Beautiful Killer

Chapter 4. Fake

"You don't understand Jade, they are expecting every mafia to help find you, including ours. If we refuse it is taken as an act of war. I hate them but the last thing we need right now is a war with them. Please tell me, daughter, how am I supposed to track down my own daughter and heir?"

"Well, it seems like you have yourself an issue." I reply a little too quickly, making my dear father even madder.

"You think this is funny Jade? Your quick remarks aren't going to get you out of this one."

At this point all I can do at this point is stare back at him with the biggest smile on my face, I can't help it. God, I must look like a psychopath. I will admit, perhaps leaving my signature black feather in Luca's room was not the best decision I have ever made. But if there is one thing Anthony has taught from his pathetic excuse for parenting is that if you want to be powerful, if you want everyone to respect you, if you want them to fear you, then you can't regret anything. Thus, I do not regret my actions.

I am Jade fucking Anders and if I must kill Luca Russo, I fucking will.

You know what, I am a fucking genius. Killing Russo might be the smartest thing I have ever done. It would force everyone to respect me, especially my father.

"Then why don't we stop trying to get out of this one?" Anthony seems to like my proposal all too much as the frown on his face quickly morphed into a sinister grin.

"What do you suggest then?" asks Anthony eagerly.

"If we are expected to help them then lets' take this opportunity to become 'allies,' at least that's what they will believe. Think about it, as their ally, we would have access to so much more information, the possibilities are almost endless." Sitting here across from the man that is supposed to be my father, we really do look like father and daughter. My face now matches his, both wearing the same devilish smile. I'm sure from the outside we looked identical, same merciless expression, very similar physical traits, and our eyes were the same.

I and Anthony shared the same pair of cold grey eyes, both filled with anger, and both causes of their anger were sitting right infant of us. Our eyes were so light and icy, they almost look like there are some specks of blue in them, but there aren't. In fact, neither of their faces has any color at all.

Like the world had stolen all the color from us, but yet again, the reason for our colorless faces is sitting right in front of us.

Our skin is so pale it looks almost white, our hair the deepest shade of black, and not a hint of any rosy hue come off our cheeks. Like our eyes, our faces were cold and colorless.

To be honest, it worked great for striking fear in people, well at least for him it did. For me, as soon as they saw perky breasts sitting high on my face all the fear that once was present had vanished. It does return, however, but only when its role is to take the place of the life that person once also had.

The only time there is color on my face is when I apply blush, it helps with seducing men. For some odd reason, they get turned on when they see a women blush.

It's funny, they get turned on by my NARS Orgasm blush, the one thing they can never seem to turn me on enough to reach.

Anthony taught me the importance of the art of seducing; Anthony made me strong. It might have cost me everything, but Anthony taught me it was worth it. I have already paid and now it's my turn to collect.

If anyone tries to get on my way, I will squash them with my stiletto. There is a reason I always loved red bottoms; they hide the blood well.

Sitting infant of the man that made me into the woman I am today, I could not be more disgusted.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of my phone ringing. I slowly take it out of my pocket and realize it's not my personal phone, but rather my business phone. Someone is calling the Raven.

There is no caller ID which can be expected as most mafia men prefer to stay anonymous, it's not great for business if one was to find out you hired the world's best assassin to take someone out.

Answering and then putting the phone towards my ear, I wait for the person on the other end of the line to speak.

"Is this the Raven?" The deep male voice asked, the voice sounded oddly familiar, but I couldn't quite remember where I had heard it before.

"What can I do for you?" Of course, I wasn't going to deny or confirm what he said. I still didn't know if this was a trap and in my line of work, you can never be more careful. Typically, I would perform a series of cyber checks to make sure the person was legit.

"I need Jade Anders to be taken out." The voice states. Suddenly my world froze. I have never been placed in a situation like this before.

Then I feel a smirk appear on my face as I realize who the person on the phone is.

"You know it is quite daring for you to come to me with a request when you know I am currently carrying out a hit on you." This is truly a strange situation.

Letting out a low chuckle Luca Russo responds with "wow, I first had doubts about you. I mean these rumors are kinda insane. The way people talk about you with such fear, I was shocked when I first learned you were a woman."

I roll my eyes at his remark about me being a woman.

Luce continues "of course it is starting to make sense. Only a woman would be able to seduce hundreds of men to their death. It's a shame, everyone who has seen your face is dead, I would love a look at the face cable of that."

A grin makes its way onto my face and it is now my turn to chuckle, "don't worry, you got a black feather. You'll see my face soon enough."

"I don't doubt that. Although I am curious as to how you got in?" I can almost see the smirk on Luca's handsome smug little face.

"For someone who claims to have heard all the rumors about me you certainly seem to have missed the ones on how resourceful I can be." These men, when are they going to learn to stop underestimating me, where has that ever gotten them except six feet under?

"Oh, I heard all about how resourceful you can be. I even heard about those gruesome little tricks of yours. But the thing everyone rages about is your mind, how sick and beautiful it is. That is how I know you will accept my offer." He states proudly like he had said something smart.

"You seem awfully sure about yourself, what's you offer?" I ask interest to see what his big plan is.

"I will pay you triple whatever the person who hired you to kill me is promising you." Damn, that's a lot of money. Any sane person would agree. It would be awfully suspicious if I turned down that offer, well played.

"I'm assuming there is a catch to this glorious deal?" Anthony eyes me telling me to hurry this along.

"Well, aren't you just a smart little cookie, yes there is a catch. No one can know I hired you or that you're performing a hit on Jade Anders, no black feather. No one should suspect anything has changed. To the rest of the world, I am still your target. Hell, if you need to fake a failed mission so be it. Am I clear?" He suddenly speaks rather seriously, also playfulness in his voice now gone.

"Ok I understand, supposedly nothing has changed." How the fuck am I going to get out of this one.

"Great, I expect weekly updates."

"No, the fuck you don't, we will have no contact with each other. I will text you my wiring information for the payment and I am sure you will hear about the death of Jade Anders as she is the heir to the American mafia." I coldly state, who does he think he is bossing me around?

"As you wish. Great voice adaptor, really adds to the whole mysterious illusion you have going." And suddenly his playful self is back.

I grin widely, "Thank you, it helps with not getting caught."

And with that, I hang up on him and lift my gaze to an annoyed Anthony.

"What was that about?" Anthony asks impatiently.

"Well dear father, it looks like I'm committing suicide." I grin at him like the psychopath I am.