Fatalé (18+)

Chapter seven

Ilaria

When I said that I would never set foot back into Italy again, I lied. Because I returned back to Italy. This time, I went alone. No Alfonso, no Ricardo. And I was fucking glad.

I also took advantage of this moment and decided not to keep in contact with anyone. This was my time to go full incognito, under cover, disappear temporarily. But it's impossible isn't it? It impossible when I work for them, and it's impossible when they know that I can't and won't just disappear like that, because they need me just as much as I need them. The thought cringes me, how I never needed them in my life before but now I do. They were my only source of income.

Income.

Is that the only source in my life?

Money can make you do bad things, but not as bad as killing people. When I was first offered this job, I was sure about it even before Ricardo gave me time to think about it because I was already trained enough to do it. Mentally, I take no notice of it. When you do something continuously, it becomes the norm for you. So, there's no space in your brain to even decipher that it's a bad thing to do. No one cares, only the authorities but really, they don't care too. They don't care about the people that are dying by my hands, they care about putting me away so they are praised for doing what they're getting paid for. Because the people I kill, get into trouble willingly. I'm just doing a generous favour for the authorities.

Italy was beautiful, it is still beautiful. But it's not a place I'd want to spend a second of my time in. The last time I was here was a month ago and I promised myself I would never return but here I was, back again, this time in Rome.

I was hoping it doesn't become a regular thing for me to visit Italy, though it was my life, I'd like to move on.

I sigh, lately, my job was beginning to become boring. I needed a different setting. This was the fifth conference party I've attended this month and all my targets were rich associates with the Mafia's across Europe. I was losing count on how many parties I was attending, this meant all the dresses I've wore have either teared apart or was ruined with blood. I thought to myself that today, I'll try and be tidy.

The party was beginning to settle now that food was distributed. Lots and lots of champagne and pizza. Typical. I hold a glass full of champagne as an accessory, so I don't raise any suspicions. My target today was a fifty-something year old male, who just retried from whatever he does. A bit early to retire, I thought when I first studied him but as I learnt more about him, I understood why. He wasn't retiring actually, he was retiring from his job only to join the dirty underworld work permanently. He wants dirt money, dirty life and a dirty death. I pitied him, though his job as a benefactor was just as bad as his new job, I still pitied. He was never a benefactor for a good cause because a man never makes promises to charities and then uses them as a disguise of his real business he first took on as a temporary hobby, now he is making it out to be his career for the rest of his life. This is what this fucker did.

Anyway, I retrieve into position because the quicker I do my job, the quicker I can get the fuck out of here. People were everywhere just as expected, this wasn't easy but I make it easy for myself. I roll on my gloves over my hand and grab my binoculars, the target was there so right now was about the fucking right time for me to do the job.

"Addio Paolo." I mumble, holding my silencer in my hand. My finger was ready to press but just as I prepare, the lights popped, shutting down every source of electricity in this venue.

I clench my jaw and pull away for a moment, contemplating about this mishap. Surely, it was done on purpose and I had no contingency plan set out for me, for the first time because I decided to disregard Alfonso and Ricardo. If they were here today, they might've been able to inform me of what had occurred and probably got me out of this situation whilst also having me get the job done. See, this is what I get when I think I can live on without them. I can, but I just don't want to.