Married to the Mafia Boss... and my Step Brother

5

Izzy Reves and Maddie McKee were the best of friends, and they always had been since they had met in 10th grade. After they graduated, they had been offered to become members of the Canadian mafia. It was an unexpected twist for both of them, but they had both accepted their offers, merely because they wanted to work together. Little did they know that these new jobs would lead them to become stone cold assassins.

"So... are you ready for fight training tomorrow?" Maddie asked Izzy as they strolled through Downtown Calgary.

Izzy laughed, "Yeah, that's a normal sentence."

"I know this isn't what we had anticipated after grad, but I'm not disappointed, I kinda like bragging about it honestly."

"True. I don't know how I feel. I've never used a weapon before. I guess it just hasn't got to me yet. I'm still trying to process the fact that we're done high school now!" Izzy admitted, using her hands as she talked.

"Fair enough," Maddie agreed, "I hope we get to train with knives at some point."

Izzy nodded, "Yes! And we could decorate them and everything!"

"Ooh yeah, we could have, like, bedazzled daggers!"

"BEDAZZLED DAGGERS," Izzy screamed in disbelief, "That's so good!"

She doubled over cackling. Maddie joined in her chorus of laughter.

As their fit of laughter died down, Maddie suddenly became nostalgic, "Man, I'm going to miss high school."

Izzy cocked an eyebrow at her fake-haired friend, "What do you mean? I don't think there was anyone you didn't complain about, Maddie."

She let out a guffaw, "Well yeah, but still, the memories outweigh all the trash people."

"Uh huh," muttered Izzy, not believing Maddie's optimism for a second. Maddie blocked anyone who ever wronged her, there was no way she was going to forgive them to cherish some sappy memory.

They continued to walk, expressing their excitement to be in the mafia. Suddenly Izzy came to a realization.

"Jordyn! Where is Jordyn?"

"Which one?"

"St. Pierre! We totally left her at grad!" Izzy exclaimed, a worried expression overcoming her face.

"Oh yeah," Maddie giggled, thinking back to the graduation banquet. Jordyn had made it clear many times that she wanted to be the hook-up at grad. She made sure she had pockets in her grad dress to hold her flask, a wallet, and a sample size of every product she was selling from her local homegrown weed edibles business. She had a lot of fun that night, to say the least. Izzy and Maddie had tried to keep an eye on her, but she kept slipping away to make transactions.

Suddenly, in the midst of their reminiscing, there was a gunshot.

"Woah, where did that come from?" Izzy said, looking around with wide eyes.

All the pedestrians around them began to freak out, screaming and running in every direction. Another gunshot. This time, the bullet hit a window, shattering it into millions of pieces.

"Up there!" Maddie replied, pointing to the rooftop of a building across from them. She dove behind a bench for cover.

Izzy squinted to see who the gunman was, "Speak of the devil."

It was Jordyn, wearing a tight black spandex suit. She was always one for dramatic entrances, so Izzy wasn't too surprised. But she was with someone... before she could tell who it was, another gunshot cracked, the bullet flying inches away from her cheek. She ducked down for cover beside Maddie.

"It's Jordyn."

"What?"

"Jordyn is up there with a sniper rifle and she's aiming directly at us!" Izzy screamed over the panicked people.

"What?"

"It looks like there's a second sniper up there too!" Izzy added, getting increasingly worried for her life.

"What?"

"PLEASE STOP SAYING 'WHAT' AND HELP US FIND A WAY OUT OF HERE ALIVE!" Izzy yelled at Maddie, slapping her on the arm.

"Fine, let's try and make it to the mafia base. We can figure out the rest from there!" Maddie answered.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the building, Jordyn was taking aim at her friends. The first shot had been an accident; she was fiddling with the triggers and thought the safety was on. The second shot, however, was a murder attempt. The only problem was that Jordyn had never shot a gun and refused to listen to Nikolai's advice, claiming she would have 'beginner's luck'. This was not the case. She had awful aim. Once she realized it would be virtually impossible to hit one of her targets, she commanded Nikolai to shoot Izzy. This came as a shock to him and threw off his precision. He missed his target, which led them both to a sudden realization.

"We need to get the f**k out of here!" Jordyn panicked, scared she would be arrested and taken to jail. She was much too young to be locked up in a cell. She expected it would happen at some point in her life, but not so soon. Besides, she refused to wear an orange jumpsuit of all colours, it simply didn't go with her complexion.

"Abort mission!" She called out, scrambling for her rifle.

Nikolai ran for the door that led into the staircase, holding his rifle close to his chest.

"Go!" He shouted.

They broke out into a full sprint, running down multiple flights of stairs then straight out of the building, taking a few moments outside of the front doors to catch their breaths, before finally continuing their escape by signalling down a taxi.

They crammed into the back of the taxi, clutching their guns close to their chests.

"Where to?" Asked the driver, oblivious to what had just happened.

"Just drive!" Jordyn exclaimed.

Jordyn felt the rush of adrenaline in her veins and the aggressive beat of her heart almost pumping out of her chest. She looked over at Nikolai, who was petrified and staring blankly at the driver's head rest in front of him. His pupils dilated and his mouth slightly parted as his breaths became quiet and shallow. He had done this hundreds of times before, why did he seem more shaken than Jordyn?

"Uh, Nikolai?" Jordyn said, poking his arm to bring him back to reality.

He didn't move.

"Nikolai, are you here?" She said louder this time.

Suddenly his pupils retracted back to their normal size. He inhaled sharply, bringing a hand to his heart, "Apologies, your majesty, I suppose I was just caught off guard there."

Jordyn smiled, relieved he was alright, "I get it, I was pretty scared too-"

"No," He interrupted, "I missed."

She tilted her head in confusion, "What?"

"I missed my target. I've never missed a shot before," He spoke, barely able to admit it to himself. It was clear this was a big moment for him, but Jordyn was definitely not close enough to him to provide any sort of comfort or reassurance. She just sat there awkwardly looking for the words to say.

"That sucks," She spoke, patting Nikolai on the back, immediately knowing that was the complete wrong reaction.

He slammed his fists onto his knees enraged, "And I let them get away! I've let you down, your majesty."

He hung his head in shame.

"Only a little. I guess they'll just have to die later then." Jordyn said, doing her best to make him feel better.

"I will make them pay," Nikolai proclaimed.

Jordyn held back a chuckle; as much as she appreciated Nikolai's devotion to her, it was hard to take him seriously. He was a tall, lanky white boy. He couldn't be intimidating if he tried. She wondered how he had been recruited into the Russian mafia to begin with.

"Let's just focus on getting back in time for the ball. We can discuss their killing later."