THE MAFIA ALPHA'S HEARTSTRINGS

ALIANA POV My heart is pounding. My hair stands on straight ends. I can hear my heartbeat echoing in my ear like a gigantic drum in an empty stadium. My blood is pumping with the speed of light, I am guessing it's the adrenaline kicking in. " Where the f**k are my gold bars, Ariella?" Boss Joaquin's voice thunders at me with emanating rage as he points his black rifle to my forehead. " Alpha, I sw*ar to you I don't know were they are" I confess sincerely in tears, while on my knees. I have never been this scared in my entire life time. Me..... Agent Aliana. Second best spy Agent in the whole of North America. To think I would be reduced to the level of begging for my life from a lowly criminal. How humiliating. To think I seriously have no idea where his gold bars are. I think someone conned me. Me queen of cons. I must confess that person is good. I didn't even suspect a thing. Last time I remember, boss Joaquin called and informed me of the location where the gold bars were to be dispatched. Next thing I knew, I woke up on the floor of an abandoned apartment in a remote location with no briefcase in hand. " Ariella, you know I don't play with my money. You have till the count of three to tell where it is or die" He threatens as makes a ballistic crack with his gun. His eyes are a frightening shade of red and all his face veins pop as he clings his jawbone. There's one thing that's for sure, he's not kidding. He is going to kill me. " Boss please. I sw*ar I was framed" I beseech him, frightened as the stream of tears wouldn't stop falling. My hands are shaking and so are my feet. " 3" He counts giving me ample time to speak "2" He counts. I try begging but he wouldn't have any of it. Serves me right for getting myself into this mess just to prove some stupid ideology. "1" was the last thing he says before I hear a gun shot and my life flashes through my eyes. This is not how I envisioned my own death. Alone, and recognized only as second best. How did my life get to this. Let's take things back a notch. **************************** BACK STORY ************** My name is Aliana Rivera. I am a caporigime of a drug cindicate, or atleast that's what I aspire to be. Ariella is just a fake identity my spy agency came up with in order to accomplish our mission. " What mission?" You may ask It's simple, gather information on Joaquin Livera. This was originally a job Ariana was supposed to handle but I stupidly conned my was into in. ' Why?' Because I had to prove myself. You see, I and Ariana are identical twins who grew up with perfectly opposite characters. Ariana was the perfect one. She was kind hearted, smart, pretty, feminine. She graduated from school with honors and as you know, became the best spy in the whole of North America. She was the perfect daughter. Pa was so proud of her, and then there was me. The disappointment. The less prettier version. The masculine tomboy. The dumb one who barely finished school with a pass GPA. The one who only got a job as a CIA agent because she made a good body double. The disappointment pa wish he never had. I knew I could never be like her. I would always be the lesser version, so why not differentiate myself. Tattoos, cigarettes, alcohol, piercings, those were my things and in all honesty that's was the only time I truly felt like my own person. I walked hard, putting myself in harm's way time and time again but what do I get?. Second best. I mean it doesn't make any sense, we practically do every mission together, so how could she have been awarded 6 medals, while I only got 4. I stopped trying to figure that out a long time ago. I would just have to out shine her. 5 months ago, luck finally shined on me. I was finally nominated as one of the potential candidates for an important role, infiltrating Joaquin's cindicate (THE ONE). Joaquin was known for his active involvement in THE ONE as one of the main bosses by the CIA, but there was never enough proof to arrest him even for questioning. That was finally my chance to make a name for myself, but there was a problem . Ariana was the other nominee. It was clear she was going to win, but I wasn't going to let myself be shuff out of the way this time, so I did something that if I were ever found out my license would be revoked and my dad would disown me. I planned an accident for my twin. I pushed her down a flight of stairs. I know that was extremely selfish of me, but I had no choice. Besides, I didn't think she would get seriously hurt. I thought she would just break a leg or something. How was I supposed to know that she would get into indefinite coma. I am not proud of the outcome but atleast for the first time in forever I finally got what I wanted. I was number one, I just needed to prove that I deserved to be there. Turns out my perfect little sister, wasn't so perfect after all. She had an ocean of lies buried in her little diary. My angelic sister was in love with a nightstand and you would never guess who it was, Joaquin Livera. She claimed they had a s****l encounter a month ago at a club where she disguised as a stripper for some uncover work. It was written there that he had not seen by her face because she was putting on a mask. She claimed that being with him even for just that night was the highlight of her life, it was like her soul collided with its better half. In her words, he was a man like no one else and if she had to relive that night, she would offer him her first time, over and over again. She even went as far as saying she would happily trade this perfect life for a chance to be by his side. ' What audacity' I would do anything to have her life and what does she choose?. Some disgusting criminal, a cold blooded murderer. And for what?. Because he is sexy, extremely handsome and f***s well. What a fool, I always knew I was the smart one. My job began, I was supposed to seduce Joaquin, make him obsessed with me, gather enough information on his and double cross. Turns out Joaquin is impossible to seduce, or maybe I am just incompetent at it I am the tomboy after all. That's when I decided to take a different approach, win his trust instead. Life in the cindicate was eye opening. This was living. Indeed the drug trade was a dangerous occupation not to mention the harm we imposed on our society but I must confess the people who did it were genuine good hearted people who strived for a better future for their children and love ones. Unfortunately I can't say same for Joaquin Livera. That man was a monster, with a face of an angel. He was as rudeless as can be. One wrong move and you're dead. He is mean, and violent. Not to mention, the method he use to dispose of his offenders is somewhat like that of a hungry predator devouring Its prey. Studies has shown that all his murdered victims ended up with half eaten faces and claw marks. Maybe he feed them to his dogs or something, no one knows and no one has the courage to ask. Anyway enough with the long back story. My troubles truly started just 3 days ago. It was my 23rd birthday and............... #################