Enchanting the Mafia Don

Athena

The FBI was a rather busy place. With the legalization of guns, drug trafficking, and a lot of other shit that made the world a terrible place, they had their hands full. It was easy then, for me to slip through their crowd of agents unnoticed. I walked into the headquarters, dressed in black pants and a blue shirt that half the agents present wore. A few nods here and there would make it seem like I belonged there- and maybe I did.

I caught my reflection on one of the glass windows of a unit. My caramel brown hair was tied into a strict ponytail, leaving my green eyes to pop out. I narrowed my eyes and pressed my full lips into a thin line.

Maybe I didn't fit in there at all.

"You in?" Frederick's raspy voice reached my ears through the earpiece stuck in it, breaking my reverie.

"What do you think?" I asked, climbing down a set of stairs into the basement. "Last I checked this earpiece thingy doesn't work if I am not in the vicinity, Freddy,"

"Cheeky as always, kiddo," He grunted. "Get your ass in here quickly."

"Well you sound excited," I mumbled, approaching a steel door that was bolted shut. Right on it was a facial detector and a fingerprint machine.

With an impatient sigh, I placed my finger and face in the detecting range. "This new job better be exciting."

The door opened after a beep, revealing a unit of the FBI that only a selected few knew about. The Undercover Ops. Behind the doors were cyber geniuses and several specialists in all the fields of crime, a fucking mine of information. And at the center of it, all was Frederick Gonzalez, my foster father.

"Huzzah!" Someone yelled as I walked in. "The goddess herself has arrived!"

"Shut up Cole-" I snapped and would have continued if my voice didn't drown in the sea of my colleagues as they hooted and hollered.

My face flamed up slightly but I kept the glare stuck on my face. "Do you all not have something better to do?!"

"Ah come on Athena," Cole teased, approaching me. "Don't be such a downer. Give yourself some credit. Woman, you single-handedly infiltrated Eduardo's Casita and exposed his ass to the breeze!"

"I did it all with your help," I mumbled, stepping away from him.

"Of course, modest as always!" He yelled, clapping his hands. The crowd joined him and I closed my eyes pushing through them, ignoring their smiles and muttered words. I had simply done my job.

Nothing more, nothing less.

"That was quite the reception," Frederick teased when I eventually managed to enter his office. His glass walls made it easy for him to see everyone and for everyone to see him. His brown eyes were filled with mirth as he gestured to the seat before him.

"I'd rather stand," I sniffed, folding my hands. "I don't like being here for too long. Makes me feel fucking naked."

He chuckled and nodded. I followed the movement of his salt and pepper hair as he slid a file across the desk. "Here's your next target,"

"Who is he?" I asked, picking up the file. Frederick simply shrugged and gestured for me to open it.

I frowned, my eyes narrowed into slits as I looked up at him and then back at the opened file in my hands. The name, Luciano Moretti, glared at me. "No fucking way. I'll kill him and you know that!"

"No you won't," Frederick deadpanned.

"I'll fucking kill him!" I screamed, tossing the file on his desk. "You know how bad I want to kill him. How much I want to see him suffer. You can't give me this assignment and not expect it to get compromised. I hate him, Frederick! I hate him so much I have spent the past two years thinking about stabbing his fucking eyes out!"