with a black bulletproof vest, but no FBI bib.

So he wasn’t FBI, I deduced. Then he must be from the CIA.

I zoomed in on his face, he was sporting a small cut over his right eye; a minor repercussion to our fight. It was a shame to scratch that beautiful face but I couldn't help myself. I had a purely rigid relationship with law enforcers for obvious reasons.

"You should’ve killed him.” Lance rolled over on the bed to face me. I forgot he came straight to me last night after he returned, to sate my urges.

His face was set in stone, he shared the same sentiments about lawmen, especially feds, they were always a thorn in operations. Some agents always wanted to be the hero. As my father's right hand man, he had a lot of run-ins with them.

"He wasn't just a cop, he’s a CIA agent." I pointed out and slammed the laptop shut and slid from the bed. I wrapped the spread around my naked body and allowed it to drag behind me as I stalked to the floor-to-ceiling window. I pulled the curtains aside, revealing the lush lawn with a row of crowned trees below them.

"So? And how many of those do we have on our payroll?" I heard him get up from the bed. His tone was sharp, too sharp for my liking. He placed his arm around my shoulder and attempted to peck her on the cheek. I tilted my head to the other side, my lips pressed into a thin line, mornings and kisses, plus me, did not mix.

Ever.

Lance was getting a little too comfortable for just s*x.

"We don’t have any, my father does." Lance's arm stiffened on my shoulder for a while before he started caressing it. Seconds later a man appeared on the lawn and patted his head twice with two fingers. I nodded in understanding and turned to Lance. "Dad wants to see us outside and please don't kiss me."

He was taller than I was, and so muscular that he could pass for an athlete. His shaggy blonde hair fell down his chiseled face which added so much to his s*x appeal. His legs were muscular, and he had a perfectly portioned body, in every aspect. Yet I was his superior. Lance let his hands, purposely going slow over the peak of my breasts, I swatted his hands away and narrowed my eyes.

Our s*x agreement began just a few months ago and we both agreed to keep it strictly black, no hearts and no strings. It was never an issue.

“Fine, I’m done, I swear.” He folded his lips, trying to stifle a laugh. I rolled my eyes and began getting dressed and he followed suit. After we were both done, they made their way down the double winged stairs of the palatial mansion and through the balcony door that I entered from yesterday.

The American crime syndicate was founded by five families, the Caronis, the Salvatores, Garcias, Roberts and Atkins. Each family dated back decades even before the smaller organizations ever thought about coming to the country and whenever the head of a family expired, an heir took over from them.

The current heads of the four families were sitting around a large white table with breakfast edibles lying in front of them, their bodyguards were below them on the lawn where they normally stood during meetings. Dad appeared from a hidden door around the area of the stairs. Lance and I approached him, each standing on either side as we always did. He nodded, acknowledging us.

“Good morning gentlemen.” A cold air settled around dad; he was Don Caroni now. The four men's gaze flickered to him. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?” Judging from his tone, the men's presence in his home was anything but pleasant.

“Nice suit,” Maxwell Atkins pointed out, he was a bald, tanned man and the eldest of the syndicate leaders.

Don Caroni nodded in agreement, straightening the pockets of his Brioni jacket. “It’s custom.” He said.

The other men snorted, “I wouldn’t want to see your suit on gala night.” Maxwell added with a gallant smile.

“Enough chit chat, why are you at my house?”

There was a short pause and the men’s gaze flickered to and fro as if deciding which one of them was to speak. Even though they had similar stature, Don Caroni’s piercing glare was intimidating. “We have some concerns, Lionel.” Jonathan Roberts took the initiative to speak for his comrades. He was the youngest of the members, only forty-two years old and a lot more time to spend in the syndicate if he was to die by natural causes.

“Alright,” Don Caroni sat himself down at the head of the table, I stood in my place with my arms folded, dying to hear what these concerns were. “You know how we do things here, go ahead.”

