BOUNDED BY A Bloody Mafia

Tracy's POV

It's a cool and breezy evening. A strong gust of wind blew against my face, and I noticed the window in my room to be widely open.

Approaching it, I immediately closed it and continued preparing for my last mission. Yes! My last mission.

I'm Tracy Salvador, a 22-year-old lass. I don't know if I should be excited about this mission, but one thing is sure: it's worth carrying out because it also means my freedom.

In my clan, you can't ever leave after joining; it's your home forever, but luckily, the goddamn rule is changing for me. I have been with my boss for the past 12 years, and who is he?

He is the top mafia leader in the United States. He was assigned this position due to his achievements and ways of doing things. His name is Damon Willis. Members of the clan call him The Great One, which I guess he created for himself.

Anyway, I chose to call him Boss D, and only I have the privilege to call him that.

Truly, my boss is the top mafia leader, but he is still ruled by someone who is the leader of all mafia bosses. They call this person “The Mafia Lord”.

My clan members do say he's assigned this name because of how powerful and ruthless he is, which I find dumb. I don't think anyone can be more ruthless and powerful than my Boss D—It's no joke he's the top mafia boss in the whole United States. Although he gives me special treatment because I'm the closest to him, and I am privileged enough to be less related to his wraths.

I started carrying out missions for my boss after receiving enough training from him.

Despite how dangerous the missions could be, I still always feel I Owe him the missions. If not for him, I would have been dead alongside my parents a long time ago. This is a story for another day. The missions I carry out are a way of paying for his good deeds.

My boss's face was just unveiled a few months ago, and he had kept it under the veil for some reasons best known to him alone.

Enough about my boss; something keeps baffling me about this mission I'm about to dive into—Boss D didn't give me necessary information about the man I'd be going to extract blood from, which I find absurd.

Before we go on any mission, we already know the necessary and unnecessary information.

"Imagine going on a mission without knowing the face or name of the person you're going to meet!"

With this being thought about, I sighed, and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Oh my! I'm freaking hot tonight! I'm putting on an armless, fitted red gown that stops right beneath my butt cheeks.

I bent a little to take the hairpin-like syringe from the drawer that's just beside the mirror and inserted it in my blonde hair, then sprayed the vervain cologne Boss D gave me on my exposed, bare neck. He told me vervain would make the unknown weak and make the task an easy-peasy one.

For the last time, I took a glance at myself through the mirror, and stepped out, on my way to get my car.

Yeah! We all live a luxurious life here, and it's worth it. The missions we carry out are mostly survive-or-die missions-missions that don't guarantee one's life. I wonder why the boss is so ruthless to the extent of wasting his clan members' lives.

Although I've never been assigned a murder mission, and I always think maybe this is because my boss knows I won't be able to carry it out.

As soon as I settled in my car's driver's seat, A message popped out on my phone screen, and I glanced through it—It’s the mission’s place’s address. As soon as I got it, I re-positioned myself in my car, and then headed straight to the ‘Royal Club’.

The road was less occupied with moving cars, since it's late, and I arrived at the Royal Club

in an hour.

As I stepped out of my car and on my way to the entrance of the club, I felt lustful eyes gazing at me from different angles.

Since I'm used to being stared at sexually, I ignored all the flirty eyes, and headed straight to the bartender for a vodka drink, as I awaited the unknown face to show up.

Having waited for like 5 minutes, a text popped out again on my phone screen. Lo and behold, it's the name “Jayden Crane—the one and only Mafia Lord. This made me freeze on the spot like a statue, as reality dawned on me.

This is more like a murder mission, and the thoughts of me finally dying tonight struck hard at me, like a rock.

"Wait! Why the hell am I scared of him when I'm not even scared of my boss? I've only heard rumors about how dangerous The Mafia Lord can be, but my boss is just this way too."

These thoughts suddenly flashed through my mind, and I still couldn't help but think about the consequences attached too.

Still deep in thoughts, I suddenly heard my phone ring in my palm. I looked at the screen and saw it's Boss D. This made me calm a bit, as I picked up the call, while he hung up when he was done passing his information.

The conversation over the line with Boss D was short—he told me to be calm, approach him, and act like I never knew about his existence.

I wonder how I'm supposed to act like I don't know a thing about him, when I know clearly all he's capable of doing as the Mafia Lord.

