Mafia's Assassin

Chapter 2

The Day After The Infiltration
I sit at my family dining table, right at the far end sits my father, my mother sits beside him for a united front but I could tell she was hurt. I just dreaded to know how. Andres sat opposite me covered in knicks and bruising of his left eye and jaw, blood and dirt thick under his nails. Then there was me, my neck bruised with a large hand print, little cuts along my forearms for my efforts to get to Jorge, blood thick in my matted hair, splattered up my clothes and my chin covered in dry blood.

I looked by far the worst from the bunch unless you factor in Jorge ... Jorge my throat tightens, threatening to cut of my air supply with the swelling. My eyes sting as I look to the ceiling in my temporary silenced state.

"The Russians are to blame for this" my father's fist pounding from the table filling the silence. We look to him

"They were making a play for our night life empire. The bars, the clubs hell even the fucking strippers!" He roars

"Andres, I need you to take your inheritance. Step up and be the man I've trained you to be" he nods

"Emilie .." his eyes fall to me full of sorrow, my mother's hand squeezes his and I know what they think. That I've been ruined by a Russian, my pride no longer intact and they were right it wasn't, but not from a Russian. On my own terms and I'm glad I did.

Standing I wave my hand silancing him leaving the room, no longer wanting to feel their unwanted and unneeded pity. Standing in my bedroom I run a bath that I sit and soak in. Looking at the colour of the water, I jump from its surface and hit the shower while the evidence of the night washes away, numb.

Exiting the shower now dressed in my joggers and vest, I stand in my now clean room wondering how we had any staff left. Climbing into bed I don't leave for a week, only eating my meals to keep my strength when there's a knock at the door

"Enter" my voice hoarse as Father sits on the edge of my bed

"The time has come" I nod knowing the blow we received would lead to this

"Emilie I .."

"Stop.." my hand covers his "they didn't get me.. at least not in the manner you think they did.." my father lets out a large breath, tears pricking his eyes

"I killed four men that night" my eyes looking beyond my father "I snapped his neck with my bare hands for trying to ..." my words trail of. My father covers my hand with his

"The other I slit his throat.."

"I know.." my eyes fall to my father "the young maid told me"

"Is she okay ?" Wiping my running nose as he nods.

"She's gone to work with the girls", I nod as the scene flashes before my eyes

"I shot two men .. at Jorges door, but I was to late.." my eyes fall to my father's hand containing mine as I weep.

"Shh princesa" my father coos, running his hand down my hair but the mention of the word reminds me of him

"Viktar" his hand stills
"What did you say .."
"Viktar" pulling away to lock my eyes with his

"You met him ?" I nod to my father's questioning, hearing the strain in his voice.

"I didn't just meet him father, I shot him" my father's eyes widen "I bit his ear of and I gauged his wound to make him bleed" my jaw tightening as the flames filled my veins "for Jorge" my eyes flick to my father who holds me tight

"For Jorge"

Present day ....
My husband offers me his hand as he twirls me round the floor. I have to hand it to him, he really knows how to move. Once our dance was over I walk from the floor to be greeted by Valdemar and his wife Mila