The mafia and the reporter

Prologue
I stared at the man and blinked I then turned my head to the bloodshed around me... my mother, brother and fathers dead body's surrounded me. My brother would still be here if he stayed put but he had to be there when his beloved mother died.

Him and mother had a less than normal relationship, when I say this they had 'mother son sudsy fun time' which always made me puke a little whenever I thought of it. I'm six years old and my brother is twelve and yet he has this relationship. My fathers first and only love is his work, I'm pretty sure he would screw that is he could but he had his play girls.

The boss stared at me. I had a blank expression like it was completely normal to watch your entire family to be slaughtered in front of you. Honestly I didn't really care for them or anyone I just read and at school I don't talk leading to bullies 'accidentally' pushing and knocking me down leaving me with scratched up legs.

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The man looked at me and said
"What is it that you want?" How should I know what I want, I'm six for crying out loud. Him and his people started to leave my house, before I knew what I was doing I tugged onto his sleeve
"Take me with you" I asked, it's not like I had anywhere else to go.

17 years later

It's been 17 years since that day when my family died, not like I cared. The boss was actually the Godfather of a large crime family and his wife couldn't have kids so I think that's why I was allowed to live. I'm now 22 and my birthday is in a few months. I had to do all sorts of weird jobs over the years I don't wanna go into detail as it's kinda gory.

I walked downstairs and saw my nanny as in the care taker for me as I child and a close friend of my adoptive mother so she is kinda like family to me
"Good morning Yuki" she says brightly. By the way I was given a new name when I joined this family it's Yuki I got so used to my new name I forgot my old one. "Good morning, are mother and father up yet?" I asked politely, it was force of habit that I talked like I first met people, I was always told to talk to people the right way, it gets annoying after a while...

After finishing my conversation with the nanny I had forgotten her name and it would be awkward to ask for it, I sat down at the breakfast table and began to eat my fry-up. My dad was rambling on about business which I was only half listening too as well as my mother. He then told me about a job I had to do, which involved me killing a CEO of a reporter firm