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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*BANG*
Straight between the eyes.
Putting the safety back on my gun I place it on the counter and pick up my knives.
Soaring through the air, the deadly blades plunge into the centre of the wooden human body target.
By the time I've finished, knives are sticking out of its heart, throat, lungs and crotch.
Proud of my accomplishments, I make my way towards the target and start pulling out my other weapons.
"Mila?" Zasha saunters in.
"Hey Z, everything okay?"
"Uh yeah," she observes my destruction, "Everything okay with you?" She points her head towards the target.
"I saw Giuseppe," I blurt out.
Shouting draws me out of my room and I tiptoe downstairs - trying not to make a sound.
Light from my father's office fills the hall.
Approaching the door, I peek into the office from behind the wall, making sure not to get caught.
Papa lowers his voice sternly - but I can't make out what he's saying. His eyes are dark and filled with rage - directing all his anger to the other man in the room.
Towering slightly over papa, he stands tall as his muscular back flexes through his black dress shirt. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows allowing you to see his tattoos that cover his tan skin. His ruffled black hair stops just before his collar - a tattoo peeks through on the back of his neck. I slightly move forward to get a closer look. A crown with thorns sticking out dripping with blood is etched on his skin. The longer I survey it , a feeling of discomfort and hostility forms within me - subconsciously I take a step back into the safety of the shadows.
A menacing aura clouds around him - intimidating anyone who stumbles upon his presence. An enigma that radiates wickedness that draws you in - falling for the temptation of the devil.
They are now inches away from one another, sharply exchanging deadly threats to each other. Papa grabs his throat and spits words at him, which only angers the strange man more. Quickly he pulls a gun that was hidden in his waistband of his pants and shoots the wall directly next to Papa.
Startled I let out a scream, which I quickly drown out with my shaking hands.
"That's your first and only warning Adrien - don't make me aim for your skull next time," he starts to make his way towards the door, "I never miss."
