Keeping Secrets

Prologue

It was a cold Christmas night. The dangerous streets of London were deserted. Everyone was with their families celebrating this so beloved- and pointless, in Alexandra 's opinion- holiday. She was the only person walking these empty streets so late at night. She was dressed in a long black coat , trying to disappear in the darkness of the night, trying to be invisible. Invisibility was the greatest skill anyone of her profession could possess.

Looking around, Alexandra realized she had finally reached her target. An old looking house in Longwood Ave. It looked so peaceful, in contrast to its owner. The man who owned it was named Angelo Rossi, the right-hand of the italian mafia boss. A vicious man that cared only for his personal interests. He got involved with the mafia in his late 30's, and now, almost ten years later, the man had somehow made his way up the food chain.

Not wasting any time Alexandra quietly climbed up the window and got into the house. She got her gun out and exited the room. She was quite familiar with this house, having been here many times, carefully planning before she excecuted the mission. She knew her way around by now, so she poured herself a drink and sat on the sofa, waiting for her target to arrive.

Angelo Rossi considered himself pathetic. He knew that working for the mafia automatically meant that he had to do some things that he didn't enjoy, but plotting the torturous murder of a 25-year-old woman only because she was Viktor Venediktov's little sister was too cruel even for him. He knew that the woman wasn't even that young but the beauty and innocence that came with her eyes definately weren't helpful. Trying to forget about his next mission, he drove himself home, getting drunk to forget being the only thing on his mind. Little did he know that the woman he felt so guilty about trying to kill was already waiting for him inside his own home, ready to get some answers.

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He finally saw the front yeard of his house. Relieved to finally be home and escape his cruel world, even for the night, he rushed in, not once noticing the lack of guards outside his door that particular day. And that mistake was the one that cost him his life.

Alexandra had always been a patient person. Patience was a virtue neccessary for her line of work anyway, killing someone and getting away with it needed careful observing and planning, which required that particular trait. She gulped another glass of vodka, barely feeling the effects of the drink anymore, not having any other choice but wait for the man. She heard the keys and prepared, grabbing the man and choking him as soon as the door opened, knocking him out cold, before she proceeded to drag him to a chair and tie him up, gagging him to silence the screams that were to come.

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A few hours later, a dark figure, a shadow is seen to exit the house. Its clothes were drenched in blood, but left the house satisfied, having gotten all the answers, answers that weren't at all pleasing.