𝕿𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2- 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

"I am destroying myself so other people can't," she said, "and it's the worst kind of control but it's the only form I know." -S.Z

It was Friday Morning now. 3 days later. I had spent those 3 days racking my brain for who I could be working with. I had never had a partner before, as I had always worked alone. It must be a man because there are very few other women in the mafia. I was really the only one who had active assignments. Sometimes wives of some of the men would attend meetings and occasionally agree with whatever the boss was saying. So it must be a man.

Our "offices" were in the city. New York City, specifically Manhattan. I had my own apartment, it was just a simple 1 bedroom, nothing too extravagant. Though with how I got reimbursed for my assignments I could have something much nicer than I do. Our mafia had stations all over New York City, some were disguised underground clubs, and the main office was a huge skyscraper. It was of course a front, we made ourselves look like a boring old office building, with boring old business people inside. It is one of our underground "clubs" we had a training center. It had targets, and all sorts of weapons. Guns and knives were the most common, though we did have a few bow and arrows. They were fun to use sometimes but to actually train you really just needed to learn how to be good with the knives, guns, and combat. I was surprisingly good at all three. I really wasn't quite sure how, but when I first started my training I just kind of caught on quickly.

I was walking down the steps into the subway station right now. I quickly scanned my metro card and began walking to my train, which would arrive within the next 5-10 minutes. I personally have always enjoyed riding the subways. All the different people, everything going on around you, it was always so entertaining. I was now standing leaning against a pole right behind that large yellow line. I was wearing black leather pants, with a white button up shirt, and a black leather jacket unzipped on top. I was also wearing black combat boots. I started to hear the train pull up so I stood up straight off the pole and waited for that loud squealing noise that would come.

I began to step onto the train, most of the seats were filled, I could have sat down somewhere but someone else could need it more than me, So I just chose to stand next to one of the poles.

It was a good 10 minute ride until my stop, I quickly got off and began walking out of the station. My destination was only 2 blocks away, so I kept walking. Now 2 blocks later I was at my destination. The "club" I began to walk down the steps, which brought me to the flat area before the door. Standing in front of the door was one of our guards, he knew who I was and automatically opened the door to let me in.

This was our training "club". I began walking down the long dark hallway. At the end of it, you could either go left. Which was another hallway. It led to additional steps which would take you to the allway behind the building. Then you could go right which right away had a large black door. The black door led into a huge room filled with different weapons. Different types of guns, all the bullets you could need. Many different sized daggers, a few bow and arrows, and a few other weapons. I had much more practice with knives so I figured I would pract with a gun. There were then different rooms you could walk into, there was a room for combat training, it had some pads on the floor and a few large punching bags. Then there were many different rooms for training with knives and daggers, 2 of them were my favorite. One had teddy bears that you could pin to the wall, it was slightly sadistic but great for training. The second one, or the one I'm going into had very small targets on the wall. This made hitting the bullseye 10 times harder. I walked in and immediately closed the door, the room was very long so you could stand around 25 feet away from the target when standing the furthest away. I made sure the magazine was filled and inserted into the gun. Now was time for the fun part.

It was about an hour later now, I had practiced running and hitting the target, jumping, and had to refill many times. I had always hit the bullseye though. Right after I firered my last bullet I began to feel another presence in the room. I knew this gun was empty, but they didn't need to know that. I began to hear clapping now, a slow and mocking applause.

"Well done! Well done! Hitting an immobile target 25 feet back! I've never seen better!" He said, his voice taunting me and laced with sarcasm.

"Thanks! Maybe next time you can run around and be my target! I said cheerfully.

I turned around now, he was standing before me in a tight dark blue long sleeve top, with dark blue jeans. His light brown hair and blue eyes before me.

"You wish sweetheart." He said while chuckling, and patted my head. He was much taller than me, I was around 5,7, which was a decent height in my opinion, but he was practically a whole head taller than me, which meant he had to be around 6 foot something.

As he was drawing his hand back I quickly grabbed his wrist with my free hand and put a great amount of pressure on it, so much it would leave a mark.

"1 don't call me sweetheart. And 2 don't ever touch me." I quickly said.

I then did the first thing that came to mind, I kneed him in his crotch. I smirked while letting go of his wrist and slowly walking out of the room.

"So next time you're down to be the target?" I said with fake innocence.

I quickly walked out of the room and returned my gun, walking out of the "club" and starting to make my way back.