Morana, a thirteen year old assassin, a legend. She was born in France and raised by the French mafia.
She gets sent to kill a Cortello brother, she doesn't succeed and she gets shot, she is taken to the hospital and the police gets involved and th...
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I quickly got in the backseat and Romero sent me a glare that could have definitely killed me. He got in the front seat and Ace started the car.
"We didn't know they were policemen." Romero said to Ace who still hasn't scolded or yelled or hit so this is getting awkward. "Ace—"
"I don't get it, Romero, I really don't." Ace said and I let out a relieved breath because he's going to start with Romero so I won't be hit with all of his anger. Ace pulled over. Fuck. "We had a talk and I thought you were old enough and mature enough to keep your word."
"It's no big deal, I get arrested all the time." Romero said confused. Ace shook his head no and his anger seemed to get worse. Good fucking job, Romero.
"I'm talking about the killings!" Ace growled hitting the wheel but my heart sank when he turned to me. "You have killed 83 people in one night Morana, and you," he turned to Romero. "killed 76 people." He turned back to me. I want to kill my self. "I thought you were stronger than this. You disappointed me. But I will get back to you." He finally turned to Romero. Good thing he hasn't seen me lose it in France, 83 people is nothing compared to my killing sprees in Paris.
"I—" Romero started but Ace cut him off.
"I'm going to be doing all the talking." Ace said. "I'm leaving tomorrow Romero, people will definitely take this as an opportunity to attack our family, so we had a talk about how you need to be in a better control, that you have to be on your best behaviour, that I fucking need your help Rome, I needed you to help me in the only way you can and that's staying out of trouble."
"I have a lot of shit to set up before I leave and it's six in the morning and I haven't slept yet because I was making sure that our family will be okay without me here. The minute I got home to rest just for a little while, I get a call, you fucking got arrested and with who? With Morana fucking Cortello." He continued. "I haven't slept in two days, today I could have had two hours of sleep but no, I have to deal with your shit!" When he finished scolding Romero, he turned to me. Why do I put myself in situations like this— I did have fun though— is it worth Ace's anger? Not so sure— what am I saying? It's definitely not worth it.
"You," he glared at me. I couldn't keep the eye contact so I looked down on my lap. "I allowed you to stay an assassin— let me explain something to you, eighty percent of the underground are anti-Blade and want to kill me, twenty percent of them are now Blade supporters, but I will be honest, Blade supporters get on my nerves more than the fuckers who want to kill me and lately they have been bugging me about how I'm not enforcing the Blade values— and they have been bugging me about you Morana, how you shouldn't fight, how you should be a princess and to be fucking honest, I'm starting to get irritated and I might listen to them after all, because maybe you're not worth it."
