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What does it feel like being in the mafia? How does assassinating people really work? and is murdering fun?
I get asked of these questions a lot throughout my years inside that field
A spy, a carrier, a hitman, and so much more. A group of syndicates and heartless monsters, yes, I belong there
This is the paradise, Novaria
People around me are sadistic and psycopaths. I can't imagine bringing a very weak hearted person inside this den, they'll die before stepping in
"Raica" my boss calls out to me just before I could light up my cigarette. I turned to him with a smile "yes, Jackson"
"I can see you're in a very good mood" he sits in front of me, glancing at my shoes on the table rubbing dirt on the clean surface "mind putting that down?"
I shrug my shoulders dropping my feet on the floor. He opens a glass of wine and pours me some "I'm just bored all day" I tell him
He's been sending my subordinates on mission a lot lately and it starts to frustrate me that I'm not included "I hate it here"
He laughs at my statement, taking a sip on his wine before answering "it's because you're quite clumsy, sloppy little angel" I rolled my eyes at him in annoyance
Just because I'm the youngest among them does not justify to my skills, I am more talented then everyone else here and yet they look down on me
"you underestimate me too much" he grins when I suddenly pull a knife up to his neck without warning "I can slit your throat anytime that I want"
He was unaverred by the shiny weapon slowly digging through his skin, if I press a little bit more I might slit his throat
"Is this what you repay me? I raised you from death" he said to me in a dark and possessive tone "you were nothing but to die for if I didn't take you with me"
I put the knife down feeling helpless whenever he brings up everything he's done for me. My parents are dead, I don't have a family, we were poor
My house was burning into pieces with my family inside when Jackson picks me up from the doorsteps, I was young but the memories were vivid
"Your life belongs to me" he proclaims his favorite sentence. He owns me, and only he can take my life because it belongs to him
"Only I can kill you"
I hate that I gave him power over me. I always forgive him and I hate myself for that. He makes me feel trapped in my own life
