Maisie Romano and Riccardo Ricci, have conflicts leading back to 5 centuries ago. Both family lines are strong and filled with rich history. But being within the same city lines, a rivalry has always been prominent between the two families. After ye...
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MAISIE ROMANO
Three days until my mission starts. I don't think I've ever been more nervous. I know I can do it, but seeing that I must go alone, scares me. I might be a mafia heiress, but Ricardo Ricci terrifies everyone.
I hold a gun in my hand, my leather glove squeaking as I lift the metal, straightening my arm, and squinting one eye. All I can hear is my heartbeat, slow and repetitive.
My finger squeezed the trigger, a bounce in my arm from the recoil, as the bullet pierced the wooden board inside of the shooting range.
Every day from 12 pm to 1 pm I have a regular shooting training with my good friend Giselle. Her father and my mother went to the same high school growing up. It only made sense we grew up together as well.
Five more bullets were shot, before I had an empty chamber. I removed my headphones, hearing gunshots from around me. Those noise-canceling headphones are no joke.
Two fingers tap my shoulder, swinging around and pointing the gun at the person only to realize it's Giselle. "Oh please, you wouldn't shoot me ever. Plus, your chambers are empty."
"How do you know it is? I didn't tell you." My eyebrows scrunch.
"For one you stopped shooting and for Two, I didn't know I was right until you said that." She wore a coy grin and I rolled my eyes.
"You alright? You are more.. tense." I hadn't told her about my mission yet, and I should. But I won't. Because the last thing I want to do is have her killed for anything.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be fine. I might be out of touch for a few days after Friday. Family shit." Giselle nodded as I grabbed a chamber full of 8 bullets, replacing it.
Whenever either of us said 'Family shit' we never double question each other. She knows about my family's history with the mafia; her family works in law, so they help each other.
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After another half hour, we finally finished at the shooting range. This was a popular time for the shooting range. Giselle and I hand in our guns, headphones, and glasses, grab our bags containing important information, and head out.
"I'll see you later Elle, I have to head home early for training."
"Awe, no pasta for lunch? I was looking forward to that." Giselle frowned as I laughed. My arms wrapped around her, her floral scent filling my nose as we hugged goodbye.
