The new mission

Chapter 5: The New Mission

When the car stopped in front of the dilapidated warehouse that served as Jonas' headquarters, I took a deep breath. The place, with its walls covered in graffiti and its smell of rusty metal, didn't look much, but it was here that everything was decided.

A man opened the door before I even knocked. Inside, Jonas was seated in his worn leather chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a satisfied smile on his lips.

— “Nina,” he said when he saw me enter, “the queen of mission impossible.”

I smiled slightly and walked towards him.

— “What do you have for me this time, Jonas?” I asked, curious.

He placed his glass on the coffee table and crossed his fingers.

— “An infiltration mission.”

— “Ah, I already like where this is going,” I replied, crossing my arms, amused.

Jonas stood up and told me to sit across from him.

— “Listen carefully, Nina. This time, we’re aiming big. Hope, the mafia boss who’s been overshadowing us for years.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

— "Hope? The famous Moretti son?"

— “Exactly,” Jonas agreed. “His father ran everything before he died, and now Espoir is at the head of the empire. He is wealthy, powerful, and above all, he has well-filled accounts that would make anyone dream.”

I leaned back in my chair, absorbing the information.

— “And what do you want me to do?”

Jonas smiled, that smile that always announced complications.

— "It's simple. You're going to infiltrate his life. Seduce him, become his girlfriend. Once he trusts you, you bring me everything: information on his operations, access to his accounts, and everything he hides."

I let out an impressed whistle.

— "Don't you want anything else? Maybe I'll steal his soul while I'm at it?"

Jonas laughed softly.

— “Nina, you are the best at what you do. And besides, we are talking about a big fish here. If you succeed, we will be able to put an end to his empire and impose ourselves definitively.”

I think for a moment, my thoughts swirling. A mission like this was both exciting and dangerous. But it was also a golden opportunity.

— “So tell me,” I continued, “what do I need to know about him?”

Jonas grabbed a file from the table and handed it to me.

— "Hope Moretti. 32 years old. Single, but he's not the type to trust easily. He's surrounded by bodyguards, and he never shows his flaws. You'll have to be patient and strategic. He's a businessman on the surface, but behind the scenes, he manages arms trafficking, drugs, and anything else that brings in the big bucks."

I looked through the photos and notes in the file. Hope had a hard, but attractive face. A piercing gaze, features marked by discipline and a life of power.

— “He’s pretty cute for a mobster,” I said with a smirk.

Jonah shrugged his shoulders.

— "Don't get distracted, Nina. He's a shark. But I know you're good at pretending you're in love. And this time, you have no room for error."

I closed the file and looked up at Jonas.

— “Don’t worry, Jonas. I’ll catch that fish.”

He looked at me with pride, then added:

— “I knew I could count on you. So get ready, because this mission is going to ask everything you have.”

As I left the warehouse, I couldn't help but smile. Hope Moretti, head of the mafia, would soon fall into my net. At least that was the plan.

THE POINT OF VIEW OF HOPE

The private club was almost empty that evening. The dim lights created a cozy atmosphere, where the murmurs of conversations and the clinking of glasses seemed distant. I sat in a secluded corner, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring into the darkness beyond the large bay windows.

It was a place I often came to be alone, away from the chaos of the mafia, rivalries, and business. But this evening, even the surrounding calm could not calm the tumult in my head.

My father... always making things complicated, even after he died. This damn will.

I took a sip, savoring the burn of the liquid, as my thoughts swirled around this insane condition.

Three months. Three months to find a woman and get married.

A sigh escaped me. If only he had left the boat unconditionally. Since I was a child, this ship represented a dream. The jewel of his empire. The ship housed the best restaurants in the city, a symbol of luxury and power. And now he was within reach, but with a hindrance that seemed almost impossible.

Marriage.

I frowned as I looked at my reflection in the glass. None of the women around me were suitable. It wasn't for lack of meeting women. My bed was never cold, but they were all the same: interested in my money, ready to play games to get a share of my wealth. Whores.

Not a single one of them had the slightest quality to become my wife.

I stood up abruptly, placing my empty glass on the table. I hated feeling stuck, but this time I had no choice. My father knew what he was doing by forcing this marriage on me.

— “Hope Moretti, the man who controls everything except his own life,” I murmured with a bitterness that made me smile ironically.

The room was still silent. Maybe one day I'll thank my dad for this madness. Maybe a woman worthy of the name would come into my life by miracle.

But that evening, the miracle seemed far away.