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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In attempt to find Zasha with Matteo to talk about everything that's happened, I walk through the main entrance of the club. Soft music blares past me while blue lights shine off the stage causing me to flutter my eyes to get used to the change in brightness.
As I scan the main sector of the room, I spot a beautiful woman with curly black hair that lays just above her shoulders sat at one of the many tables in-front of me.
Maria.
She was sat on her own fiddling with the straw of her water. She's probably waiting for Dante...
I can't deal with seeing him.
Not just yet.
With that, I decide to make my way past her table towards Matteo's office...but before I could reach my destination, her heads springs up to look at me.
"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?" she asks welcomingly, as she points to the chair beside her.
Before I take a seat, I look around to see if Dante is anywhere near.
"He won't be back for a while," she says as if reading my mind. "Are you okay darling?"
"I'm okay," I smile, "I mean I've been better but you know, I'm okay."
"He'll come around don't worry yourself too much sweetheart," she rubs my shoulder trying to calm me down due to how on edge I am.
"I didn't mean to lie to him...I just well...I guess I did...but...I just...I didn't want him to find out the way he did...I didn't mean to hurt him," I splutter.
"Hey...hey...it's okay, we all have secrets," she smiles, "And believe me, I know how hard it is to keep those secrets without hurting everyone around you."
I stare at her, my emotions rising inside of me.
"I-I-...how do you not hate me?" I question tears building in my eyes.
"Darling...I don't hate you...I never could," she says in a warm tone, "I've seen too many lost souls like yours being consumed in this world - you may not think you're that transparent but I can see it, I can see your pain..."
Her words take me back slightly.
"You know you look just like her Mila...your mother."
"You knew her?" I say stunned by the mention of my mother.
"We used be best friends when Giuseppe and your father were on good terms, it's a shame that didn't last too long," she states sadly, "I can't imagine how hard it's been for you with their deaths, do you know who was behind it?"
