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Amidio's daughter. The leader of the Spanish mafia. Everyone knew how lethal she could be, even ironically being gifted with a name meaning dark .

I was lucky I left unscathed, she had the whole world wrapped around her fingers yet she didn't blow my cover. Curiosity consumed me, even though I know it shouldn't have. No normal person would guess just how dangerous the woman is, she had the face of an angel, yet the heart of the devil.

I knew what dangers I was getting myself into when assassinating Matteo, however it was perfect. There was enough people and no cameras, so my cover wouldn't have been blown, they would all put the blame on each other. Yet she saw me, well my eyes not necessarily me, but she saw that it wasn't anyone who was there.  She was my loose end, and god knows how I hate loose ends.

There was no doubt that I've seen her before during my research, however I never expected her to be even more beautiful in real life and hold such power over everyone, it was like she controlled everyone like muppets and knew how to get what she wanted with a snap of her dainty fingers. She was powerful, a force to be reckoned with. Adrianna knew she had the world at the bottom of her feet, she was above everyone. The way she carried herself with such a superior demeanour, she was special and even a blind man could see that.

Like I mentioned, she was above everyone in this inhumane world.

Everyone except from me.

♠

"Privet mama," I softly greet the fragile, pale body on the sofa. I land a light kiss on her forehead whilst observing the numerous liquor bottles that surround her resting self. (translation - Russian. "Hello mother")

I found some sort of comfort in muttering such simple words to her, it brought me a sense of comfort I only used to get to feel when I was younger, before everything, before my world turned into such a irreversible mess. Little did I know that the day I lost my papa and my sister, I would lose my mama too.

It aggravated me, it truly did. My future used to be there, right in front of me. The job I dreamed of doing when I was younger. However, not everyone gets what they want, most people suffer from getting their dreams ripped away from them, and I was one of them.

Matteo didn't deserve to live. In fact he deserved to die. He was cruel, a cold-blooded human being. Not even that, he was a monster with a good cover of working for one of the most powerful Italian families. No one knew he was involved in human sex trafficking, nevertheless that it was minors he was so abnormally obsessed with.

I was waiting for the moment of enjoying the sight of his soul leaving his eyes, fearing the afterlife of what was to come. However, he was never alone, and so my best bet was to do it quickly and easily in public, unlike what my actual plan was prior.

I wash my hands under water. Boiling water to be more specific, the burning sensation satisfying me and matching the rage that fuelled me. The older I got, the more I grew used to it, it was like the emotion gave me a reason to live, a reason to carry on. No one truly knew me, I was what was classed as the 'unknown.' It was for the best, I lived two separate lives, in the day I was a normal tattoo artist, working with needles to permanently leave a drawing on a human's skin. In the night I was an assassin, killing people for a living, at least the ones who were innocent and deserved the beauty of death.