“We believe that recent events show that the police have been getting information from a source within this organization. They have been intercepting our frequency, capturing our men even when they really shouldn’t.” Pablo Garcia took over from Jonathan. “Everything we discussed for our shipments have been confidential, around this very table.” The man continued, this time more confident.

Dad nodded slowly. “We have discussed this so many times. The only known informant of the police was erased last night.”

I made sure of that.

“I see,” Pablo frowned slightly and there was a brief moment of silence before he spoke again. “Though that may be the case, the attention we are getting from the law enforcement should be enough to delay the alliance between the Russian ambassador. Bringing in that many Russians in the country so publicly will do nothing but raise suspicions.” The same concern that laced his voice moments ago returned.

Since when smuggling people across the border was a trouble for them? I frowned and glanced across at Lance. His face was set in stone, I wondered if he had the same thoughts.

He didn’t reveal any emotions.

“I remember you were saying something different last month Mr. Garcia. In fact, you all did.” Caroni replied, glancing at the other members.

“The Russians are a liability.” Pablo pressed on.

What the hell is happening? My father couldn’t be buying into this bullshit.

“That was before,” he corrected. “I have decided to put my foot down on this one. We all know that you will be using this opportunity to throw your adopted daughter in with the Russians.”

It was true that dad always wanted me to have a strong relationship with the Russian empire, he had always said we had a history of honoring their code no matter the cost. This was the type of ally I would need when I took over from him. But it was obvious Pablo wasn’t talking about a mere alliance.

“My daughter is standing right here! I don’t know how you treat your family Garcia but she is not for sale. She is worth all of your sons put together!” Lionel’s voice rose. Even the men below them turned their attention to the balcony.

I felt anger seeping hotly into my veins, I pressed my right fist into a ball and slightly and rested my other hand on my father’s shoulder to calm him down.

It calmed me down as well before I did something stupid, now was not the time to b***h talk a founder.

But it was the first time any of them even mentioned me in their discussions when in my presence and I was certain it would be the last. Dad patted my hand and met Pablo’s frightened gaze. “But if you want to throw in yours to them, I have no problem with making that happen.”

His eyes widened slightly, clearly he had underestimated how dad would react to his mention of me.

He opened his mouth to speak again but nothing came. Afraid that he spoke another word he would suffer. Now that he openly challenged the Don, the only reason he still caught air was because of their code. A founder cannot be terminated by another's hands, plus his position as a member of the syndicate and a member of society was beneficial.

“Why don’t you say what you came here to say so I can get back to my wife.” Don Caroni urged, he saw right through their façade. This wasn't the only thing they had to say.

Russell, the one member who was silent all this time, poured himself a glass of water and rose it towards Don Caroni then to me. “I apologize for the behavior of Pablo, Don Caroni. He must not be himself today.” He attempted to quash the backlash Pablo may cause on himself.

His tone sounded almost mocking.

Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t quite put a finger on it yet.

After the brief meeting, the men left in their obnoxiously expensive vehicles. Lance went to the firing range to meet with new recruits that he had scouted. And I threaded behind dad slowly as he walked back to his bedroom. The air was still heavy with tension.

“Well that was-” I started.

“They will see you as their equal, Alice.” He assured me without slowing his steps.

“No, it’s not that.”

I could care less about their approval . Ronald's last words sounded cryptic. So much that a very nauseating feeling settled in my stomach. “I’m not sure you should go to Russia.” I told in complete seriousness.

“What?” He stopped and turned to face me. When he saw my expression, his eyes shifted a little.

“I have a bad feeling about this trip.”

He sighed, I knew he had something to say to me. My words came to pass on so many occasions, but what was he taking this chance on? Something told me that I wouldn’t understand if he said it.

I but down on my lip.

“Don’t worry mia cara, Lance will be there to protect me.” He pinched my chin gently.

“You suck at Italian.” I muttered. “Never do that again.” He laughed loudly and I slowly wrapped my arms around him and he pulled me closer in a warm embrace.

"I will be fine." He added.