The 2 great assassins that only knew each other as Enemies find they both have deep love for each other but neither want to listen to it. They both know there family's will never except it and will most likely kill both of them so they try and run a...
I stumble back but make sure not to lose my balance. The Drones bullets brush against my hair missing, ricocheting off the aluminum panel behind me. I grabbed the the pistol I had dropped just a second ago and quickly shot down the 3 drones, the one that almost just blew my brains out and the other 2 coming up behind it. I dive behind one of the barriers as 4 more come up from each side of the room. My father watches from the bullet proof windows. he's watching every move I make, judging making sure I'm good enough.
My father is the leader of one of the most powerful Italian mafias in the world. But all he does is throw orders. He makes everyone else do his dirty work most of the time. He also makes sure I'm trained daily to be the best I can be, being I am one out of the 2 best trained assassins out there I expect it.
"So... no comments today"
I say as I walk out of the sweaty training room. My father is leaning against the window staring off into the distance. He does that a lot when he is thinking. I prepare myself knowing he's gonna make some nasty comment even though he knows damn well I could beat his ass. That's what he does. I complain but I know he does it to push me, push me to be better then I already am.
" you hesitate"
" what?"
"You don't shoot right away you think to much and it's making you week"
"Well maybe if you were not watching my every move I wouldn't be so hesitant"
He rolled his eyes. I took that as my cue to leave. I start heading to my room to take a shower but get distracted by my dads office door open, with papers scattered all over his chestnut wood desk. I walk in and turn on the small lamp next to the desk top computer. I slowly scan over the papers and quickly notice there files on Silvio Damiano.
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His name on the paper in enough to send waves of anger threw my body. Silvio is one of the other reasons my father makes me train so much. He's the son to Alvaro Damiano who has been are rivals for as long as Myself, and everyone else can remember.
You know how I mentioned there was 2 assassins? Yeah he just happens to be the other one. I hadn't encountered Silvio on my own until we were on a mission to obtain as much info as possible from there data base. We were at a ball undercover in Venice. No one had seen much of me considering I had just turned 15. I have been training since I was almost 4 but I had never been on a mission or show my face around anyone other then at home. My father liked to keep me a secret, people knew about me but they knew nothing about my looks or what I was capable of. So there was no need for me to go undercover like the rest. I was a little nervous considering this the first time it was real and not just training.
The plan was to grab the info we needed and get out before they were able to stop anything. But plans got fucked up and Silvio ended up being the one I ran into. He didn't know anything about me so I just lied threw my teeth. I did not last long, he noticed the small tattoo on the in side of my wrist.
