Black Roses.

Kayla " The leader of the scorpions will be at club zero, and I want you to bring him to me, unharmed," my dad says, arranging endless papers on his desk. " What time?"  " 6 in the evening, take Thomas with you," " Okay, Dad, I will,"  The scorpions are a small gang in town. My dad does supply them with drugs and guns, but lately, they have been misbehaving. Taking stuff and failing to pay on time pisses my dad off, so he needs to have a little chat with the leader. We both know what the 'little' chat means. Being a mafia princess is nothing like walking in the park and spending daddy's money. I am trained to be a leader and how to handle business, and I go on every mission alongside my father. I specialise in knives and guns, and I'm very good at it, perks of training for a long time. So in case my dad is not around, business goes on just fine. He trusts me with small missions like this one, and so far, I haven't failed him, I am practically his heiress, so I have to be perfect. When I get married to Carl in the future, the two mafias will be joined as one, and Carl will lead them both. " Be careful, honey, okay?"  "I will, Dad," I assure my dad as I get up. He never stops worrying. The day Grayson kidnapped me, I was shopping and out of nowhere, I was grabbed from behind and drugged, making me unconscious. It was a clean abduction, and the place he took me was untraceable. When I was rescued, they ambushed the vehicle I was being transported in. The man is smart, and I know taking him down won't be an easy job. I still haven't forgotten about the rose and the note from yesterday. I checked the CCTV footage of our house, but I saw nothing that could give me a lead. Whoever it was, the fucker must be smart. I haven't told Dad yet because I don't want to add to his worry. I can't do that to him. He has a lot on his plate already. Could it be Carl? Why would Carl send me a black rose? I keep replaying it in my head, and it sends cold shivers down my spine. I could have suspected Greyson, but he thinks I'm dead. So who might that be? It's 5 pm and I am already set to go. I am wearing combat camo high waist shorts, a white cropped top, thigh-high heeled boots, and a big jacket. My guns and knives are safely tucked in my jacket pockets. Rule number one: always be prepared. Thomas is waiting on his bike, and I go for my shiny red sports Honda. I don't know what it is with bikes, but I will always choose them over a Porsche. This baby here is the love of my life. "Ready," He says, starting his engine.  " Yeah, let's get this over with," I say, speeding away, and he races after me. I love the feeling of freedom the ride gives me. How the wind caresses and blows my hair is amazing. The only time I feel like myself. Also, I am a damn good racer. The club is packed like always. It  holds all kinds of horny fuckers, women with less clothing, and there is a prominent smell of cigars and weed in the air. Don't forget the extremely loud music and sweaty, drunk bodies tangled on the dance floor. It's suffocating. We head for the bar, the Perfect spot to locate your target Ordering a Coke, I sit on one of the stools, sipping quietly as I keenly look around. I can't afford to have liquor in my system in the middle of the mission. "Watch out for Matt," I remind my partner. Don't get me wrong, when a man sees enough cleavage and a bigger ass, he completely loses focus, and it's only right that I remind him we are here on a mission. Looking around, I locate laughing Matt at the far end of the room surrounded by women in skimpy clothing. He must be having the time of his life. So fucking distracted. "Let's get this over with." I abandon my drink and get on my feet. However, someone catches my attention before I can move any further; he's a big, masculine man with a bald head and tatted skin. The man is on a phone call with a cigar hanging loosely on his dark lips. What stops my movements is when he mentions Carl's name. " Jessica is with him," he says in a thick Russian accent. " Yes, Carlos Moreno is going down today, if she doesn't complete the job we have men surrounding him, no way he's getting out of there alive," he adds, laughing at his almost achieved goal. Fuck Carl. They always think with their dicks. The woman he's with is going to kill him, and if she doesn't, he's still not getting out of there. What's with men and pussy? I didn't expect him to wait for me, but damn. I look at Thomas to see if he heard him, and he did.  "Come with me," I say, leading him back to the front doors. " Call my dad and have him send backup. I am going after Carl." I just can't let him die if I can save him. "And don't let Matt and the Russian get away. Keep an eye on them until Dad gets here,"  "You can't go there alone, princess. You should at least wait for backup," Thomas disagrees, appearing concerned. "And have Carl die? You heard the Russian Tom, he's surrounded, and every second we waste could cost his life." I groan in displeasure. " Boss will kill me," he mumbles, looking down defeatedly. I know how protective Dad is when it comes to me, but Carl might be in trouble right now. "Don't waste time and just call the backup?" I say, getting on my bike. Funny thing, I don't even know his location. I try calling his number several times, but it goes straight to voicemail. Guess he didn't want distractions while having fun. Damn Carl. I didn't expect you to be so stupid. "Can you locate that number, please?" I ask our IT man through the phone after texting him Carl's number.? "On it, princess. It's on Creek Street near Lion's strip club." I hung up