"It's a code purple." The Airpods in my ears buzzed. I smiled and uncrossed my legs at the thrilling news.

Wonder what blind bat's making his way into my territory this time.

"The Skull 'N' No Roses gang was seen entering the building five minutes ago. They weren't in their bloody outfits, so I think they're just here to chill, Ma'am. But we couldn't tell if they were armed or suspic—"

"Armed or armless, Frank, they're all going to end up with no arms tonight. Just keep an eye on them and fill me in on any juicy update you get your eyes on." My eyes sparkled with delirious joy. These fools don't even have a clue about what's going on behind the bars, what a pity. They always make it easy and clean for me to wipe them out.

"Lizzie," I connected to the second wing in charge of the entrances, who's also my best friend. A small buzzing sound confirmed our pairings and immediately sent my message to her.

"Viola!" Her lovely screams are what welcomed me instantly but nevertheless, I didn't complain.

"How's the front line keeping up, Lizzie?" I chuckled, knowing fully well that an eye roll was coming right at me.

"Horrible, Viola. Ho-rri-ble!" She spat out the words in a whining tone, making me bite my lips from giggling. "The men here makes me feel so short, and I don't like being short."

Lizzie was the baby of my gang, literally. Seventeen years old, but one of the most skilled members I have so far.

Thanks to the hardcore trainings I gave her, Lizzie is no more the child I knew her to be. In my eyes, she was already a grown woman.

The advantage to her age is that nobody would take her seriously—for any suspicious activity that is. Well, most people underestimated a Seventeen year old mafioso and ended up where they are now.

The grave.

Lizzie's a heck of a childish teenager, but one who plays with knives as if they were toys.

The first day I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was the one. The untapped gifts hiding behind those big, brown eyes convinced me enough. And I'm glad to this day that I didn't let that motherfucker get to her.

Speaking of motherfuckers . . .

"Did you see the motherfucker with them?" I picked up the wine glass in front of me, smiling gratefully as the girls in white aprons approached me with bottles of beers and champagnes.

Who said a waitress can't get served? I let out a chuckle at that thought. Thanks to my job, I'll forever remain in the shadows, unnoticed.

"Meh, keep 'em for later when I come back with a prickless Riccardo." I waved them dismissively, only for jumbled cusses to be thrown right into my hearing.

"Fuck this."

"Eh? Fuck you too!"

I spat out the juice lingering in my throat, nearly choking on it in the process.

"What the fuck, Liz? I thought I told you to stay down! Wait, did you just throw cuss words at a Mafia?!"

She groaned and exhaled deeply. A sign that she was trying to calm herself down.

"No, Viola. It's him."

I narrowed my eyes, hoping that this him was the one my guns were craving for tonight. "Which of the him, Liz?"

"Riccardo de fucking Lonzero."

Five minutes passed, but there was silence from the both of us, except for the sounds of her heavy breathing from the line and clicking of her tongue.

"Lizzy Silvestri. You punched him . . . didn't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good girl." I purred, pouring out the delicious red wine into my golden glass cup. I loved this girl. "I trust you to do things I needed done in the moment of my absence. That's why you're my second wing, Liz." I shook my head with a smile. "You know exactly what's in my mind."

Her shy chuckles reached my ears subtly. And of course, I contacted her infectious reaction and chuckled back. "But don't get carried away, baby girl. We don't want them to be caught off guard right now, do we?"

I pursed my lips when I was replied back with snifflings. "What's wrong, Lizzie?"

With another sniffle, she answered, "I've been waiting for you to call me that. I missed that nickname so much."

Awww's are not really my thing, but for her, I was ready to become anything—from the moon to the sun—and that's what makes me have this weak spot for her. I've tried countless of time to push them all behind me, but she'll always be the one to bring out my soft spots. Especially at the worst moments.

That's why I fear letting her know about my weakness for her, getting her entangled into another fucker's hands as a means of threat is the last situation I need right now. And I, Mafia Purple, would never let that happen.

"Oh gosh, stop embarrassing me this girl. Get your shit together before people sees you as a drunkard and mistake you for a stalker." That's right, our Airpods are hidden. Can't let anyone know about our little network channels in the club.

And with a drunk Lizzie, this is going to be harder than I thought.

She huffed. "Finee! He's already being carried to the VIP room, no one would suspect a thing now. . ."

"That's good. So, what ab—"

"Besides, I didn't knock him that hard. He tried to make a pass on me, so I made the thing that was reaching out for a buttshake pass out instead."

"Buttshake?" Not expecting this, I burst into a round of laughter, nearly knocking down my golden baby.

Nearly. I gulped.

"So, you gave his dick a slapfive instead?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, Lizzy. I just don't know what to do with you." I chuckled and this time took more than a sip from my glass before speaking again, "As much as I'm proud of you, I'll need you to do something for me."

"Kill? I'm right ahead of you." Before I could even answer, a dull clanging sound of metals echoed through the links. Did this girl seriously do what I think she did?

"Yes, Lizzy, no—not right now. Put down the bloody knives right now, geez!"

"Oh." I could almost see the frown on her face, but shrugged it off. "Then what?"

"If the motherfucker wants to dance, we'll give him the perfect jam for that."

"Oh. My. Knives! Yes! Are you saying what I think you're saying?!"

Grinning, I replied, "Yes, Lizzy. Get the best strippers ready for tonight, cause I'm coming in."

What do you think about the first chapter? Don't worry, it'll only get better—I promise!

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