21 year old Victoria Moretti, is an assassin. She is an independent woman that doesn't rely on a man to do anything. She thinks they are a waste of time and that they are egotistical or thinks highly of themselves, that all they do is sit around wai...
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VICTORIA MORETTI
"Let's talk about your mission."
I was excited, I loved having hard missions, they built up the anticipation when you are so close to kill your target. I remember when Alessandro gave me the mission to kill Charlotte. It was hard to say the least, but once I started befriended her, everything became a lot easier. She was kind at first, then slowly she started showing her true colors.
We would go to different shops around town, we would go to races, we would go to malls, we would do all of the things that normal girls would do, but the only thing that didn't make us 'normal girls' were that we had lots and lots of bodyguards around us.
Really if Charlotte was another girl or just a girl that wasn't involved in the mafia we could've been friends. But no. It was a mission from Alessandro, and I never fail my missions. Her death was quite brutal but she deserved it, she was a horrible person to begin with. Fake. That's a good word to describe her. She was fake. She also was many other words like evil, nasty, brutal, and many more.
"Alright, so there's gonna be a race today. Théo's gonna be attending it, it's a motorcycle and car race. Since you both have mastered the art of racing it'll be perfect." He said. "Victoria, you will be racing with a motorcycle. Destroy him." He demanded, saying the last words loudly.
I nodded, it'll be fun racing Théo, I've never actually raced him, I've raced his sons. Nicholas and Henri. They were just like their father, though I knew I had a little spot embroidered in their hearts. Especially Nicholas, it was because he had a little crush on me, well let's call it a crush.
Naturally, I declined his offer for me to become his girlfriend, obviously he got furious, he was enraged. But deep down inside he knew it was the best for him. He wouldn't be able to handle me, I'm simply too much. And I don't do relationships. They aren't for me. And I don't think they will ever be for me.
It's nice seeing other people in love though I was never in love, or it was never true love.
You see, I had this boyfriend in ninth grade, we lasted till mid tenth grade. I told him everything, he was my rock. I thought I was in love, but really I wasn't ever. I would tell him my problems at home, with my abusive father, my helpless mother, my scared little sister, and me. The only person that around helped the house, outside and inside.
I've never told anyone about my problems only when it came to the mafia. Some colleagues know, the special ones. And of course Alessandro knew. Though he would never say anything.
But anyways me and my boyfriend, his name was Andrés, Andrés De la Cruz. He was a beautiful guy, he was sweet, charming, all of those great words girlfriends would describe their boyfriends. All of my 'love' went away from one night. That one night brought me to the mafia. But it's a long story.