immediately, and go full speed towards the said location. I hope I am not late when I get there. It doesn't take long before the sound of gunshots welcomes my ears. Grabbing my gun, I slow down my pace to assess my surroundings. It's a dark alley where no one will even hear you scream. How the hell did he even get here? Carlos is surrounded and outnumbered. He's standing in the middle of at least 10 gunmen with both guns pointed at him. There are two snipers at the top of the building opposite where Carl is. Lesson two: If you get a chance to kill your enemy, do it quickly; procrastinating will only cost you your life. Just like these fuckers are doing. I'm sure they're mockingly laughing at him because they believe they're taking down Carlos Moreno. If I take down the snipers first, they will completely lose cover. So, putting a silencer on my favourite gun, I double-shoot the snipers before they can comprehend what is happening. My dad always says, 'A mere second can save your life, that's why he trained me to strike faster and swiftly. Now that they're taken care of, I ambush the oblivious fuckers surrounding Carl. I ride full speed towards the group. They get distracted by the roaring engine, giving me a chance to throw one of my guns to Carl. The man catches it swiftly and starts to take them down one by one. I grab the other gun and start shooting steadily at them, making sure to hit the bullseye. They trail bullets towards me, making me ride in rounds to give myself room to fight back. One fucker creeps behind Carl and points a gun at his head. I point my gun at him and pull the trigger, only to realise I am out of bullets and Carl is not even aware of the impending danger. Fuck. Getting off my bike, I jump towards him, planting both of my knees in his chest, and we both fall down, as our bodies roll on the ground. The gun flies out of his hands, giving me a chance to grab one of my blades and plant it in his neck. Turns out they had more men around because they keep coming, and anytime from now, we will be outnumbered again. No matter how strong and trained we are, we can't fight an entire armed army with our bare hands. We need ammo and backup. As if on cue, they finally arrive, and I don't know if they're mine or Carl's, but the enemy starts falling one by one. The gunshots gradually die down, indicating the fight is almost over. The bitch Carl was with decides it's the best time to come after me. The infamous Jessica. She's wearing a black tight minidress with abundant cleavage. Looks like her huge breasts might fall out of the clothing anytime she bends. That's what lured Carl. Poor man. "You ruined my mission whore" she shouts bitterly, pointing her gun at me. Wow! I didn't notice I was the whore. I wonder looking between us. Not giving her time to pull the trigger, because trust me, it only takes milliseconds for a bullet to blow your brains out. I aim my blade at the hand holding the gun before releasing it, and I watch amazed as it swiftly slices through her fingers. She drops to her knees, howling in pain. Bitch didn't expect that. Perfect. "No, you ruined mine," I whisper, cuffing her wrists with the cuffs I was supposed to use on Matt. I'm not killing her because I'm sure Carl has questions she has answers to. Just in case the Russian escaped. " That was so hot, bestie," a voice says behind me, and I turn around to see another man I don't recognise, yet. He has long blonde hair with shiny blue eyes. He has a nose ring and another on his lower lip; he's not as masculine as the others, but he looks strong regardless. "Oh my bad, I'm Theodore. Call me Theo." he brings his hand forth for a handshake, but I hesitate to take it. "Stand down, Theo, and where the fuck were you fuckers at?" Carl shouts at them angrily, and everyone looks down in fear. Damn. Isn't that hot? "Someone talk before I blow all of your brains out," he growls out pointing the gun at the man next to him. "We were ambushed on our way here, boss," another man explains, coming forward. "Idiots, I'm paying you for nothing, get out of my sight." he lowers the gun, and they scare away. He looks at the bitch on the floor and back at me with that look again. I have no idea what it means. "Thank you, angel," he whispers for only my ears to hear, his eyes softening. Amazing how he changes personalities so fast. "It was the right thing to do," I say, the exact words he said to me yesterday when I thanked him, and he chuckles, seeming amused. He should laugh more. "How did you know?" he curiously asks, his face hardening again. " I overheard a Russian guy at the club talking, " "Please tell me you got him," he asks, his eyes holding hope, and I shrug. " I did," I smirk at my achievement, and he smirks back. "Good. I like my woman smart," he says, making me roll my eyes at him. And I don't like a man whore. "We talked about you rolling your eyes at me, angel." I ignore him and get on my bike. I give the scene one last glance before speeding away, followed closely by my dad's men. He has some serious cleaning up to do When I reach my house, I go straight to the bathroom to clean out the blood and dirt from my body. And behold, another surprise awaits me on my dressing table. Another black rose and a note with the same cursive writing in red; ' Nice saving the day, princess. I wonder who will save you from me?' This can't be Carl. Who the fuck is this person? I groan, punching my dressing mirror hard, and the shards of broken glass scatter noisily around the room. Ignoring my bleeding knuckles, I grab my hair tightly, almost breaking my skull. Who is out to torment me?