[6 Years Later, Location: A Bar in Los Angeles, California]
"Sin the target is sitting on the fourth table to the left. He is wearing a black hat and has a mole under his right eye."
"Got it, Angel," I replied as I began to walk seductively towards the target.
I sat down next to the target and ordered a glass of wine. I gulped it down and I felt the target's eyes on me.
"What are you doing here alone baby?" The target whispered so close to me that I could smell his nasty breath.
I glanced up at him and pouted, "My boyfriend cheated on me. I came here to let loose."
"I don't know why he would cheat on a beauty such as you." The target said as he tucked in a piece of black hair behind my ear.
I giggled as I batted my eyelashes.
"You think I'm beautiful!" I asked with a shy expression.
The target locked his lips and said, "Very. Why don't we go outside?"
I nodded and he took my hand and we made it outside.
"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked shyly.
The target's eyes widened in shock.
"I never smoked before. I just wanted to try," I said to ease the target.
The target nodded and said, "Let's smoke in the alley?"
"Okay."
We made our way to the alley and as he was about to hand me a cigarette, I quickly pulled out my knife and stabbed him in his stomach.
"Shit!" The target yelled out in pain.
I stepped on his ball sack and another shout of pain came.
"Who...who are you?" The man stutters in fear.
"Me? Well, I'm your worst nightmare, the name is Sin." I said as I sliced his head cleanly off.
"Angel, call the clean-up department. They have some work to do." I said into my intercom.
I walked away with my heels clicking on the cement floor. I made my way to my getaway car where my two sisters, Astrid AKA Phoenix and Ariana AKA Angel sat in.
"How did your mission go, Astrid?" I asked.
Astrid and I both had a mission at the bar with Ariana giving us information and hacking into the system to control the security and cameras.
"Great." She replied.
I looked behind me and saw a black car behind us. I paid no attention to it, however, as 10 minutes passed, I still saw the same black car behind us and frowned.
"We are being followed. Astrid sped up."
There were two people in the car. The driver and the passenger.
From their tattoos, there were Russians.
The passenger took out a rifle and began to shoot.
The Russian driver drove faster, causing our cars to collide.
We made it out of the car before it exploded.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the passenger guy aim for Ariana and I jumped in front of her.
Bang!
"Fuck!" I gasped as blood started to fall from my stomach.
"You will never escape!" The two Russians yelled as they ran away.
"Fuck! Ariana call Dr. Johnny!" Astrid yelled as she tore the sleeves of her shirt and wrapped it around my torso.
Dr. Johnny was our mafia doctor for the past two years. Having a doctor in the mafia was extremely helpful in times like this. Dr. Johnny wanted me to hire at least three more doctors due to our mafia expanding rapidly in the last two years.
Apparently, I should have listened to him.
"Dr. Johnny is out of town!" Aria yelled back in a panic.
"Oh shit! Call 911 then!"
Ariana quickly grabbed her phone and dialed 911.
I reached my hand out to stop Ariana from calling 911, and Ariana looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"Athena...?" Ariana questioned me.
"Don't...call..." I whispered out, beads of sweat dripping down my face from the effort.
I didn't want the authorities to get involved. They will find out we don't have any legal guardians and I don't want to be sent into foster care where the three of us could possibly split up.
We stay together, always and forever.
I could tell from the look of my two younger sisters' faces that they knew what I was thinking.
"But you're badly hurt, Athena!" Ariana exclaimed.
I shook my head no, but of course, Astrid took the phone from Ariana.
"I'm sorry Athena, you're bleeding out. Dr. Johnny is not here. I have to call 911."
Despite my pain, I let out a small chuckle.
"It's alright Astrid, just make sure we leave before the authorities find out we don't have legal guardians." I managed to say before passing out.
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