Reborn as the Mafia's Bride

'' Chapter 1: I am coming for you! ''

"Are you sure about this, James?" Diana inquired, her voice tinged with worry as they both made their way out of the secret warehouse.

It was always midnight; the stars sparkled in the sky like diamonds on a necklace. The air smelled fresh, like after rain, and the ground was muddy beneath their feet.

"When have I ever failed you, love?" James replied sincerely, his grip tightening around her hand. Diana felt her heart skip a beat at his touch, a warmth spreading through her that chased away her doubts.

Although Diana Wales was a top-notch assassin and spy in New York, she had a soft spot, and that was her boyfriend, James Fallon. She had fallen in love with him after he saved her from a drowning incident years ago.

Running, they veered into an alley on the right, their feet pounding against the pavement as the distant barks of dogs echoed throughout the night.

Gunshots rang out. Bang! Bang! Bang!

"The shots are getting closer. We should call the backup you planned to come get us now. I don't think we can take all of them down," Diana explained, urgency threading her voice. They had broken into the mafia boss Enzo Ricci's warehouse and taken a flash drive. The contents of the drive were enough to bring down Enzo and all the territories under his control.

This would give James the chance to become the new mafia boss. Diana had no clue what the contents were, but she trusted James. That was more than enough.

Bang!

More gunshots echoed in the air. Diana pulled out her revolver, her posture shifting to one of fierce determination as she began shooting back at the group of men approaching them. With precision, she took out twenty men in less than five minutes while James hid behind another truck, peeking out cautiously to protect himself from the rain of bullets.

Bang!

A bullet grazed Diana's arm. She hissed in pain, blood dripping from the wound, but her resolve only hardened. As the city's top assassin, she channeled her anger into the pain of the wound. Swiftly, she reloaded her revolver, aiming at the truck, and shot both its tires, sending it spiraling down the street.

She watched with a smirk as the men jumped from the vehicle, while some unlucky ones went down with the car as it tumbled down the hill.

Now left with a handful of men, Diana took a fighting stance. With her gun running out of bullets, she engaged them physically.

One man kicked her in the chest, and she turned, landing a punch on his face that sent him reeling. Diana fought fiercely, her fists flying until she had dealt with all the men.

They lay on the ground in pain while she stood tall, her height of five feet eleven giving her an imposing presence. Her well-built physique was perfectly suited for the assassin job she had