BOOK ONE ~1~

LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE'S POV

I was in a sleek black Chevrolet Corvette. My bodyguard, Liam was in the seat next to me. We were headed for an abandoned warehouse in downtown London.

I wasn't the kind of girl who lived a normal life, and I didn't think I ever would. How did one describe a life involving guns, knives, seduction, torture, murder, blood and most importantly, power.

I was in the mafia. A life not easy to live, you had got to be one of the best out there. I loved every second of it though, the thrills, chills and kills.

The head tracker and his team had finally been able to locate England's biggest drug lord, Warren Williamson. He used to work under my mafia, but had up and left one day. He didn't go empty handed either, and he needed to be thought a lesson. I was informed that he was planning his next move at a meeting with his cohorts.

I drove. Following the directions Liam spelt out to me, I halted a few blocks away from the old warehouse when we got there.

I had on a black tank top and a black leather jacket over a pair of black jeans. I paired them up with black knee-high boots and shades. We both stepped out of the car, it was time for action.

"What's the plan, Princess?" He asked, his expression unreadable as always.

I put up my hair in a high ponytail as I spoke, "We need to take out the guards as silently as possible, before anything else. There's supposed to be fifteen of them, all guarding only the outside." I reported the information I got from the hackers.

"We'll have to use silenced guns or knives then." He stated as a matter of fact.

I nodded curtly, giving him the hand signal which meant 'let's move'. Using the darkness to my advantage, I run towards the warehouse. I paused at a corner to check my surroundings.

To the right were two stoic guards and to the left were three who looked like they could fall asleep any second. I went for the latter first.

Grabbing three knives strapped to my thigh, I aimed at their chests. I threw a knife each at all of them without sparing a second. I stealthily run over to where they once guarded.

"Two down."

"Three down."

Liam and I whispered simultaneously over our earpieces. It didn't take long for us to take down the ten remaining. By the time we were done, we were both covered in blood and dirt.

"So how are we doing this? My way or yours?" He asked, brushing a thumb over the corner of his lip.

"Last time we had it your way, it's my turn." I smirked.

He nodded in agreement. We reloaded our guns before barging in on the meeting.

"Which one of you forgot to send an invite?" I asked a room of stunned men in black, firing at those closest to me.

"Intruders. Guards!" One of the dealers yelled.

His expression depicted horror when Liam informed him that his precious guards were no more. I was amused at the men reaching for their guns in an attempt to protect their drug lord.

"This shouldn't take too long." Liam stated, firing at four of them while dodging bullets,

His purpose here was to help end this with me unharmed, or else my dad would have his head.

I left the other men for him and headed straight for Warren who was trying to escape. I had to manoeuvre my way to him in an attempt to dodge bullets. I aimed at Warren who was in the lead, shooting both his legs. It sent him to the floor in excruciating pain.

When I was done eliminating him, Liam was also done putting the others to a permanent sleep. He waited cross legged for me at the entrance.

Immediately we got back home, I headed straight for my room. I took a cool shower then changed into fresh clothes. I laid down on my bed, exhausted out of my mind.

The tranquillity of my room lulled me, my body gradually called it a day, until they happened.

"Renée, is your phone switched off?" Jo asked when he barged into my room, the others right behind him as usual.

My best friends. The people I grew up knowing my entire life. Jack Oliver Rogers and Jackie Layla Rogers, the twins. Then there was Esme Swan, and John Cullen.

We've known one another since our diaper days, got home schooled together, did crazy stuff together, trained together, and went on assignments together. We made a great team, but due to the differences in our mafia positions we worked together only when it was necessary.

"No, why?" I replied.

Now that Jo mentioned it, where was my phone? I lazily glanced around my room, but I couldn't see it anywhere. Where could I have left it? I had it a few hours ago.

"Ren. Where exactly is your phone?" Jackie asked in amusement.

Okay let me rewind to when I woke up: My alarm rung, I went to the gym to workout, took a bath, went on today's assignment, bumped into my annoying broth...

"Calvin!" I yelled in anger.

Calvin, my annoying elder brother and only sibling. We pretty much looked nothing alike. I had my dad's dirty blonde hair and his blue eyes, but Calvin had his dad's reddish brown hair and our mum's lighter shade of blue eyes.

For someone who was about to take over the English mafia, unfortunately, he sure was childish and not to mention reckless.

"You called, Renée?" Cal appeared out of nowhere with a perplexed look on his face.

He sure was a great actor, but I wasn't in the mood for games.

"You know, that I know, that you know, why I called, so let's make this easy for you and handover my damn phone." I snapped.

I loved him and all, but he could be pretty annoying sometimes.

"Oh, this one. Sorry, it fell when we collided and I thought it was mine." He lied casually, removing the phone from his pocket and stretching it out towards me.

"Renée he's returning the phone nicely, just take it." Esme cajoled, noticing my murderous expression.

He tossed it in my direction before I could take it myself. That was a really stupid idea on his part. He had the worst aim on earth.

This was why his weapons never consisted of arrows, guns, knives or anything that needed aiming. His assignments never involved assassination, and when they did, he was giving a partner.

My phone whizzed past me, and hit Jo in the face. Ouch! That was going to leave a mark.

"Bloody hell! What the fuck Cal?!" Jo yelled, rubbing the spot it had hit.

"Come on, love. Let's go put some ice on that." Jackie stated, walking out with her raging boyfriend.

MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POV

I lazily turned my body over, hoping for my arm to slam down onto the empty side of my bed, but a guy could dream. Instead of the cold, empty sheets, my arm came down on a warm, breathing body.

What the hell?!

I unwillingly jolted out of bed to look at the intruder. I calmed down a bit when I noticed it was just Delilah. Funny! I couldn't seem to recall doing anything with her last night.

I quickly got out of bed and entered the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, then took a warm shower. When I headed out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, she had woken up.

"Querido, why didn't you wake me up? We could have showered together." She spoke in a sultry tone, strutting towards me. (Darling)

Among the women that I had had something to do with, Delilah was the best so far. That was why I'd kept her around longer than most. She also understood that our relationship had no feelings involved. The others I had fucked, also wouldn't understand that I didn't do love and commitment.

"Delilah, what exactly went down last night?" I asked. I was not sure why, but I just needed to know.

"We just had a couple of drinks and went to bed. You complained of exhaustion." She continued to speak seductively, running her sharp manicured nails over my well defined abs.

I dressed up immediately she disappeared into the bathroom. I left my room for the kitchen to get something to eat.

"You spent the night with another gold digger, correcto?" My mum spoke up in annoyance on seeing me. (Correct)

She was always like this anytime I had someone over. She just couldn't understand why I wouldn't settle down with a lady, but rather wasted my life away with whores.

Although I trusted that Delilah wasn't a gold digger, it was best not to mention it to my mum.

"Aunt Rodríguez, please let him be. He'll change sooner or later. They always do." Mike stated.

Was he fucking kidding me?! Hell, no!

Soledad Amy Pérez, Carlisle Smith, Michael González and Mandy Lisa Reyes were my close associates. They sat at the table with my mum.

"Yeah, I don't think any girl in her right mind would want to marry a walking STI." Soledad stated casually, gesturing to me with a flick of her hand.

What the hell?! I was definitely not a walking STI. I went for regular check-ups.

"¡Eh!" I could only mutter. (Hey)

"I don't think we need to worry about my son being a walking STI anymore, because he's getting married to a woman of his choice in six months. And he has up to three of those six months to pick a wife or else I'll do it for him myself. Good luck, son!" My dad stated and walked briskly out of the kitchen.

The fuck?!