"I think we did pretty good, If I do say so myself." Cali says high-fiving me looking at the bedroom.
I admired the bedroom, then walked into the living room. "So that's out of the way, what's the talk about this auction tomorrow night?" I asked, grabbing a wine bottle, and two glasses pouring some for the both of us.
Cali took a seat at the island. "Glad you asked. There's a car there that's only found in two places in the world so they're auctioning it off. Now Mafia men aren't just killers but they love spending money. So this action is going to be full of other Mafia men and celebrities, just rich people in general. I hacked the invitation list so our names are on it. Yours is Summer Johnson and mine is Emily Brown."
I sighed while taking a sip of my white wine. "I can't believe I'm doing this, so what do I need to wear, and what am I trying to accomplish here?"
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, so basically sit or stand there looking gorgeous, and try to listen to some conversation and get information even if it's something you think is nothing, everything Helps. Like I said other Mafia leaders are there so they might be trying to make alliances or deals with someone. By the end of the night we need to have enough clues so we know what the leader of the Spanish or Italian next moves."
I rolled my eyes. "Why are you so obsessed with the Italian mafia? Everything is about the Spanish." She went quiet. "The reason your mom said to look for me is because I was once a victim of their operation. It's called "Operation F.K.M" it stands for "operation female killing machine. They take kids and women from all over the world and see which powerful mafia wants them.
Top five powerful are Italians, Russians, Spanish, Puerto Ricans, and Americans to be exact New York. You escaped be for the New York trial. I didn't, me and your mom were both apart. We met at the trial in New York. Your mother was bought but Zion, not for the operation but to be used as an object, a thing he throws around. I unfortunately made it all around the world to the Russians; they're the last people we see. What they did to you on the way to New York was considered the easy part. After ever trail things got worse, they made you kill and torture. If you didn't you got raped, abused, starved, etc.
A man named Z-Antonio from the American mafia was spying on the Russians from the inside. One day at night, he came to my room saying he was getting me out. He gave me the keys to one of the cars at the house, and gave me a route to help me out. He also gave me some numbers of people to call if needed help. He told me he loved me, and that we'd meet again. I've been looking for him since." A tear falls from her eye as she goes down memory lane.
I blink. "My fault, didn't mean to take it there." Cali laughed at my response. "But hopefully that answers your question." I hummed while drinking my wine. "What was his last name? Do you remember what he looks like?" I questioned. "I remember what he looks like, but he didn't tell me his last name."
"Can you describe what he looks like?" I questioned grabbing my sketchbook.
*hours later*
Based on the description Cali gave me, I'm using that to find the man she wants to find. I came across nothing. I started to give up, until I got an idea. If he was on the inside than he must be trusted, if he's trusted he must be close to the leader.
I found Killian the leader of the Italian Mafia, his most trusted people fall under:
Jah'Kyah Romano
Antonio Russo
Bingo. Based on internet searches I found a very well hidden profile on him. Saving the information, I sent it to Cali.
I showered and went to bed, now that the mission to find Antonio was over. What does tomorrow hold, I sighed at the thought letting the darkness take over.
The bedroom ( change the name of course)
A/n: Very short chapter I'm so sorry. I will make it worth it though.
Word count: 763