Morana, a thirteen year old assassin, a legend. She was born in France and raised by the French mafia.
She gets sent to kill a Cortello brother, she doesn't succeed and she gets shot, she is taken to the hospital and the police gets involved and th...
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I finally got my stitches. We were walking down the hospital's corridor when Milo and Adriano appeared out of nowhere. I looked at Kieran confused to find him confused too.
"What are you doing here?" Kieran asked them.
"la mafia irlandese è qui, lei non è affatto al sicuro e nemmeno Dom. (the irish mafia is here, she's not safe at all and neither is Dom.)" Adriano told Kieran whose expression changed to a serious one telling me that whatever Adriano told him is not good news. I mean it's obviously bad news when Dom is mentioned.
"perché Dom non è sicuro? (Why is Dom not safe?)" Kieran said in a questioning tone.
"The fucker went to France a few weeks ago uccidere l'erede irlandese (to kill the irish heir) without us knowing." Milo said. Okay so apparently there's some fucker who went to France a few weeks ago without them knowing— Fucking frustrating! I hate it when I don't know what's happening.
"Can someone tell me what's going on?" I asked not hiding that I am bothered.
"So what do we do with her?" Kieran asked completely ignoring my question.
"She's going with Arlo, he's gonna take her home." Milo said grabbing my arm but I hate it when people do that to me. So I backed away from him aggressively.
"I am not going anywhere until I know what's going on." I frowned.
"Morana." Milo warned. "You're gonna go home with Arlo."
"But why?— what about you? I heard Dom's name, what did he do?— Oh he's the fucker who went to Paris a few weeks ago— Is this about our mission, the one we were sent to kill the Irish heir? Is the Irish mafia here?"
"lei è intelligente." Adriano chuckled. I am smart, intelligente is the same in french, I guess it won't be hard learning Italian.
"I am not telling you anything Morana, you're gonna go home—"
"No! If it's the Irish mafia then this is my fight and I won't back away!" I cut Milo off and his anger was starting to appear on his face that I actually got nervous. "I am sorry but I can't just... basically run away." Is this what a princess is? Her only duty is to stay protected? That's not me. I literally fight better than all of them.
"You see Morana..." Milo said in a low scary tone leaning towards me. "I don't fucking care about your morals when it's about your safety. Arlo please make sure she reaches our home safely and by any means necessary."
"Miss Morana, please make this easier for both of us." A guy said from behind me startling me. I think this is Arlo and he actually looks young, I'd say he's Kieran's age. You know what...
"Okay." I said with a tight lipped sarcastic smile. "See you at home then." I said looking at Milo.
