The Enemy

Chapter Four

~Samora~

-call me when you leave the movies I want to know when he'll be on his way to take you home, and it better not take him more than 20.

I sent Ana a text warning her of my one rule I gave her before she left for her date. In all honesty I did not want to let her go but I keep asking myself what kind of sister would I be if I keep her from experiencing a life because of my own fear. Then there's the more logical part of me that's reminding me that it'll hurt her more if we are somehow found and she has to leave the life she's working to experience.

Then there's the other more motherly part of me that's convincing me that the death I staged for Ana actually held up. I set fire to an apartment building in Chicago a year ago. I managed to convince a lot of people to leave before I did it but there were still 23 casualties Ana being one of them. I provided the media with a picture of her painting the story that she died with the others and since the bodies were burned beyond recognition it was a good coverup.But I'm too much of a realist to fully let myself believe that. Sure I might've convinced the local authorities and the media but I know for sure that there could be a fifty precent chance it didn't hold up. I don't live in the real world no matter how unsuccessfully I try to convince myself otherwise. I can't afford to allow myself to think so recklessly but I also can't forbid my sister from having some kind of life. I want her life to be whatever she wants it to be, I didn't have that luxury and I won't deny her it as well.

There's a perk to being the big sister. Wink

With Ana being away for the time being I don't really have much to do. I suppose I could research for this new contract I received a few days ago something about it caught my attention but not in a good way like one might think. The pay out is copious of course and the target seemed easy enough but that's kind of what got to me. Usually my clients are either elite people, you know - politicians, FBI agents, some corporate office official, CEOS of powerful businesses, detectives, judges, and that one time i assassinated the president when I was thirteen or in some kind gang. Basically my targets aren't usually people that can be popped off in one go. It usually takes finesse and patience.

Even the ones that can be popped off require a bit of finesse.

The target's name is Alex. On the surface he looks to be like any regular guy. 27 year old male, mixed race with an Italian dad and white mom, works for an insurance company in New Jersey, single with no known kids. Simple. But in my experience nothing in life is ever simple. He leads a normal life from the looks of it and if I want to find the reason he's being targeted I'll have to look for it myself.

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I spent the better part of my day looking for anything I could find on Alex and the only thing I could find was that he's been attempting to make contact with the Italian Mafia. The only thing I know about the Italian Mafia is what I've learned during my stay in Italy and that my dad has been at war with them for 20 years. Nobody knows who the boss is or what he even looks like. Even though he controls his entire country nobody has ever seen him in person, with the exception of those close to him. From what I've heard people say about him he seems like a pretty decent person considering he runs a mob. He doesn't rule with an iron fist the way my dad does. People respect him because he's a man of his word and I suppose that's where the fear comes in at because he does what he says he going to do whether that's a bullet in the skull or an easy million dollars just for showing loyalty and honor. I've heard he's a man of honor so I suppose he expects the people around him to show honor whatever that may mean. He doesn't have to feed off fear because it comes naturally,  he's like a ghost you don't believe in until it's too late. However I'm not really that knowledgeable about Mafia life and how everything is run despite my dad running his own. I didn't grow up at home I was sent to a training camp when I was 10 years old to be trained in the art of killing. And I call it art because what I do and how I do it is like an art form to me. I try to keep it as clean as possible but I'm not above torture and getting my hands dirty if I have too.