Making sure no one was in sight, I made my way further to look for somewhere to set up, I had to stay hidden, couldn't afford to be seen.
This mission meant a lot to me, I couldn't fuck things up.
I was sneaking around like a crazy ninja when I heard a sound, quickly, I hid behind a pillar with held breath as one of the staff passed with clean sheets neatly folded on her hands.
Releasing the breath I was holding I continued on my way...I had to hurry up because soon people would start showing up for the ball.
After searching for fifteen more minutes I decided that the safest place where I wouldn't be seen was somewhere above, so with that in mind I began the climb back to the ceiling....successfully climbing up, I situated myself where I could see everything from my position.
From where I was, I could see the stage clearly, and by the time people started flocking in, I'd be able to spot anyone from here. Just perfect.
I set my gun and put the silencer on. I plugged in my earphones because I needed to still communicate with the Don and other men involved in the mission.
Soon enough the hall started to flock with people, you could see how sophisticated and rich everybody looked.
The women with their expensive dresses and the men with their suits that screamed money. From my view here I could see some women giving flirty looks to the men...well, gatherings like this are where women catch the big fish.
Some men are so disgusting, even with a woman on their arm they were still checking out other women. It wouldn't surprise me that they bring different women here every year, I wouldn't put it past this Mafia men.
"Boss...boss" I was snapped out of my thoughts from Gabriel's attention being called for through the earphones I was wearing. "Target has arrived," said the voice..." already in position" I replied.
Very quickly the hall was filled, now I see why this hall was picked, there are so many people. This hall currently held the most dangerous men in the world.
The cops' problems would be solved if this hall supposedly blew up...bringing down these deadly men with it. I could feel the tension in the
room from my position, it felt like everybody wanted to cut each other's throat as they'd rather be spilling blood and drinking it rather than wining and dining with people they'd rather kill...dark atmosphere.
Damn...It was getting hot stuck in here, couldn't wait to be done with this...the moment the idiot is down I'll be out of here, then I'll have a nice bath in a fancy hotel because basically, I can't go home, told daddy dearest I'll be spending the night at a friends house...I've had one hell of a day.
A pretty-looking lady all dolled up climbed up the stage to do some introductions. Welcoming everybody for coming and mentioning some names.
When the name of the man I was supposedly aimed at killing was mentioned, my heart did a little kick...like damn I'm doing it, I'm gonna shot someone.
After the introduction and all that, it looked like everybody was getting to know each other...actually, from an onlooker, it would seem like businessmen casually discussing business. But I knew better.
These men were anything but friends. If there was a superpower that shows people's true nature I'm sure most of them would be carrying horns and tails, because I know behind that fine-tailored suit lies dangerous devils that if their fake facade is removed people will run for the hills.
Once again, a man about my father's age climbed up the stage with a wine glass in hand...this was getting boring, it was taking longer than I thought it would... I've been waiting for the go-ahead sign since but nothing yet, I just couldn't stand these people anymore, can they be any faster with whatever they're doing so I can get the hell out of here? The man raises his glass as everyone follows suit, making a toast to further success and more alliance.
Shit, this old dude should come for slaughter already...It beginning to annoy me, and this is why I'm never interested in attending all these meaningless gatherings, and parties like this, they bore me to death.
Suddenly I heard the name I'd been waiting for.
" Introducing tonight's host; Mr. Dante Lorenzo" Said a voice and at that moment I kicked into action, I was super hyper, I think my heartbeat kind of increased.
At the mention of that name, it felt like everything stopped, the place became dead silent. This dude must be powerful to bring such a reaction from people, I'm sure it has something to do with his age, he must have been the Don for a very long time, that why people are scared of him.
"Gabriel do you copy? "...I heard from the earphones I had on.
"Yes, copy that"...I replied. I just couldn't wait to see this guy...I don't know what he did to my dad, but that's for another time, my guess which I'm sure is very correct is that perhaps, he must have been in my dad's way in their line of business, lemme say a rival...so for my dad's peace of mind he has to eliminate him.
Good thing he has a willing volunteer like me for the job.
Being the good and loving daughter, I took it upon myself to make sure it was stress-free and this guy gets six feet under, probably seven...I couldn't help but smirk at the thought.
"Boss, target making his way to the stage...do you copy?"...
" copy that" I replied.
Damn, I was turning into a bad girl, or rather I'm a badass girl, because I don't think any good girl would gladly rob somebody of their mission of killing someone. So I'm far from a good girl, left that stage the moment I thought of drugging Gabriel.
Coming down from my distracting stupid thoughts...now is not the time to be lost in my thoughts, not when I have a dangerous mafia Don to end.
So focusing back on the mission I look back down as I see two men ascend the stage, both seem to be young and well-built. So the old man is scared and has to make his precious bodyguards go up first...but as it is, nothing can save him from me.
Looking closely at the two men, they seem to be very fine young men, the one with black hair especially, his face was so hard and I wonder why he has a frown on his face, maybe like me, he doesn't want to be here, but he has to babysit grandpa. I couldn't help but snicker silently.
By the way, where is the don, did he finally smell dead and decide to flee?
All of a sudden, one of the guys stepped forward towards the podium, and at the same time I heard through the earphones..." target in position, ready to fire"....and like it was all staged I heard the man on the stage say in a gruff voice "good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am Dante Lorenzo"
WHAT!! At that moment I froze. This can't be happening, he was supposed to be old...I pictured him with the grey hair and everything, not this Greek god standing there, I'm supposed to shoot him not ogle him. What could make my father have problems with this man...did my little birdie forget something out?
I was once again reminded to position my gun to get ready to fire at the given time. That alone brought me back to why I was here. I couldn't let some pretty boy ruin this for me, think of the lives he has taken, all the evil he has done...I used that to prep talk myself.
I've worked so hard for this, I remember every time I ask my dad to join the team and him telling me I have no place in it. With that in mind, I made up my mind.
"Prepare to fire," said the voice again, and then finally I heard the long awaiting go ahead.
"Fire"
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