Unexpected Love With The Mafia Don

The crisp autumn air stung my skin as I stepped out of the plane in the country of Spain.

My heart pounded with the weight of what lay ahead.

This was the price I had to pay for a promotion that I clearly deserved. This was my price for rejecting my boss's advances towards me when I requested a promotion and a raise, all for my sick mother who was battling with sickle cell anaemia.

Life they say is unfair, but mine was beyond that. It was cruel. I had become accustomed to struggling ever since my dad decided to just disappear from my life because he couldn't handle my mother's health crisis anymore.

I had struggled, working and schooling, just to afford my mother's medication and hospitalisation, and had successfully achieved my dream of being an FBI agent.

The dream had slowly become a nightmare when Ia watched the people who had gotten in at the same time with me get promoted to the position of a senior agent, leaving me at the bottom with a salary that could no longer cover my mother's bills.

My boss, chief Slade, thought he could take advantage of my desperation when I had gone to demand my promotion from him. The pervert did not know how much I was willing to prove my worth, even if it meant going to the devil's den to dig out the devil himself.

I cross-checked my handbag for the file I was given, containing the vague information about my target.

Luca Castillo, the don of the Spanish Mafia, was suspected to be responsible for the murder of a prominent council member back in New York.

There were never any tracks leading to him in any of his crimes, but it was obviously him. Everyone just knew it, especially since he never hid his potential when he threatened people. It was like a portfolio for him, yet no one dared apprehend him.

Those who had tried it were always brought back in body bag; cop or civilian. This was a dangerous gamble, but it was the only option I had.

I collected my bags and headed to the arrivals where I was to meet my handler.

"Welcome, agent Rose," a man in dark shades greeted me, a warm smirk on his face. He looked familiar.

"I'm agent Trevor Wright. I'll be your handler for this mission. It's nice to meet you again," he formally greeted, leading the way. I responded with a formal smile.

Agent Trevor Wright, I recalled suddenly. He got into the FBI after me, yet he had been promoted to the position of a senior agent in Spain.

I listened to him talk cryptically about our next location after I got settled into the hotel prepared for me. I barely had three hours before I began the mission.

"Club El'Lobo. That's where he'll be tonight, agent. You're to blend in with the crowd. Just gather more intel on him, and we can move from there," he ordered firmly.

A feeling of jelausy swirled in the pit of my stomach at the way he gave orders.

I bit my lip, painstakingly maintaining the professional smile on my face. "Noted," I stated, zoning him out for the rest of the journey.

I was doing this not just for my sick mother but to prove myself to him and every other agent who had looked down on me.

*

Club El'Lobo.

"Target should be in the club in the next ten minutes. Keep moving, and don't stop until you get to the bar," I heard the sharp voice of Trevor through the tiny device in my ears.

He was seated somewhere in the club with his eyes trained on me and a glass of whiskey in his hands.

I stalked over to the bar, flashing the bartender an innocent smile.

"What would you like to order, miss?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he flexed his muscles while wiping the counter. His Spanish accent weighed in his words.

"I'll have a shot of tequila, please," I murmured. I needed the boost for the perilous task ahead of me.

The loud music in the club made my head ache. Parties had never really been my things, especially with my sick mother. The only clues I had on how to blend in were the ones I had learnt from watching some movies the night before.

I crossed my legs and wore a smile that I hoped would pass as being seductive.

The bartender winked at me as he placed the shot in front of me.

"It's on the house," he stated, his fingers grazing the back of my palms as he handed me the drink.

I pressed my lips into a thin line at the contact. He obviously was reading too much into my act, so I pulled away sharply.