The Assassin's Story

A Summers Day Plotting Murder

Photo is Nailya (aged 16 and the main character)- Aliya Mustafina 2014

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It was a beautiful, sunny day in Leeds, Northern England, where I was living for now. Sun was rare so I was making the most of it laying on the trampoline sunbathing having done a hard days work somersaulting and twisting to my heart's delight.

I heard footsteps approaching and knew it was Gio, the boss's son from the weight and rhythm in his step. I didn't get up to meet him; if he wanted to talk he could walk to me.

'Nailya, I have a job from my father.'

I rolled over slowly, deliberately and held out my hand for the full, brown envelope he was clutching. As he handed it over I could feel the weight inside it and I smiled. There must be at least £20,000 in there, I thought to myself as I opened it.

'Half now, half when it's done,' Gio said, 'Don't mess it up!'
A cheeky grin spread across his face and I rolled my eyes. I never fail; I am the best.

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Once back in the living room I looked through the contents of the envelope; other than the money there was also a fake passport and paperwork describing my unwilling prey.

Gregor Ioniov
Aged 57
Godfather of the Russian Mafia

Staneslav Ioniov
Aged 23
Oldest son of Gregor and second in command

Maria Ioniova
Aged 22
Wife of Staneslav
7 months pregnant

Emin Ioniov
Aged 18
Younger son of Gregor
Science genius and gymnastics prodigy

A photo of each accompanied my package and I looked through them. A pair of dark eyes and a chiseled jaw stared back at me from Emin's photo, the piercing gaze startling me for a moment. But only a moment.

I settled down at my desk and began to plan the perfect murder of the Godfather and co. After all, I was the best, and perfect was all I ever achieved.

Facebook provided all the necessary information about their private lives (not even any privacy settings!) and I quickly hacked their phones through Facebook to access their location.

All I needed to do was bide my time until the perfect moment, something I expected to be 4 days from now, and then I could put my plan into action. Then we'd see whether the Godfather was cautious or complacent, courageous or cowardly, a leader or a follower. Not that it would matter, he would die anyway.

It was as I was contemplating his death that my best friend and my younger sister came bounding into the house we shared, yelling about the job they'd done that day.

'So we came up behind them and pressed the guns to their heads..'

'We demanded their money...'

'And that bald guy was shaking with fear...'

'They gave us £3000 plus loads of diamonds...'

'If only he knew it was just two girls...'

I listened as best as I could as they muddled over each other, both trying to get a word in and I smiled at the two people I cared about more that anything in the world.

'So after you're long day,' I interrupted 'I'm sure you'll both agree that ordering pizza is the best plan for the evening??'
The chorus of cheers answered my question and the evening was spent watching 'I'm a celeb' just like any other teenagers.

As the others headed upstairs I texted Gio telling him my plan and to pass on my gratitude and best wishes too his father and made my way to bed, content and tired by the day's events.

'He's a bad one that one,' Yulia, my best friend, said, watching me from the top of the stairs as I reached the landing, 'He'll only get you into trouble.'

'I know!' I retorted, the indignance evident in my voice, 'Gio and I are just friends, plus I was only asking him to pass on a message to his father for me.'

Yulia smiled and raised her eyebrows, she could read me like a book, and despite only being 16 like me, her knowledge of boys was exceptional!!

'Goodnight Nailya,' she said, kissing my cheek, 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do!!'

We parted ways down different corridors and I walked to my sister's door. To my astonishment, my sister was already fast asleep in bed, fully clothed and obviously shattered by the day's events!

'Sleep well, my princess,' I said kissing my 13 year old sister's forehead, 'Sweet dreams.'

And with that I went to my own room and entered a peaceful slumber of my own.