I've heard and known about how he has been wasting the lives of some clan members who have always tried to cross his path without thinking twice at the twink of an eye, just like my boss.

Sucking in a deep breath, I set my thoughts aside, and decided to look for the devil himself in the club.

Lo and behold, before I could search for eternity, as I turned my back, I found a pair of blue ocean eyes already gazing at me intensely.

Our eyes surprisingly locked, I felt chills running down my spine as we maintained a long-lasting stare.

He's indeed close to perfection, like they say; he really looks more like a demigod. This man is damn handsome, and his beauty is out of this world.

Not like I haven't seen his pictures, but he really looks bewitching in person, and this is the first time I'll be meeting him in person.

Erratically blinking twice, I snapped out of my crazy thoughts, and immediately unlocked myself from the intense stare.

Having gathered enough courage, I decided to walk up to him, and with each step I took, I felt his ocean blue eyes piercing through my skin.

Getting to him, I stopped right at his front, and then bent over to whisper, "Stop staring, for I know I'm damn hot tonight," into his ear.

With a smirk playing at the corner of my lips, I pulled aback from his ear, and stood upright in front of him.

A bitch wouldn't mind falling into his arms, as his cologne is so fascinating, but I'm not one of those bitches.

Just when I was about to ask if I could sit beside him, I felt his strong arm wrap around my ass, and he pulled me onto his laps roughly, making my ass bounce as it hit his laps in the process.

His act caught me off guard, a loud gasp escaped my lips.

Surprisingly, he smirked back at me, and for a moment, I felt empty inside me. He drew me closer to his body, and his nose on bare skin sniffing in the scent from my neck got me lost in his world.

Getting back to reality, I immediately jerked aback from him, when I saw him lying backward slowly with his eyes slightly getting closed on the VIP couch.

Recalling what Boss D told me about the vervain spray, seeing him helplessly lying down, for a moment, I felt I should hold back and withdraw from the mission.

He really looks weak in his current state, and for some unknown reason, I felt for him. But upon recalling who he is himself, I immediately waved the concern off.

Dipping my hand into my hair, I brought out the hairpin-like syringe, and inserted it in his arm to extract his blood.

Luckily for me, he didn't come with a single bodyguard, extracting his blood into the syringe was a piece of cake.

"Could it be that he's really powerful, like they say, for him not to bring a single guard?" I abruptly thought in my mind, looking perplexed.

Even my boss takes at least five guards with him whenever he's going out. But seeing how he is so easy to mess with right now, I doubt if he's really powerful like they say.

Remembering my boss telling me the vervain cologne would make him weak, and he would start recovering after 5 minutes, I took a last glance at his unconscious state, and immediately walked away from him.

Having gotten out of the club, I escaped with my car, and plied the road roughly at great speed, with my mind racing erratically.

Whether he's the most powerful or not, truly, I know I've landed myself in serious trouble, as he's not just an ordinary member of a clan but a The Mafia Lord himself.

As I arrived at the clan, I headed straight to Boss D's suite, and handed over the syringe to him.

As he took the syringe in his hands, for the first time in 12 years of my stay with him, I saw him laughing out loud.

It's a puzzling scenario for me right now, as I wonder why the fuck he's laughing over Jayden Crane's blood.

“Or could it be that he wants to use it to have a perfect, charming face like his?" I abruptly thought in curiosity.

But I waved the thoughts off, and immediately told him I'd be moving out of the clan tomorrow morning.

As he heard this, he stopped laughing and told me he'd arranged my documents and that I'd be traveling out of the country in the next two days. I don't like the idea, but he told me it's a way of keeping me safe, which I also believe in.

Having done my job, I bowed to him and left for my suite.

Getting to my room, I got undressed and went for a warm bath.

When I was done, I dried my body, put on the after-bath robe, climbed into bed, recalled the bewitching face one more time, and allowed nature to take over.

Few minutes later, still asleep on my comfy bed in the clan, I suddenly felt a hand hit me hard, waking me up from my deep slumber instantly.

The slap was really painful, but with the training I had been through, I could still withstand the pain.

With full force, on the verge of fighting whomever it was, I froze on the spot like a statue, as my emerald eyes met with that of fierce, ocean blue ones.