Blue; The Mafia's Angel

Chapter Five: Angel's Rising

Blue Pov

I was halfway to the gate when the guard’s flashlight caught me, the beam hitting my sneakers like a spotlight.

“Hey! "Who’s there?” His voice was sharp, boots crunching gravel as he stepped closer. My heart slammed against my ribs, but I wasn’t about to let him stop me—not with the Angels waiting. I grabbed a rock from the dirt, chucked it hard to my left. It clattered against a trash can, loud and messy. The guard spun, his light jerking away. “What the—?” I didn’t wait. I shoved the gate open, slipped through, and ran, my breath ragged, the cold air biting my face.I didn’t stop until I hit the Bronx, weaving through alleys that smelled like piss and garbage.

The warehouse was a wreck—broken windows, walls tagged with graffiti, the kind of place nobody looked at twice. Inside, six shadows waited under a flickering bulb, their faces hard, eyes sharp.

I locked the door, yanked off my cap, and stepped into the light. “It’s me,” I said, voice low. “Blue.”

A tall, slim, black-eyed girl stood up from the rough table and walked closer to me.

I'm Abigail she said, Abigail Clent,

The other five went ahead to introduce themselves. Cassian, Isla, Zara, Knox and Finn were their names.

" This is our first meeting, but I guess we all know why we are here". I muttered

I was still slightly shaken about being caught earlier, and I knew I had to be more cautious from now so I wouldn't get into a mess.

I’m Blue Moore. Vincent Moore’s daughter—my dad beats me, called me ‘useless,’ and above all traded me to Leo Greg to clear his debt.

I formed this group because I believe we are all like-minded people who are victims of brutality by the mafia bosses. Before I go ahead to tell you all about the plan, I would like to know each of your stories. I said sharply, watching each of them and their expressions.

Abigail was first, a bruise fading under her eye.

“ I watched my parents get shot by a mafia hit when I was a kid. Since then, my life has been a living hell, because of those god-damned idiots. "I just wish I could blow them off and hold their skulls in my hand". Abigail said bitterly.

I could feel the hatred within her, and I just knew right there that she was good enough to be an 'Angel'.

"What are you good at?" I asked her.

I need to know what each of them is good at and how we could improve, because the mission ahead was a very tough one, so we needed to get prepared.

"I'm a good fighter", she responded slowly.

" How good," I asked.

"I can take down 6 men alone," she responded with a hint of pride in her voice.

The others went ahead to introduce themselves and what they were good at. Cassian was a sniper, Isla was a planner and strategist, Zara was good with systems, she could hack, and with that I knew we would be working together. Knox was in the military and could supply weapons. He could fight as well, and Finn was a driver.

Each of them had a past story to tell, from Zara being framed by a mafia boss who was her lover and served time in jail to Knox, who watched his wife raped and killed before him by another mafia boss, made them suitable for the group.

"Our mission is to take down the mafia boss of boss," I told them plainly. I'm Mafia blood and I know that if we take whoever is the mafia boss of boss down, the person who did that, given is mafia blood, automatically becomes the boss of boss.

"Once we take him down, I will become the boss of boss, and we can each take our revenge on our perpetrators," I explained calmly to them.

It was a good plan but a tough one to execute, because rumors spread about the boss of boss that he was a deadly man and would kill anything, just with a snap of his finger.

I asked if they were all with me in this plan, and they agreed to it. Most of them had nothing to lose and all they wanted was to get revenge. But I saw this as not just an opportunity to seek revenge on my father, but also one to get power.

After the meeting, we all left after agreeing to meet once every month. We agreed to lie low until we could get everything required for the mission. And also to keep our identity hidden as we swore to secrecy.

I took a twisted route back, blood still pumping. The angels were real now, my war was alive. But as I neared the mansion, dread sank in. Luca, Leo’s scarred enforcer, had eyes like a hawk. If he’d clocked me missing, I was finished. I crept to the side door, hands shaky, sliding the pin into the lock. It clicked—then a hand clamped my shoulder, Luca’s voice a blade in the dark: “Where have you been, Blue?” My breath stopped, the game over.