Devil POV.
I thanked Nikolai and left, he smiled again, he’s been smiling too often during our lunch, and although we haven’t said much, the eyes talk enough. We have plans for later after we end up our work, a very important work as it seems. Find the mole, find who he sells his information to, great fun for me, interrogation, it’s always fun to interrogate someone, especially when they play hard to get, hard to break, not wanting to tell me things.
I left him and went toward a bar to meet my people for the mission, I was only introduced as someone who was here to help, no one called me Devil, I went with an alias name, not my favourite thing to do in the world, I love my name, I loved being the Devil, but for today call me Maria.
I have some Italian blood in me, my mother, god bless her soul, she’s a good-for-nothing woman, too weak to fight, my father had her doing his binding all along, she went with him, with everything he did or said, that including selling me. Mother was half Italian, she taught me a bit, I could lie and say I’m one of them, well I could try, I heard rumours about Nikolai, the Italian mafia head with a Russian name, I’ll fit right in with my darker skin and British accent. But I still had to do a few changes, adding a blond wig over my dark hair, I don’t look that good blond, but I had to change my looks a bit, as for my black eyes, they are now hazel, I looked like a stupid blondie, perfect.
I walked inside the bar, I tried my best to make my accent less prominent, to talk in Italian, although my language was extremely rusty, the last time I talked in Italian was with my mother over ten years ago, if I remember correctly. I walked in with a smile on my face, trying to act all friendly, my gun was hidden in my jeans, my knives hidden in my sleeves, and boots, and I was ready for everything along with my hands for one-on-one fighting.
Walking in I saw several guys sitting at one table, those were my party, a group of guys, they weren’t dressed like Nikolai in suits, they all had jeans on, they were clean looking, some had tattoos but nothing too strange, nothing that says they are all in the same team. I walked toward them, I still had the smile on my face, the fake one but it’s there. I made it to their table, everyone turned to me, they must have been informed about me coming over and joining the party.
“Ciao” I say with a smile before continuing to introduce myself “My name is Maria, you were waiting for me” I say still keeping my smile.
“Chi e questa puttana che e venuta a ficcare il naso nei miei affari?” (Who’s that bitch that came to stick her nose in my business meddle.) One of the guys says in Italian.
“Puttana tua madre” (bitch your mother) I answer him in English, he thought he could disrespect me in Italian and that I won’t understand him, joke on him.
“Now that we got that out of the way, which one of you bitches is in charge?” I ask them, the guy who called me out the first just pouted like a little boy, while the others laughed at him.
“The gattina got nails,” another guy says standing up, and offering me a hand to shake, I shake his hand back with a smile.
“I’m Marco, welcome to the party,” he says, I shake his hand back.
“As I said I’m Maria” I answered him, I had no idea who the one mole was, and Nikolai didn’t either, he had a slight idea about being one of the newbies, but according to his words, it couldn’t be Marco, he’s his right hand, but everyone is a suspect, no one knows who am I, or what I’m doing here. Well they aren’t supposed to know I’m the Devil, my disguise must help too, I was just here to help, I went with my lie, with my cover.
Marco introduced everyone, the guy who was mean to me name was Angelo, he hardly spoke English with anyone, sadly for him I could understand most of the words he said, most of them were bad words about me, he wasn’t very happy about having me with them. It’s not me who he hates, he hates the fact of having a girl along with them in the work, in his retorted mind, he believed that women can’t do men jobs. I had to hold myself back, I just sat back and smiled, hearing everyone, I might look like an idiot but in reality, I was hearing everything, I was observing everyone and everything.
Marco was friendly with everyone, one of the other guys didn’t know what to do really, he’d jump off a bridge he’d do it, he’d do anything Marco said, unless if Marco was the mole, this guy wasn’t the one. Another one, the friend of Angelo, the one who’s only speaking Italian with him, that one was on my radar, finally, the final guy in our group was a quiet one, but quiet guys are always the most dangerous ones.
Matteo, the quiet guy, stayed quiet simply sipping his beer until it was time to leave, he stood up telling everyone it was time to leave, I drove with Marco, and the quiet guy, the other guy had to go with Angelo and co. We made it toward the port, the shipment was said to be a big shipment of drugs, a lie, it’s not even that, but it’s the perfect trap for our mole. Marco was talking to me about the assignment it’s an easy one, all we had to do was ensure the shipment was taken back to the warehouse, and the distribution starts tomorrow. If he’s correct, the mole would tell me about the warehouse, the shipment would be stolen before daylight, and it’s my job to find him then.
I stayed quiet listening to everyone, we made it to the port in no time, and we met with the others, my guy inside Angelo stood next to me, I smiled at the poor guy, he hardly looked above his twenties, and he didn’t seem to be very happy now.
“Trevor isn’t it?” I ask him, and he nods his head yes but the pout stays as it is.
“You okay?” I ask him, I knew he’d break, a drive with Angelo could do that, all he needs is a push and he’ll tell me everything, and he’ll come clean.
“Yeah, Angelo is a bitch, all he speaks is Italian, and from what I understood, he’s not really happy about having you here with us Maria” he says, that’s not really strange for me, but I’m still interested to know a bit more about this Angelo.
“Is he always like that?” I ask him.
“Like what? A jerk? Yes, he is” he replies shaking his head, the guy is clearly done with Angelo and his ways.
“I’m sorry man, it must be hard to work with someone like that” I lie.
“Yeah, he’s always like that, hate anyone who’s not pure blood, who doesn’t understand Italian. I swear he’s so old-minded, it scares me sometimes” he answered.
I just nodded my head to that, we moved and walked in the port, Marco was leading us, head in the game but Angelo kept looking at his phone, he was messaging someone but trying to look discreet about it, but I noticed it. Trevor was looking at Marco like a lost puppy while Matteo quiet as ever was just walking, we went toward a container, we opened the doors and got some boxes, they were all closed but according to Marco’s words they are worth around half a million on the street, we got out of the port and moved our shipment toward the warehouse, we left everything inside leaving a small lock on the door, not enough to really keep anyone out, it was a lock for shows.