I look at the woman in front of me yet I can't help but still picture her as the small girl that she was years ago even if it feels like yesterday.
My jet black hair--slightly curly due to me not brushing it after showering since I was in a hurry. In a hurry to murder.
I stand there in my slightly olive skin. In black lingerie, my curves are quite visible, so are my breasts. My tattoos complimenting my skin. My eyes trail the newest one I got; a flower, even if I've despised the thought of getting a flower as a tattoo, this one has a special place in my heart. My mothers favorite flower--a jasmine. It lays itself on my ring finger.
I've never met my mother. All I know that she died after giving birth to me. Andre's told me that she's in the past and I should keep it that way. That I shouldn't weep for a woman whose already dead. I think I wanted to prove him wrong; I wanted to have something to remember her from.
Sometimes I wonder what our relationship would have been like if she was here today.
Bruises and cuts litter on my body. Some bullet wounds which haven't fully healed. I've several scars on my body also and I wear them with pride. They make me who I'm today; a warrior.
I have just come back from a assassination. I succeeded. Our mafia has a whole cleanse program whenever you go back into the main warehouse. It's for precautions, just incase you have some type of tracker implanted on you without you knowing, if your bringing something into the facility which is prohibited.
Do an assassination, go to the main warehouse, inform whoever hired you on your job and leave. Only the trusted members are allowed to stay here longer then 20-30minutes.
The inner society runs this warehouse. Pretty much the most important people. It's where our best hackers are, where some of our important planning takes place. It's where the business runs. A fucking castle.
The warehouse is just a small part of the whole controlling system of the mafia leaders and inner society. If you were to know the whole picture, you'd be the most trusted. A capo.
And I do. I know every inch of this mafia like the back of my hand.
"Sage, your back." The door on the wall beside me opens snapping me out of my thoughts. There stands Chloe leaning against the white door.
"Nah, I'm still in Antarctica." I slightly roll my eyes and smile. "Just give me a minute, I'll be out."
She passes me my clothes and closes the door behind. At the moment I'm in a completely white-painted room. No furniture except a mirror and a black couch where my padded uniform lays and my guns and knives lay.
I know a camera is recording me right now; it's here for the sole purpose nobody tries anything they shouldn't. Such as sneaking in generates or weapons which aren't allowed inside. It's abit pervented; the idea of watching someone undress yet I know the precaution is a must.
I barely look like a woman in my uniform. It would be hard to even recognize me, even by my own mafia.
I'm not even suppose to be alive.
Putting on black jeans, a strapless black crop top pairing it my iconic black leather jacket. I put my gun in my waistband and put the knives into the inner pockets of my jacket.
I finally exit out of the white door and as soon as I leave, a guard walks in and takes my uniform to a certain special door. He has a silver badge meaning he's trusted enough to deal with the leaders belongings.
I have told Joseph that I'll put away my own uniform yet he denies every time saying that I shouldn't do tasks that the other soldiers do, he doesn't want them to think I'm the same position as them even If I do pretty much the same tasks as them.
