Mafiosa

2

VALENTINA LUCCHESE

I arrive at the house where I'm supposed to collect some money. It was an old, white, townhouse surrounded by an untamed lawn.

Walking over to the trunk of my car, I grab my favourite glock and silencer that was stuffed inside a blue duffle bag, and slam the trunk closed. Even though our murders were always planned, I never had too worry too much if I ever slipped up, as it was very easy to bribe law officals.

Connecting the silencer to my glock, I start to enter the property. Peering through one of the front windows, I see a man in his mid-thirties sitting on a chair. His beer belly was hanging out from his stained shirt, while screaming at a football game that was currently playing on television.

Stupid bastard.

I continue to walk around the back of the house until I reach a door. I quietly turn the silver knob, my eyes filled with satisfaction when the door opens. Tiptoeing inside the house, I walk towards the living room where I saw the man previously. I was about to sneak up behind him, before I heard the sound of a dog barking behind me.

I turn around to see a black dane snarling its teeth at me. Without hesitation, I shoot it in the head, and watch its body collapse to the floor, lifeless. The sound of the shot must have alerted the fat bastard on the couch because the volume of the television was lowered.

"Sheila, are you home?" I hear the man ask.

In response, I expose myself from my hiding spot, and come face to face with the man. "Hey Emilio! How are the kids? Is Jackie doing well at school?" I sweetly ask.

"W-who are you?" He stutters.

Instead of answering, I motion for him to sit on the chair where he was watching television before. "So, Emilio, are you aware that you owe a friend..." I pause and pretend to think, tapping my manicured finger against my chin. I finished my sentence, "Twenty grand."

He instantly understands what I'm talking about and his face pales. "I'm sorry, please", he begs, now on his knees.

I've always enjoyed watching a man beg on his knees for his life, with both of us knowing that I am now in control of whether he will wake up the next day.

"Daddy!" The sound of little footsteps pattering against the floor alerts me, and I immediately grab the little figure by their arms. It was a girl, maybe five or six years old looking back at me with watery eyes, noticing the gun I have in my other hand.

"Please, no!" Emilio screams, running towards the little girl.

"One more step and I swear to god I will kill her." I tell him, making him stop in his tracks.

"What's your name sweetie?" I ask, slowly dragging the tip of the gun along her jaw.

"e-e-Emily." She responds, shaking uncontrollably.

"What a pretty name." I smile at her, then turn my attention back to Emilio. I point the gun at him, "Go get me fifty grand, you fat fuck." He runs up the stairs, and comes back down quickly with an opened suitcase.

"Ahh-good boy. Now put the suitcase on the table." I order, then carefully check the money, with the head of my gun now pressed flat against the little girl's forehead. Instantly after I finish checking, I shoot him in the head, and do the same to the little girl. A red liquid pours out their lifeless bodies.

I feel absolutely nothing, not one emotion, as I watch their bodies hit the floor. My eyes look over to the little girl whose light blonde hair was now decorated with a crimson red. Even though she had no involvement, I still had to kill her. It was a big rule in the mafia. You have to kill every single witness when doing a job. If you didn't, then you'd be putting your life on the line, from the mafia or when the child grows up and seeks revenge.