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FIVE

Elizabeth...

I looked at myself in the mirror. There she was, Elizabeth Russo, ready to become a badass woman. I had cut my hair shorter, in a simple bob cut, like the girl from the movie The Professional. I liked it, I think. My hair had gotten darker than from when I was with Aaron.

It was actually the reason Vic made me cut it. Having my hair and other aspects of my previous life would probably spark something in him. I had to show him that I was someone else.

Vic didn't deny that Aaron was going to recognize me. In fact, I think he was hoping he would. Something in the tone of his voice, somehow smooth even after all the liquor.

I set down the rest of my thing on the bed. I was staying at a small, cheap motel. Vic and Micky were somewhere, probably watching me. Vic suggested I got in full character. A girl who was running away from the big bad mafia boss, and searching for help.

That's who I was. The girl begging for help. Just a little, whiny brat that was ungrateful for the good life a murder gave her!

BAM!

I moved the coffee table to cover the indent in the wall.

Sure, I might be under cover in a way, but this Elizabeth Russo's story isn't different from mine. For the longest time, I've been wanting to get away from him. From this madman that has everything, yet still goes out and starts wars.

I understood Aaron and his brothers. They needed the money, even if they lived in a big house and had food. They wanted to leave their life, but it wasn't cheap. Vic? Haha, he can leave whenever he wants, and just give his title over to someone else. The difference between Vic and Aaron, is that Aaron had a family. Vic has ghosts of one.

His brother, my father, is dead. And now he's trying to patch up his fallen marriage - after he killed Adaline's stillborn - with me. Dont even know why, Adaline is gone. It's not fair.

I flopped on the bed and sighed, running a hand through my newly cut hair. Dirty blonde, from all the lies and blood. My eyes, no longer bright and determined, but gray and looking for peace. I felt old. Sad. Tired.

God, I'm so tired of it all.

I went to sleep, thinking about what still had to come.

...

I woke to the sound of shuffling in my room. My eyes shot open, body reacting on instinct, and reached for whatever was on the counter. Except, since it wasn't my room, there was no pocket knife.

Luckily, it was just Micky, jumping around and looked in every drawer.

"Micky? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I let him say goodmorning." A voice said from the bathroom. Vic had his suit on, hair comed back and slick, and he was brushing his teeth. I dropped down and let the feeling sink in.

It's the day I'll be seeing him. Seeing Victoria, and how she's been living with him. The day I'll stop them of what they thought they had. Family.

They may love eachother, but they arent blood. Tori needs to be with us. Then everything will be better...

Vic will be satisfied, and maybe hopefully, he'll calm down for good.

I got up again, this time, ready to take everything on!

I quickly changed before Vic came back, and started to tell Micky what would be happening today. Vic came in mid speech.

"Elizabeth, we have to go. Now." He said, slowly and somehow playful. It was a little creepy, not going to lie.

"Right." I say, and turn back to Micky. "I'm going to be gone for a little bit, but when I come back, I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll play until I get so tired you'll have to push me around in a chair." I pinched his cheeks.

He giggled, making me smile, knowing I could hear it before I left.

"Promise you'll come back?" He asked, and held up his pinky. I looked up at Vic, who had a small smile. If I had looked a little longer, I would have seen pity, and not pride.

I linked my pinky with his and tightened.

"I promise," I said, "no matter what."

...

I stood in front of the dark door and the light colored house. In the night, it had a little hue. My hand quivered when I went to knock, so I quickly pulled it down to my side.

Vic and Micky had already left, but I can still feel their eyes on me. God, why am I so nervous?!

Is it because the entire mission depends on this, or is it because I'm not ready? I've been asking for a job, asking for something to help out with, and now I finally get it. But I can't knock on the bloody door!

Or... is it something else entirely? Is it someone else?

I haven't seen Aaron in a long time, sure, but I still remember him. I remember the good days, before I was taken. Am I nervous that he will or wont remember me? Either one could hurt me. And this mission...

I shook my head aggressively and slapped my cheeks to get pumped up. I messed up my hair a little, to make it look like I was really worried and scared.

Well, being scared I don't really have to fake. I'm always scared when Vic is around or watching. I guess it's a perfect cover, huh?

My hand reached up again, this time in a tight first so that it wouldn't tremble. I'm going to do this! I'm going to convince them, and I'm going to get Victoria. I'm going to help her get used to the life, and then everything will be fine!

Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Everything will be...

Fine.

I felt it vibrate against my knuckles and waited until the sound of the click.

And then I saw them. The dead man walking, the trophy and the traitor.

I blinked quickly and fidgeted in place. I took a deep breath and faced them, as confidently as Vic would let me.

"I'm Elizabeth Russo, and I need your help."

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