The Assassin's Story

The wind changes

Photo is Nailya (Aliya Mustafina- London 2012).

When it came to finding the Godfather, I knew where he'd be, when he'd be there and who he'd be with. In two days time all of my targets would be travelling together to a secret meeting beneath a high end bar in the town centre, and it was then I'd strike. I had multiple options: get them in the car, as they leave the car, or storm the basement meeting. However as I wanted to survive this, I decided on one of the first two.

As room service arrived, I grinned and sat down to my warm chocolate pancakes and croissants, just as my phone rang. Gio. I was going to kill that boy.

'What??' I answered.

'Is that any way to talk to your Greek God of a friend?' I could feel his smirk down the phone.

'If you're a Greek God it could only be of vulgarity, manipulation and repulsion,' I spat. He did look like a Greek God; he was freaking HOT but didn't he know it...

'Ahh, charming as ever, doushenka. Never mind, my father has modified his orders. It turns out Staneslav and Maria have a daughter, two years old, called Masha.'

'And you want her dead too?'

'No, alive. It seems the Godfather's only brother is childless and so took a liking to her. Take her alive so we can use her as leverage to convince the brother not to take over the family business so we can take control of the area.'

'Ok, so who's coming to collect her and where do I meet them??'

'Ah, we have a slight problem regarding a shortage of workers so you'll have to babysit for 2 weeks...'

'ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME?!?!?! I DON'T BABYSIT!!!'

'Well on this occasion you're going to have to.'

Then the b*stard hung up on me. I was going to end him.

I turned back to my breakfast only to realise it was cold. So I ordered two more portions on Gio's credit card. It was then, whilst eating chocolate pancakes and contemplating my position, that I had a brainwave. Yulia could look after the child with Phoenix; we could make a holiday out of it.

I hurriedly rang them and confirmed it then booked the other penthouse suite and flights for tomorrow, all on Gio's credit card of course. His father paid him too much anyway so he probably wouldn't notice it was missing. Suddenly my day felt much more positive.