Assasins Daughter

Why me? I thought as I walked away from my dad's office. Why do I have to be lucky enough to be the head Assassins daughter? Yeah it's a pretty good adrenaline rush when it comes to killing the bad guy and getting the hell outta there with a blood stained gun in my hand or how bout when im racing from the cops trying not to get caught, that's always the fun part. But still im 16 and a girl like me needs sleepovers and a girlfriend to bitch to after a brake-up. Not that I have any boyfriends I mean my dad would kill the guy that I call boyfriend any day.

I was told never to have friends because there just a sorry excuse for weakness. I grew up pretty lonely my mum passed away when I was 5 because of a mission gone wrong and so since then my dad told me to never depend on anyone else to share your love or anything coz they could be gone with just one bullet. I did that, I never depended on him or anyone else for that matter. I just did what I was told and lived on but right now my dad has given me one of the most dangerous missions yet that everyone who has tried it got killed after just a day or 2 of working on it.

I know what your thinking 'why the hell would a father risk his daughter getting killed!?' well I've been training to be an assassin since I could walk and I was the best that there is apart from my dad. So I guess he figured if no one else could do it I would be the perfect assassin for the job. So as you can see I really need a friend to bitch to right now.

I reached the end of the building and started my way to my very much loved black slick Lamborghini, it's the only thing I loved apart from chocolate and my custom made hot pink gun. One of the many advantages of being head assassins daughter is the money.

I drove to my condo that was set beside the beach and got my stuff ready for the mission. I read over the folder that my dad gave me, it had all the information I needed to know about the bastard.

He was in his thirties. He had no kids, no lover and went to the club when he wasn't out kidnapping kids or selling drugs. He owned a huge company that sold whine but really that was just a cover up for what he really did. He had some of the best guardians that he pays heaps to kill anyone who tried to hurt him. His name was David Tokes and he lived in Las Angeles but they don't know whereabouts in LA, great I had to go half way across the world just to kill some guy and risk myself getting hurt and I didn't even know where he lived.

'Girls just wanna have fun

Oooohh

Girls just wanna have fuuuun...'

My phone started singing 'girls just wanna have fun'. It was my ringtone and my favourite song.

"Yes?" I said to the phone.

"Bianca, are you ready because your flight is at 6:30pm which is in an hour and you need to leave soon." My dad said in the phone. He sounded worried which was a new emotion for him.

"Yeah dad im almost there, gimme 10 minutes and I'll be leaving." I said while getting some clothes ready about to head for the shower.

"Okay, well be careful and don't mess this up, you're the best there is and if you don't get him within 3 days were screwed." He said then hung up. Love you too dad I thought, again 'why me?'

I had a quick shower and chucked on some light grey skinny jeans and a plain tank top with my favourite leather jacket. I threw some black ankle boots on and grabbed my bags and called a taxi to take me to the airport.

I got on the plane without anything strange happening which was good.

I arrived at a small apartment that my dad owned in LA after a long flight and drive from the airport. I went to bed straight away without eating and as soon as my head touched the pillow I was out like a light.