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[1.] Prologue

{{DAMARA ROMANO}}

Look, I understand how people see me as alone. I have no one and everyone I've ever loved is either dead or has walked out of my life.

Overtime that pain and loss builds up into rage. I have a small body but it's filled with nothing but rage. Everyone sees me as crazy, or scary, even resentful. Because I'm all of those things.

Besides the people that call me crazy are normally civilians. They don't understand what it's like in this business. How deadly and hurtful it really is. What if does to someone who used to be normal.

Who knew I could become so deadly. They don't call me the battle angel for nothing. I am the story parents tell their children at bedtime. And not the sweet story either.

I'm a menace. If you were to tell me eight years ago that I would be kidnapped and stuck into an assassin program, I would think assassins were fake.

It didn't help that after I was pulled out of the program my godfather put me smack dab in the middle of yet another mafia. But this time I was accepted. I became apart of their family.

I'm happy I have my own 'pack' you could call it. I have no one still and I'm constantly as this state of loneliness but the feeling of people having my back is enough to keep me going.

Buzz

Bu-

I grabbed my phone and picked up the call. It was Grant. My godfather. He only calls me when he has a job for me so this should be interesting.

"Yeah, what do you want." I said into the phone.

"Hey, this job is very important and the only way for you to succeed if for you to have a partner. I know you work alone after you're last incident but please just hear me out-" He started but I cut him off. I'm not that stupid. Never again.

"I won't. I refuse to. You know exactly what happened last time. I lost everything, I won't risk it again." I hated that he even brought up the possibility.

"You have to Damara. You don't have a choice." He hissed.

"I'm a grown ass woman! I don't need you controlling me anymore. I'm not the same kid you plucked out of the program. Everything I touch dies. I'm not going through anything like that again. I'm sorry to be a let down." God I just wish I could change.

"I understand your concerns, sweetheart. But please help me. I'm literally begging you. I'll fly out to Berlin and get on my fucking knees. We're after Black. He murdered your parents in front of you. Please!" He begged and pleaded.

A piece of me cracked when he mentioned my parents. This motherfucker is low, I know this from former experience working with him. the point is hell go far and beyond to get what he wants. using my parents is just baiting me.

"Whatever, Who would my partner be?" I'm giving in. Not because I'm tired or fighting him but because this argument would last at least another hour and I don't have the time or patience for that.

"Vittorio Mariano." He mumbled.

"Fuck no." I said plainly and hung up the phone. He wants to partner me with a fuckboy? A literal man whore? I don't think so. Yet he calls me again. I decline again.