𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

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Roman Pov
" P- Please let me go, have mercy on me" The man stuttered. 
I don't even know what this guy's name. He was one of the guys in our torture cell at the warehouse, right next to our house. The only reason I picked him is because he has a bald spot that resembles the state Texas. But he was also known to steal drugs from our mafia, which is why he is here in the first place.

He was trying to sell it to the American mafia for double the price. He let greed and power consume him. If his smartness was stronger than his little bits of hairs hanging on to his head , he would've taken a little amount at a time, and not taken 10 pounds of cocaine, thinking no one would notice.

The American mafia really messed up hiring this guy to deal with the shipment. Eh, why should I care? Fills my boredom by hearing his screams and his begging.
"Why would I do that, aren't you having as much fun as I am?" I grinned through another dart at him aiming for his shoulder. He hissed in pain.
"I think we should get to know each better since it your last day alive and I like to know all my victims' names before I kill them. it gives me some moral as a person, don't you think?" I said as I threw another dart, aiming at his leg.
" I'm not telling you shit about me" He yelled 

I didn't take it to heart, I just had too much fun throwing darts at him. I aimed the next dart at his upper chest. I see that he is angry with my actions...oops.
" Y-You're a monster that why no one in the mafia world likes you. You think you are better than everyone else." He yelled, his face turning red continuing to spit blood
" You are going to horrible don for the Russian mafia you are burn this mafia to the grave that's why you are not the best assassin i-its Catalina G-.
The ringing of my gun echoes in the room, leaving a ringing in my ear that I have grown to love.

I look at now talking man with a bullet in his skull dripping blood slowly on the floor. Every time I hear that name, it's like a switch happens to me my blood runs colder, my deadly gaze is more cutthroat. I'm not the most patient guy.

I believe you get shit down faster that way than trying to find a peaceful solution. But my patience runs extra thin when I hear that name, especially when she's so highly like in the underworld. People have always compared me to her, I don't know why. I have seen her a couple times on mission I mean she has a nice ass. Other than always trying to steal my kill with that triumph facial expression of her's, I just hate her with all my passion. Luckily, two can play that game because I do the same to her.

It's the most satisfying feeling, wiping that grin off her face watching her green eyes pierce through my soul.
When you are the best assassin's underworld, everything is up for grabs when someone has a bounty on them.

Whoever gets the kill, get's the money, power, and status. But when me and Catalina compete, it's something more heinous, vindictive, and something more personal.
I left the warehouse and started heading back home. Of course, as soon I walk through the front door, my phone goes off. I checked to see who it was. It was my father Ivan Luanova, Another person who I despise. I'm counting down the days until he gives me the mafia so I can kill him.
I answer his call
"иди ко мне в офис сейчас" Ivan said then ended the call
[ Russian for: Come to my office now]
"What a dick" I mumble to myself
I started heading towards my father's office, stopping in front of the large black door, then I knocked. Last time I didn't knock, he shot me in my arm when I was seven on my birthday.
" Войдите" 
[Russian for : Come in]

I walk in staring into his bluish gray eye just like me. I see him with papers neatly piled out across his wooden desk wearing a tailored suit with his hair slickback with gel, not a strand not out of place. 
I see my mom Nadia Luanova right behind with hands on back of his chair ready to do my father bidding .
He narrowed his eyes at me 
"У меня есть миссия для тебя"
[Russian for: I have a mission for you]

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Hey guys!! I hope you enjoy this chapter all translation were made from google so sorry if some of Russian isn't correct .
Today question of the day would you rather never pizzas or tacos??
❣︎ Have a groovy day❣︎ !!

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