Aurora Costello.

Chapter 12.

Aurora's POV

I knew what Dante and Emilio where doing. They thought that I wasn't fit for the mafia world. That I was a defenceless young girl who didn't know the first thing about the mafia.

I fear I haven't properly introduced myself to you all.

My name is Aurora Arabella Costello, my street name is shadow, my assassin name is 'Reina De La Noche" two years ago I killed the Russian mafia don and became the first female Russian Donna to ever exist.

At just 15 years old I took down the 'most powerful man' in the underworld and took the crown for myself. Alexandre SlovinSki is my underboss not even he knows my real identity.

No one in this world apart from him know that I am the Russian Donna. That's not going to change until I turn 18. That is when I will show my identity and create even more enemies to fight off.

Going back to the dinner however. I hadn't chosen any food yet because I was plotting how I was going to get out of the house.

Only an hour before dinner had started I received a message for an assassination, he was a local gang leader but the scumbag also ran a brothel where he forced minors to sell themselves to men triple their age. Disgusting. He also revelled in human trafficking and was a convicted pedophile, rapist and child murderer

I would do these jobs for free, but the effort I normally have to put in to sneak out is worth the money. My darling triplets made it too easy this time. The man who requested the assination has already transferred £2,000,000 to my account I get more where that came from once he gets proof that the jobs done.

After humbling my idiot brothers I grabbed a random set of keys and left without even looking back. I know they think they're keeping me safe by being dicks but I won't let them speak to me like that. I won't go through what I did with mark and Simone.

I can't.

I'm not going to lie and say what they said didn't cut deep but I don't have time to dwell on it. I need to do my job and then hopefully I'll have time to go to a race later on.

I look down at the keys I picked and saw a Ferrari sign. I nearly jump for joy, I LOVE Ferrari's. I'm definitely going to my tracks after this.

Yeah you heard that right, they're my tracks.

Shadow is the best street racer in the world, I had my own tracks in London and I have my own tracks in LA courtesy of Luca who I need to call. I just know he's mad I haven't been in touch.

Pressing open on the keys I scan the garage to see which car the keys belong to.

My mouth hangs open and I jog towards the Ferrari FXX Evo in front of me. I kiss the bonnet in awe, this beast of a car can accelerate from 0 to 60 in just 2.5 seconds and can go up to 249mph.

I get in the beaut of a car  and light it up ready to speed down the road to my destination. As soon as my foot presses the accelerator my smile is the biggest it's ever been. I'm overwhelmed by my dad's sent in this car, figures - why the hell papa needs such a fast and expensive car is beyond me but I am so excited.

What should have taken me 45 minutes takes my 15 and I load my bright pink smith and Wesson model S&W500. He gifted me this gun for my 16th birthday and it's been my favourite ever since. Shoving a few of my throwing knives into my shoe and my hair I put a couple in my bra too I leave my dream car and make my way inside the run down shed this twerp calls a home.

I don't bother knocking, do you think he knocked when he stole those kids from their homes?

With a loud smash the door slams open and crashes on the floor.

Hmm that was easy.

Too easy.

I hide behind the living room door that is on my left and take a breath. I analyse my surroundings looking for any traps or bugs that will set of bombs etc and come up short.

And then I hear a sniffle.

It's faint.

Almost like someone's hiding from the devil.

I turn to the source of the noise and see that there's a small brick out of place where the fire pit is.

Smart.

I gently push on the brick and nothing happens. So I punch it.

The fire place spreads apart and inside is a short fat man with a thick white beard and white thin hair. He looks up at me and smirks when he sees my full body.

Bile rises in my throat as I think of all the men I've had to deal with that are the same as this scum.

I lose control.

*** violence tw ***

I hate men like the man infront of me.

Scum of the earth.

I wore my spikes boots today so as the man stood up in a fighting position I aimed my foot directly for the side of his face and my spikes went straight into his ugly face. Instead of just pulling my foot out I dragged it down his face leaving a deep kinda gross cut.

"Ты грязная шлюха. Кто ты?" He said gruffly.

Translation- you dirty whore. Who are you?

"That's about the forth time today I've been called a whore. Wrong move asshole" I scoff as I grab one of my throwing knife and uppercut his chin whilst still holding the knife in my hand.

Whilst he falls to the ground I yank out the knife and begin my torture.

I sit on top of him and continuously punch him. He tries to pry me off but I don't let him as I grab my gun.

I'm bored now. 

"Любой последний худший подонок" I say to him with an evil glint in my eye.

Translation - any last words scumbag.

He opens his mouth to say something but before he has the chance to even speak I stab him in his throat twisting it. I stand up snapping a picture to send to the man who ordered the hit.

He immediately transfers £8,000,000 to my account and I smirk not looking at the body.

I may have just done that but it doesn't mean I like killing. I do it to bring some sort of justice to this fucked up world that I had to become accustomed to way to young.

*** violence over ***

I head outside the door and open papa's sexy Ferrari and I get in. I have a look at my phone and see messages from all my brothers my mama and papa asking if I'm okay.

The ones that stick out to me the most are the two from my twins.

Emilio - come home please
Dante - I'm sorry. Please come home it's not safe.

I read them and roll my eyes. I thought I was a whore?

An idea ignites in my brain as I tell them to meet me at my track. It's time to show them who their messing with.

Rory - meet me at the racing track in 30 minutes. Bring your own cars.

I send to both of them individually they both respond with an okay and I make my way to the track with a knowing smirk resting on my face.