(In the process of editing and filling plot holes lol) If the term "fuck around and find out" was a person it'd be Erin Whitaker. Being sold at the age of 18, she's back five years later with revenge on her mind. No one is gonna get in her way excep...
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Smoke obscure my vision as I sit on this roof top.
Smoking
A nasty habit I picked up after Klaus gave me this damn assignment.
Slam! The folder came down on the desk in front of me. I open it like routine
"You're next target is Vincent Caputo."
Why does that name sound familiar? I look through the folder to see that this man always has an entourage. How the fuck was I supposed to kill him?
Looking through the schedule and locations, something was off. I rear back surprised and look up to see Klaus looking at me. The look on his face is of distain but I can't tell whether it's for me or the target
"You- You want me to kill the head of the Italian Mafia"
"Yes I do"
What the fuck?
Klaus circles me
"Don Caputo and I have history."
You have history with all of your targets
"I got a loan from him and I paid him back but now he's requesting more money."
That doesn't sound right. Klaus is fucking rich. Hella sponsorships, money from his inventions, prize money... something isn't right
"He's become a pain the ass and honestly I can't move forward with him always in my face. So you are going to get rid of him for me"
"This will cause more problems"
"Did I ask for your opinion?"
I keep my head down as I avoid eye contact. I've been gaining a little bit a lead way but I'm not trying to push it. Klaus has been his definition of "softer". Less beatings, less snapping but unfortunately more touching.
Klaus bends down to my ear
"I know you got this Little One. You leave tomorrow"
I bring to scope to my eye as I aim for Caputo's head. This kill had to be different. It had to be quick. As soon as I fire this shot, I'd have to get out of Italy as quick as possible
Lining up my shot, I feel cold metal against my temple
"Alzare"
I slowly rise to my feet as my gun is quickly snatched away from me. I turn and come face to face with the barrel of the gun. The man holding it. Average height, brown slicked back hair, roughish looks, and lean. I could take him but before I could make a move I feel another gun at the back of my head
"Non pensarci nemmeno"
Well I'm not thinking about it anymore, asshole. The man behind nudges me towards the door. I guess I wasn't moving fast enough because the one in front of me, pistol whips me in the face
