Saving The Other Spy

Don Torello was involved in women trafficking across the border, and Rico Aldoni was the man that he chose to do this job. To make it worse, Rico Aldoni was recruiting other young men to do the same despicable job.

Irene's facial expression darkened.

"Good," a fatherly voice was heard from across the room where Rico was. "Make sure to treat them well. We don't want to harm our goods."

Rico cackled like a hyena.

Irene could not wait to murder this man.

After the wedding ceremony concluded, Irene sat together with the groom's family to enjoy the delectable wedding feast. She kept stealing glances at the other spy in the room while listening to the conversation between Don Torello and Rico Aldoni.

Judging from the way he moved and acted, Irene guessed that he was part of a law enforcement organization.

A rookie, too.

He became paler and paler the further the conversation went. He had to order drinks one glass after another to calm his nerves.

"Was there any problem?" Don Torello's voice was heard.

"We had to shoot two of them because they were causing a scene. After seeing the two dead bodies, the others became a lot more obedient."

Rico giggled like a maniac.

Don Torello humphed.

All around them, there were a few more muffled voices.

"Did you shoot them yourself, Rico?" someone else asked.

"Oh, um, no..." Rico stuttered.

Someone slapped Rico's back a few times. "You talk big, but you still piss in your pants at the sight of blood, hahaha!!!"

Rico said nothing in return.

"Aunt Rita, you should eat more. You have lost so much weight!" Lorenza chirped next to Irene, dragging her back to the dining table. The concerned niece ladled some ravioli into Irene's plate and poured some tomato sauce on top of it.

"Try this, this is supposedly the secret recipe from the Padrino's family!"

Irene flashed Lorenza a smile and patted her cheek affectionately. "Grazie, my child."

Once Don Torello and his minions finished talking about the location of the warehouse, Irene excused herself from the dinner table.

Don Torello and the other guests might stay for the feast, but Rico had an important mission to do. The clients were expecting the girls to be delivered this afternoon.

Unfortunately, he was not going to be able to complete this assignment because he would die as soon as Irene found him.

When Irene prepared to cut the transmission, things took a different turn.

"What is this?" a voice spoke in Irene's ear, as clear as if someone was speaking directly into the bug.

Irene widened her eyes in surprise.

The bug had been found!

"But... I don't know!" Rico mumbled. He did not know what it was, but his instincts told him that the small electronic device meant trouble.

"You treacherous dog," Don Torello's sharp voice was heard. "Are you selling us to the cops?"

Rico did not even have time to defend himself. Three gunshots later, he was dead.

"This type of bug requires the listener to be within a hundred meters," one of Don Torello's henchmen said. "And it is not easily removable."

"Find the arsehole," the Padrino ordered, "and blow his brain out just like I blew Rico's out here."

"Cut the transmission," Irene typed to Angela. The communication with Rico's bug was cut almost immediately.

Irene turned to look at the actual listener of the bug, the spy at the counter who was hastily trying to remove the paired device in his ear without success.

Irene rolled with her eyes. Wherever the spy came from, the team who prepared the spying device should have known better.

"Excuse me," she approached a burly security guard at the entrance.

"Yes, Ma'am?" he asked, leaning closer to "Aunt Rita" who had tears pooling at the base of her eyes.

"That... that scoundrel," Irene sobbed while pointing at the spy who was still struggling to get the device out of his ear. "He... he dared to touch my thigh!"

The security guard's face turned purple almost immediately. He closed the distance between him and the spy and landed a strong punch on his cheek.

"What...? Wait! Why are you hitting me???" the man shouted in anguish.

"You goddamn disgrace!" the security guard howled like a beast. He landed another punch on the man's cheek, again and again.

Irene narrowed her eyes at the poor man's ears. She heaved a breath of relief when she saw the listening device fly out of the man's ear and land on the floor.

Irene quickly went over to stomp at the device with her heels. Then she pulled at the security guard's arms and cried, "OH WAIT, I AM SO SORRY, THIS IS MY NEPHEW FROM AMERICA, ANDREW!"

"..."

The security guard was dumbfounded.

"Andrew" lay on the floor, the corners of his mouth were bleeding and half of his face was black and blue.

"Pffft," one of the guests could not help but break into laughter.

A round of laughter spread among the crowd.

"Hahahahaha a wedding without at least three fights is considered a cheerless one," an elder man announced. He helped the spy up and patted dust off his clothes. "Are you alright, young man? Can you stand?"

Irene gasped dramatically. "Oh my. Andrew, I am so sorry. Next time you might want to place your hand a little higher when greeting your aunt, you rascal!"

She then proceeded to drag her "nephew" out of the scene.

"I will help take care of Andrew's face here. We don't want him to scare our lovely bride."

From the corner of her eyes, Irene saw Don Torello's men mixing with the guests to try and find the man that she was walking away with. The person who was suspected to be in a cahoot with the late Rico Aldoni.

The two of them managed to escape the wedding venue safely.

Irene excused herself again due to her "weak bladder" and separated herself from the beaten-up man.

She of course never returned.

Ten minutes later, "Aunt Rita" proficiently rode a speedboat to get out of the island.