"No sign of any guard. Did you lure them up, Lora?" I asked from the intercom in my ear as I hurried inside the door that Sabrina unlocked by hacking into the security system of the Mansion.
"The outside is secured, boss, now it's your turn. Get them out." She said. We were at the Alexandria; which was a big old mansion of the late Sir Lucifer Duskborne, also known as 'The King of Mafias'. He had named his mansion after the birth of Alexander Duskborne, his firstborn son and the successor of the Mafia family business. Unlike the very gentleman-ish behavior for which his father was famous for, Alexander was more of a gold-digger type of son.
According to their family history, even though he was a world-renowned Mafia Boss, Lucifer never disrespected any woman he met in his entire life. He fell in love with one woman and married the same one, who became the only mother of Alexander and his younger twin brother and sister, Derek Duskborne and Olivia Duskborne. Yes, they were the exact copy of their elder brother; gold-diggers, addicted to sex and drugs.
Great. Lucifer must be very proud of you shit-heads.
Because of this addiction, Alexander became famous for his work in human trafficking; that means, he literally caged innocent women, children, and even men in his mansion for his own pleasure after buying them as fucking puppets from the underground market after giving the highest bidding to buy them. His younger brother and sister were just taking advantage of this and took pleasure out of it as well.
Disgusting.
God knows how much they have tortured those innocent people for their own personal and sexual benefits. Our intel tells us that they even sold those victims who refused to obey their orders or even tortured them brutally until they gave up on living and die.
Psychotic horny bitches.
Today was Alexander's thirty-fifth birthday. Hence, he arranged an all-Mafia Party, to where one of the most renowned Mafia bosses of the underground world were invited. Including me.
Yes, I am a Mafia too.
But I was one of the good Mafias, like Lucifer. I never intended on coming into this dark world filled with bloodlust. You can say that I was one of the unfortunate ones who had to enter into this dark world because of the collateral situation of huge financial debt. After working under another world-renowned Mafia, I paid off the entire debt that my parents had held against that man and then I killed him.
Dropped down his entire organization with the help of my girls, Sabrina Champhert and Lora Radisson. The unfortunate ones like me.
After that incident, my girls and I also became famous for our work of wiping out an entire underground org in just one night. The Villainesses, our organization was completely handled by ladies and I became their Leader.
Our org's one true motive is to kill those bastards who disrespect women in any kind of way.
Well, technically to kill those people who are adversely connected to the human trafficking network.
I had successfully sneaked into the basement where he kept all of the victims locked. I was quietly walking down the dark basement corridor with bare lighting when I heard a faint sound of footsteps approaching from the back. It was a single-way corridor hence no way around. I sort of started to panic as I began to hear those footsteps coming closer, just then someone grabbed me by covering my mouth and my waist and pulled me hard into one of the dark cabinets.
The cabinet was small and the person who had grabbed me into this cabinet was huge like Hulk so I started wiggling tremendously until that person slightly pinched my waist and shushed me.
How dare he.
He shushed me again as my voice sounded muffled against his large hand which covered my mouth. I wiggled again as his grip grew tighter,
"Stay still, will you, darling?" He said while holding me in his arms tightly.
That voice.
I know that voice very well.
Just when I was going to rip that fucking hand out of my mouth I heard the voice of footsteps outside the cabinet.
We both froze. I could see two men from an old crack of the cabinet's door through which the dim light came inside. Two men, both carrying an AK47 Gun in their hands as they walked through. Just when they were about to pass through our cabinet completely one of the men's radio went off.
"Come in, Zack? Coby? Come in?" the man on the radio said.
"Yeah, what up?" One of the men, I believe Zack answered.
"The two twins that we bought off last month, are not behaving properly again. Madam Duskborne wanted to 'play' with them but you know how the new ones behave."
"Alright, better take a look at them. Or even give them a punishment? What do you say, man?" Zack chuckled and asked Coby to which he agreed by nodding his head while smirking like an idiot.
God, I wanted to throw up on each of their faces and rip apart their organs. Only if this 'Hulk' hadn't shown up here.
The two men went toward the basement while chatting about how they would 'punish' those victims.
Fucking idiots.
As they went out of sight, I bit the man's hand which had been clearly suffocating me for the last two minutes straight, and dashed out of the cabinet, breathing the fresh air which I really needed.
"Oops! Sorry for suffocating you like that, love." He said as he winked at me while plastering a smirk on his lips.
"Jackson 'The Douchebag'. It has been a while."
"Your Majesty." He said and bowed. His black eyes never left mine as he took my hand and kissed it like the perfect gentleman he was.
"What are you even doing here? Didn't I tell you not to follow me around? I mean, what is your obsession with me anyway?" I said, slightly irritated by his presence. Trust me when I say that sometimes he acts like a baby even though he carries out one of the most successful drug cartels around the world. You can say that Jackson Tailor was my 'Frenemy'. I had always tried to sabotage many of their cartels because most of them were mostly delivered here, at the Alexandria, but this man was always clever.
"Valarie, you are not the only mafia around the world who wants to end what the new Duskbornes are carrying out in their basement," he said while he slowly came closer to me; I stood my ground as his face was inches away from mine as our eyes locked, I became completely lost in those mistful black eyes, all I could see in those eyes was my face but the way they looked at me was enough to make me weak in the knees, as we held that stare his warm hand went up to my waist and closed the side zip of my black party dress which took me by surprise as I turned my gaze down to that zip which was now perfectly closed. He took a phone out of his black coat's pocket and showed it to me,
"Know this lady?",
I looked at the video that it showed. It was a video of a famous movie star Rosaline M'carthy getting kidnapped and thrown into a grey minivan as he continued, "this happened four days ago. According to my friend in the government, the CIA and other official government agencies are now in search of her. And I just talked to Derek, he said that a new 'birdie' has arrived in the cage for his brother."
I was confused. Is this guy really a Mafia? Because I thought mafias and the government never worked together.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold that train. You? A Mafia? Working together with the government? How is that even possible?" I asked.
"Well, technically I am not working for the government, it's just," he sighed, "I might owe the government a teeny-tiny favor so...but the point is! We both have one common goal and that is to save those innocent people and hence I'd like to offer you a deal." He said with a smirk on his naturally pink lips.
How does he even have more beautiful lips than mine?
"What kind of deal?" I asked, my brow raised.
"You help me evacuate Rosaline with the other people safely out of this freaky mansion and I'll go out on a date with you."
"No."
"Okay, that was fast."
I groaned and let out a sigh, "Look, I'll help you, but just this once! Only because our motive is the same."
"Great." He said while giving me a smile.
There was something about that smile that gave me an eerie feeling in my chest. Let's just hope teaming up with the Drug Mafia won't create any issues in the future of this mission, or else, Jackson is fucking dead.