Arabella Anastasi is just a girl, with a dark past. She wore a mask and hood at school (although, she hardly showed up) to avoid people and questions, she went by a fake name too. Her mafia involvement wasn't a big help either, her secret could be a...
Please bare with this ALSO I TOOK THAT PICTURE^ YES THATS MY KNIFE YES I TOOK THAG PIC YUH
‼️‼️TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD, AND MURDER‼️‼️
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I wait on the roof top. Three snipers behind me, always waiting to be called on.
Angelo Diaz went into the bank, some thirty minutes ago. The cameras I set in the bank showed he was packing his stuff, getting ready to leave.
With all the city cameras frozen, I could get an aim without getting caught. But will I? No, I won't.
I'm going to kill him, up close. In other words, give him one of the worst ways of death; snap his neck, or slit his throat.
Some of the most painful ways to die, other than spending days in my torture cells.
I checked the cameras on my smart watch, he was just about to exit.
His security would be the snipers job to take out.
I climbed down from the roof of the building I was watching from, and went near the exit of the bank where his car was parked.
License Plate JKV10P, a black Range rover, with overly tinted windows. I walk over there, in a black hoodie and sweats, as usual.
With master keys that Lorenzo had programmed to unlock nearly any car, I unlocked the car and got in the back.
Sitting down I let out a breath and the driver looked back at me confused as to what I was doing here instead of Mr. Diaz.
He opened his mouth to ask the very question of 'who are you?'
Not waiting for the words to spill out, I loaded the smallest handgun I owned that was inside my pocket. Reloading and adding silencers to guns were a reflex to me, I could do it without thinking.
He stared back confused, as he did, I cocked the gun a final time and took it out of my pocket.
I shot. Aiming for the head, as always.
He didn't even fully register what happened, his eyes went wide only after I pulled the trigger.
I then waited, taking his tie, jacket and hat off, I put them on myself.
Somehow it was only a little baggy but it was unnoticeable from where my target would sit.
I didn't bother with changing my pants, black sweats and dress pants look the same in my opinion.
I needed to do something with his body. So, I took some guaze from my hoodie pocket, which I was wearing under the white dress shirt the dead man had provided, and wrapped his head to stop the blood.
I don't want a mess just yet.
"Fuck," I whispered to myself as I tucked his body in a body bag which I care fully tucked into the trunk, all while moving around on the inside of the car.
