Two knifes strapped to my leg, One butterfly knife carved with my name. My favourite knife. One gun strapped to the other. I dont really use my gun as often as my knife, My knifes are my speciality, oh how i love them.
The silver stainless steel that glows in the sunlight, so pretty yet so deadly. The embodiment of death.
Kenji loves guns, thats all he carrys. One with a silencer and just one average straightforwad gun. So boring. Today, he's just going to be a sniper, watching me whilst I get the male to the roof and end his life.
Kenji is the second pair of eagle eyes on the back of my head and the annoying voice in my ear. Its always been like that. I can handle the killing whilst he handles the planning. Unless shit goes down and shots are blasted.
As for the male, his name is santes faintos. Druggie that Kenji said, In debt with us by £12,000. Sad. Left his family for drugs and the club, Hes associated with violence and other smaller gangs. He's measly, pathetic and pitiful. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before.
I'm wearing a black plain dress, long enough to cover the deadly weapons strapped onto me. I can hear Kenji speaking downstairs, laughing with the guards. Everyone likes Kenji, he's hard not to like, however there are people who detest him, Enemies. Kenji seems to be jovial and a softie on the outside; but deep inside, he is lethal, deadly. No hesitation when it comes to killing. That was what he was trained to do; by me.
I put my hair down, some makeup displayed on my face, making sure the earpiece is hidden, disguised.
Footsteps
my door opens and I already know who it is.
"Your to be the ruler soon" His voice rough, dispassionate.
My heart beat increases, It accelerates and starts to sprint off. As I try to disguise my utter suprise.
Too soon, it's too soon.
I turn around to look at him, replicating and reciprocating his energy.
"Why now, why are you stepping down now"
"Do not get me wrong Sylvie, I am not stepping down. I can take my place back as leader, as the ruler of the Italian Mafia whenever I please. I Just want to see it" His dark eyes gazing at me, analysing me yet again.
"See what" I distance my confusion, Making sure I leave traces of boredom in my voice.
"Enemies are rising, rebelling against our mafia. Its not too long now until a full blown war takes place. I want too see how you will deal with it. It intrerests me if you really can be like me. As powerful as me, As respected as me. People are going to find out who you are, Its going to be quite the scene"
It's a test.
"So your bored"
"incorrect, Show me Sylvie, show me what I taught you"
Alright.
In a split second, I grab the gun from my left leg and point it at him. My face tilting as I stare him down.
Painful and ephemeral flashbacks of what he has done; the pain and anguish he has caused, The monstor that he has created, bombards my mind, corrupts it and lets out the fury within me.
He just smiles. No flinch, No worrying change of expression. Nothing.
"Shoot, it's the third time you have pointed a gun at me. Not once have you pulled the trigger" He states, flatline of emotion, no worry displayed within his rough voice.
"I will do it" My hand on the gun grips even harder as my finger leans against the trigger. Confliction, confliction portrayed upon my face as I stare my Father down more. His looks eager to see if i would press the trigger and kill him, If i could kill my own biological father. It fustrates me even more as my finger leans against the trigger then jumps back again, the harshness of my grip increases. But then...
I look away from him.
Because even after all the torment, pain, torture he had put me through. The sorrow and misery I had felt when he took my mother away from me, ripped me and her apart, shattered her memory of me in a million of pieces. The strenuous training and ruthless missions he had assigned me too, the neglect of love, adoration and emotions. The monstor he had created out of me, sucking the life out of me and any hope for satisfaction for my life. That man.
He is still my father.
A father who is meant to be my superhero, my first love. The person who is meant to make horrendous dad jokes and give me advice about life. The person who is meant to defend me and morally give me advice. He does none of that. Nothing at all.
"Istg Sylvie, we were meant to leave 7 minutes ago" A voice calls out in my ear, Kenji.
shit
I stare back at my father, he's still analysing me amusingly, fascinatingly. My gun still pointed at his head. I tense my fingers one more and
drop my arm.
I place the gun back into my holster and tap onto the earbud.
"im coming down" I speak whilst still looking at my father. I make my way to do door past him as if he wasn't there, trying to put myself back together before I meet Kenji downstairs.
My hand reaching the door knob before he roughly speaks again.
"Kill anyone who gets in the way, don't do anything stupid tonight Sylvie"
I leave the room, making my way towards Kenji more quicker than I had anticipated. There's something else about this mission. Something unexpectable.
I prepare myself for whats to come later on as I finally witness Kenji by the door.
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Authors note: Hey guys!! I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far, trust me you will meet the love intrerest soon! As it is my first story, feel free to leave any comments and tips <3
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☆ THE SERPENT ☆
Akční"I will shoot" "That would start a war, my love" --- Sylvie Alistar , soon to be Italian mafia leader, pressured by her Father.. to be just like him. When she's hidden from the world, known as the serpent in the Italian mafia, then presented as the...
