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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 5- 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

Some people survive chaos and that is how they grow. And some people thrive in chaos because that is all they know. -Pinterest

I woke up that next morning in pain, not just physically though, the glass had torn through my pants and cut up my legs and arms, but mentally. I had never hated myself more than I do now and I have had many moments in my life where I thought myself to be worthless.

Most men and women in this business were brought up with the beliefs that this was right, but I wasn't. I wasn't brought up by mafia leaders or workers, I had absolutely no association with it at all. Didn't even know it existed until I was a teenager.

So all of this was different, wrong to me. Killing others with no remorse? I am most certainly not a sin free person in this life, but I would have never done something like this. It might have actually made this whole thing easier if I knew no different than to kill.

I very slowly got up that morning, not because I wanted to, but because I had to. It was currently 12, I had 8 hours, 8 hours until I had to kill a man. I never cleaned my wounds, but did change my pants so nobody could notice. I put on a black turtleneck and black tight fitting pants. I just needed to cover the cuts, I didn't need any questions. I simply lingered around, not knowing what to do with myself, until eventually it was 615 and I knew I had to leave. It took thirty minutes to get there, that is if the train wasn't running late. So I made my way there.

After a terrible 30 minutes of standing in the train, I finally made it their. Now I had to walk a few blocks. Two rights and 1 left, two rights and 1 left, I continued repeating that in my head as I walked there. As I was trying harder than ever to distract myself. I had to put on that heartless, stone cold bitchy facade. As I was about to open the door I wiped the final tear from my eyes. Little did I know that I was not alone.

I made my way inside with ease, not looking a bit like how I felt. Cool, calm, collected, heartless, while inside I felt empty, broken, worthless, and a million other things. On the bench outside Columbo's office was Ricci, sitting there. He seemed calm, but by his posture you could tell he was slightly anxious, but was it because he thought this was wrong? Or because he just wanted to do well? I suppose I'd never know. I opted out of sitting next to him, instead chose to stand across from him. We made eye contact for a minute, he was the one ot break it. I didn't expect him to say anything so I just kept my head down.

"You ready?" He questioned.

I was slightly shocked at hima actually talking but quickly recovered and responded.

"Of course." I responded.

Just then Columbo came out to us. He had his same black suit on, hair black and grey all slicked back, a phone and car keys in his hand. I managed to tell that the car was A BMW from the keys, but nothing else.

"Here's the phone, the directions were put on it, when your done burn it." Columbo handed me the phone and told me.

He then proceeds to hand Ricci the keys. He looked at both of us and nodded. There's our que.

Once we got out into the parking lot Ricci un locked the car to find it. It was a dark grey 2020 2301 BMW. It was a nice car, leather seats, very spacious for the small car that it was. Ricci drove, which I was fine with, I would probably crash if I drove right now. I read off directions to him as he drove, he was a decent driver, yet at this point if he made us crash I wouldn't care.

Eventually we were making the final turn into the loading dock. There were large containers everywhere, as expected. Ricci backed the car in between two containers. We both silectly got out of the car, both having a gun, finding them in the glovebox of the car. I had mine in my hand, his in his pocket. We slowly walked around some of the containers, he had to be somewhere nearby.