K I T T Y | 18+

P R O L O G U E

LETS GET one thing straight. I do not like being called Adi. My mother called me Adi. Everyone els can call me Kitty.

My mother was a beautiful woman, inside and out. She always made sure I was well off. She sacrificed a lot of things for me, including her happiness. I had a very good early childhood. My father had walked out on us at a young age. I was very young so it didn't effect me much. But now that I am older, I can only imagine the hurt my mom felt. Even tho, she would only tell me nice things about the man. Always sticking up for him when I would ask where he was. My mother raised me into the young women I was becoming, until her death. She was only 37 years old, so young. After her death at the age of 13, I was sent to Russia to live with my father.

My father was not very much of a man in my eyes. A coward hiding behind anything he could. Hiding behind me for the most part. Hiding behind the most feared creation he has created.

My father was a businessman. Not just any businessman tho. He owned a top class assassin company. Ivanov Inc. Only the top of the top worked for him.

At the young age of 13 he had started training me, moulding me into his perfect weapon. Tortured when I refused to kill, rewarded when I did kill. At first I was very reluctant. A teenager expected to kill on command. Pretty fucked up if you ask me.

I liked my job now, don't get me wrong. I didn't like that I was forced into it, I had no choice but to kill, or be killed. I don't know how all that would impact that would put on a adolescent mind but it can't be good. Considering I have so many damn problem.

"Kitty?" The man across from me asked. I shook my head of my thoughts. "Will you take the assignment?" The man asked as I realized I had ignored his entire explanation.

"How much?" I asked trying not to sound confused. I was meeting him at a small bar. Behind my fathers back of course. He had took me out of the field just recently. Claiming I was "to valuable" and I was becoming "reckless". I wanted to go out again. I hadn't killed someone in over a month and I was going stir crazy.

"32 million." He spoke as if it wasn't a lot of money. I choked on my water as my eyes left my head.

Do you know what a women could do with 32 million fucking dollars?

"I'll take the job." I said without thinking. My traitor of a mouth speaking before I could even think about it.

32 million dollars could get you away from him. It was a good point. All I wanted was to finally get away from my father.

"Mr. Nitti will be sending a plane in 42 hours, you will meet at the south ridge airport, you are to pack everything you own as you will be staying with the family for a very long time." The man said standing up and grabbing something from his inside pocket. "This is the contract and 100,000 dollars cash up front, Mr. Nitti expects your full discretion when dealing with this matter." He handed me a large envelope and retreated away. I let out a shaky breath that I hadn't realized I was holding.

What had brought me to this point? To the point where I'm meeting sketchy ass people in sketchy ass places. I guess I didn't really have a choice, I was bred for this. I slowly gathered my things, stuffing it all in my backpack before exiting the dingy bar.

The sun was setting, creating a aura of orange and red colours in the sky. I sighed as I threw my leg over my motor bike and started it. The loud purr coming from the engine made me smile. I pulled my backpack off and took out the envelope.

The name Nitti sounded very familiar and I needed to know now, how much shit I just put myself in. The contract was thick making me groan. I already knew I would have multiple hits, what was I thinking? 32 million dollars for one hit? I had to of known better. Reading the first couple lines of the contract I realized exactly how much shit I was in.

Giovanni Nitti, don of the Italian mafia. If I sign this I will be essentially signing my soul away to the devil. I shook my head and shoved the contract back into my bag. I had a very big decision to make and I had to make it quick.