Her New Perspective

Chapter 1

(I would like to point out that this is not  a mafia au. This is an assassin au, with an organization created behind helping the assassins find jobs and helping them succeed at them, kinda like a guild in fairy tail.)

The mission was easy, and finished in one night. Antonio woke up the next morning, gathering his suitcases and preparing to leave so that he could turn the mission in. The quicker it's done, the more money he receives, and it was already an hour drive back to the headquarters. As he finished putting his stuff away and making the bed, there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" He called, doing a double check of the room to ensure none of his stuff remained.

The room was pretty bare, to be expected of a cheap hotel room for a night. Everything had been packed, and housekeeping had just walked in to find the room pretty much how it was last night. 

"Good morning! Leaving so soon?" "Good morning to you too, yes. I got caught up with my assignment, I just needed a little break from home." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "I see. Well, I'm glad we were able to assist you." The woman replied with a smile, allowing him to pass by with his suitcases. 

Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary as he checked out under Jacob Wilds, a 23 year old college student, and headed to his car. That was when things got strange. 

He got into the car and buckled in, getting ready to start it when he felt something press against the nape of his neck. 

Normally, he would assume it was the pranks of one of his two friends. But they weren't on this job with him. Plus...
He wasn't a genius by any means, but he knew when someone was threatening him with a weapon. It was a knife, how long he wasn't sure. He may be able to fight, but he'd have to unbuckle first, and by then the person could have sliced his throat. He debated reaching for his gun, remembering that playing a college student meant it was unloaded in the suitcase in the trunk. 
In other words, he had to comply until he could get to a better situation to fight. 

"What-" he was trying to ask what the person wanted, but cut off short when the blade poked into his neck hard enough to draw a small bit of blood. The knife returned to resting against his neck again, and then the person spoke. 

It was a female, probably close to his age and with a faint accent he assumed was Italian. However, it was nobody he recognized, so he knew to stay cautious. 

"Don't speak unless I ask you a question. Start the car, and go left." He wordlessly obeyed, wondering if anyone could see through his back windows to see the woman. 

He had been driving for about a half hour when he felt the knife leave from his neck, and shuffling heard in the back. He turned to look and see what was going on. "Keep your damn eyes on the road, idiot! Are you trying to kill us, you stupid fuck?!" 

Her outburst caused him to pull back in surprise, turning quickly to look at the road again. The language was not expected, and neither was the attitude to be honest. The shuffling continued, and suddenly a hand was on his shoulder. However, he didn't turn to look until he heard her slide into the passenger seat. The look didn't last long, as she pressed the knife against his side with another outburst about his lack of driving skills, but it was enough. 

The girl had olive skin, a little pale from no sunlight. Her eyes were hard to tell; they had looked a jade green from the rearview mirror, but up close they also looked orangeish. Her hair was pinned back by a bright red headband and a small, strange curl protruded from her bangs, defying gravity somehow. The dark auburn waves didn't go past her shoulders, covered with a white tee-shirt. "How did you ever get a driver's license like this? Can't listen to simple orders?" He remained silent, not wanting to irritate her into moving that knife one inch closer to him. 

She sighed, staring out the windshield, saying nothing else than directions for the rest of the ride. Not even when the road grew rather familiar, and he asked her about it out of turn. Not when he began wondering who she was and introducing himself as Jacob Wilds. 
She only answered when she told him to pull into the Headquarters parking lot and he locked the doors to prevent her from leaving. 

"At least let me know your name! I didn't know we had another female assassin besides the other three." "I'm not an assassin for your organization. Technically speaking, I should be killing you right now. Maybe next time you should stick to your alias better, Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo." With that, she unlocked the door herself and got out. But before she took off, she looked into the car one more time. "May we never meet again. Name's Vargas, by the way." By the time he got out of his car, she was gone. 

He could barely process what had just happened. But one thing did stick.
He had just encountered Chiara Vargas, a very well known assassin for never getting caught and always finishing her missions in a timely manner. And she had been sent to kill him.