Mila Babinski is the most deadly assassin the underground has seen in years... all the mobsters fear her... she even fears herself. Mila lost everyone she ever cared for at a young age and the time has now finally come to get her revenge. But when...
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Pulling a fresh shirt over my head, I exit the bathroom and make my way to my father's office. He demanded to speak with me as he claimed it was urgent, but it probably will only be the repeat of him threatening me to take over his fucking empire when he drops dead.
Suddenly the sound of crying catches my attention. So moving closer towards the sound, I reach Arabella's room.
A slither of light escapes her room through her slightly open door. She is sat on her baby pink sheets watching the storm outside of her window. Sobs escape her quivering lips as her dainty fingers wipe away her fallen tears.
My poor Aria.
My heart aches for her. She is an innocent, pure soul that has been brought into this monstrous world filled with violence and torture all around her with no way out - no way apart from...what led to her escaping.
"Are you okay Aria?" I enter her room and make my way towards her queen size bed that sits comfortably in the centre.
Without removing her stare from the treacherous wind and rain that battles against each other, she slightly shakes her head in response. "What happened?" I ask solemnly, scooting closer to her on the bed.
A few moments later, Arabella glances at me - her deep blue eyes with speckles of forest green that are usually full of light are now puffy and swollen.
"I was playing with Sammy , one of the maid's sons," her voice shakes slightly before she continues, "We were playing tag in the hall, I wasn't looking where I was going," she pauses "I was watching Sammy behind me...I didn't mean to go into father's office...I promise it was accident."
I stiffen as tears start to form in her eyes again, " We were only in there for a few seconds and we were about to leave but father came and started to shout at us." Her tears are now streaming down her rosy cheeks , "He screamed at me about how I knew this room was forbidden and that I should be taught a lesson for disobeying his rules." Arabella's breathing quickens whilst her whole body shakes. Pulling her into my lap I stroke her hair and rub comforting circles on her back.
Minutes later, she calms down and brings her voice to whisper, "He grabbed Sammy by his hair and pulled him into his chest bringing the gun from his belt to Sammy's head..." My grip around her tightens as I already know what happened next.
"Sammy was crying and screaming for me to help him but...but I couldn't move - I was too scared - father shot him... he shot him...and told me that it was my fault that he's dead." She grabs onto my shirt and nuzzles her head into my chest whilst she replays the traumatising event over and over again in her small, fragile head.
