MISLEAD

Chapter 20: Trickster or Con-Artist

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PREVIOUSLY:

She turns around Glaring at me. ''Are you serious. Stop calling me claudia. Your lucking she was out of it or else she would have noticed.'' She hisses.
'' Listen Claud- Clarissa, I don't like you. not anymore and I'm sure you can figure out why'' I turn around opening my door and quickly shut it not wanting her to invite herself in. I hear a hump followed by the sound of feet being stomped on the ground, as she storms down the hall in fury. I sigh

'' Grazie Dio'' I whisper

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Ravens POV:

The art of deceptions is one of the many things people like me need to know. Yes, by saying people like me I do mean, Gang Members, Killers and skilled fighters. Fooling, Tricking and manipulation of the mind takes a while to master but is totally worth it. Having the ability to make people think what you want them to think. Believing they are the ones right or wrong. But in reality you are the one controlling their every thought and movement. Making them second guess and doubt themselves. Knowing your the one controlling a person's body and mind is thrilling. Every single step they make being already calculated, manipulated and changed to your liking.

The feeling you get when you finally get to where you've been wanting to be. Like studying for years to become a fashion designer. Getting to be one of the most well known designers out there. That's exactly how thrilling it feels to know that your a master manipulator. Control is something I crave. I need to be the one in charge, and if I'm not ill find a way to be in change. No I don't mean killing to get on top, I'm not that bad, I think. Knowing I'm the one calling the shots, people having to ask me in order to do something, anything really.

It's empowering.

I stand with both my hands intertwined placed in front of me and my foot firmly on the ground should-length apart. The show of strength and power produces fear and obedience from those around you. It also gives me the courage to continue on the path that fate has set out for me. That path being, to leave death and destruction as I stumble through life. Devising a plan is without a doubt hard, but what's difficult is actually carrying out the plan.

I take my seat as everyone around me, stands idly beside their designated seats waiting for my say. I observe my environment, mentally remembering every possible escape route. Trust no one, even family can be your worst enemy.

''Sit!'' I order

Everyone takes a seat immediately, and the meeting commences. We have devises a plan on how to get into Alejandro's house- correction mansion. Not an amazing plan but it's the best we've got. Especially with him having the key to mafia rule to protect. And he decides to hide this key in a fucking painting. I mean of all places to hide one of the most valuable thing in the mafia world. In a fucking painting?!

'' It's been decided we're going to be the new bodyguards he's looking for. That's the only way we'll be able to get in, his security is extremely tight.'' Alec states

Slamming both of my hands on the table rather loudly, I state with a loud voice ''Nothing is to go wrong. And if anything does go wrong we can use his daughter to our advantage. And just to clarify nothing is.... to go wrong.!!'' I make sure to put emphasis on the is.

Ricardo turns his head in my direction before he begins to speak. '' We have already taken care of the bodyguards you'll be replacing. They weren't easy to get rid of, had to track a few of them for a couple of miles.'' Before he could speak any longer, I cut him off. His explanation was taking too long for my liking.