Mafia's Assassin

Chapter 3

Meilin's congratulations caused a sea of glasses to be raised in our direction. Wrapping his hand round my slender waist, he pulls me close and we to, find glasses to raise

"To us! May we have a long life together" his eyes finding mine

"Here here!" Is chimed from the people as we drink. Something catches his eye, causing him to lead us to his distraction

"madre, padre" (mother, Father)
"figlio, figlia" (son Daughter)

He kisses his mother's cheek while his father's lips graze my knuckles
"A word ?" I nod as my father in law leads me to a quiet corner of the room

"I wish to know about a certain .. assist your family has"

"Oh ?" I raise my brows to him as he studies my face

"Now we are family, I may have use for such talent" halting in our tracks as he comes to face me. Dark hair slicked back the same as his son, his Hazel eyes trying to peer into my soul

"Forgive me, padre but what makes you think a woman like me would know the ins and out of family business? I fulfilled my duty" he nods deep in thought

"Well part of your duty, you have to give me a grand child first" Sofia chuckles placing her hand on my shoulder. Her statement is enough to make my stomach begin to turn in its welcomed emptiness. I dryly chuckle back

"What were you two discussing alone, in this dark corner of the room ?" Her turn to raise her brows to her husband

"I was asking her of the blonde assissin I'd heard about that secured the families club back in their favour" Sofia sighs rolling her eyes

"Mario do you tell me the details of your line of work ?" Crossing her arms. Mario thinks for a moment and shakes his head "Why is that ?"

"Because you are the woman of the house"

"Exactly, the same applies to Emilie" her hand expressed towards me

"My apologies young Princesa, this is a discussion that should be made in private with the men of your house" I nod

"Now, no more business talk for the evening it is their wedding Mario !" He nods

"sì amore" (yes love) watching them leave arm in arm, I head to my new room for a moments peace, locking the door. Opening my wardrobe, I reach for small case buried in the wall. Once pulled into sight, with tender fingers I unlatch the lid and sigh.

Walking to the mirror, I smooth out my blonde wig. A smile tinting my features.

Three years ago ....
Hanging from my wrists by a chain, two men take turns pounding into my flesh. I gasp and grunt as my body twist and sways under their contact

"Tell me what you know gurl.." their Swedish brat leaning on a desk, watching his muscle men at work

"Boss look at her" they scoff "if she knew anything, she'd have talked" I hang limp on my toes, blood dripping from my lip.

The sweed clamps my jaw in his hand as my phone rings. My heavy eyes squint at him as the pleasure of my pain runs through him

"Answer it, place it on speaker. I want to hear her families cries" his sickly smile fixated on me

"Terminar te necesito en casa" (terminate, I need you home) my ears listen for his final words
"matar" (kill)

The phone ends and I close my eyes, a smile hinting on my features.
"What are you smiling at gurl!" The Swed shakes my chin