Mafia Has A New Assassin

Prologue

S C A R L E T

Being an orphan your whole life especially being in a big ass city, doesn't give you a whole lot of options. As much as I wanted to go to college there was no way I could afford it.

So I looked at some of the options that I had, simple jobs with shit pay and yet the odd end of other jobs that seemed rather tempting like selling drugs, or becoming a stripper at a club.

Although I couldn't do any of these jobs because I didn't have a home and by the time I got the job I would've looked like a hot mess.

So this is the beginning of my tragic tale, I began stealing. You know 'borrowing' other items. At first I tried selling drugs (don't ask how I got them, that is a story for later on), didn't go so well. I didn't know what the hell I was trying to sell or know the difference of the effects from them.

Of course I did other small jobs, almost like dares, its honestly the best way I can put it. I broke into vehicles, took them to people who paid me for them. I stole phones, wallets, jewelry, credit cards (if you know what I mean) (how shameful for you guys to think I would do that) drugged people .
Dropped off items at pick-up araes.

Eventually I had enough for an apartment, everything was going great until I had been almost revealed. Robberies had gotten worse, leading up to upgraded security, left and right robberies were being reported. Fear crawled at my back, it felt like at any hour a police officer would be at my door.

Soon my money was growing scarce, I was worried about the bills, food, electricity, water. Everything was going down the drain, soon I would be back to square one, meaning me going back to nothing.

After a couple of days I heard from a few drunk guys that they worked for a man, a big-shot. Apparently one of those that you have to watch out or else and some other things along the line.

He and his buddies were too drunk to even realize that I was listening to their conversation. He stumbled against one of his buddies and out came from his pocket was his phone. I was glad that I didn't have to worry about stealing the phone from him.

After they had disappeared around the corner I picked up his phone. Not only was his phone not locked the information was already on the screen.

Instantly the message conversation was about a person. A certain person going by the name of Ernest. Saying how of a dumb fu- never mind about that part. The conversation was mostly about urging the phone user to kill him, that he needed to be silenced and permanently. Something about information that he may leak and that they have lost surveillance on him and that he needs to be tracked and killed.

At first I thought about this, killing a person. How immoral would that be but that's how life is, isn't it? If I had a choice to choose between my life and someone else's; I would choose mine After all I've been through,I'm allowed to be selfish, aren't I?

I gulped and went to the phone number. I slide my finger across the screen, tapping on the call button.
I place it near my ear, not even the second ring and they answer.

"Hello" a male voice answered, his accent was thick, it sounded very foreign, but I couldn't quite tell what it was.

"I heard you wanted someone dead", I said very confidently so he didn't think I was an amateur. Even know I am.

"Who the fuck is this?!" He hissed out in an aggressive tone.