The Enemy

Chapter One

~Present Day~

-Samora-

It's been two years since going into hiding from my father.

We're not just running from my father though, I killed more than two dons so we're running from the entire Russian mafia.

It's honestly not as hard as I had first thought it would be, We spent our first year of hiding in Italy. Mainly because I knew for a fact the Russian mafia would never even think to set foot in the country. And the fact that Ana quite literally pitched a fit about going was most definitely an added plus. Although we weren't allowed in or around a lot of places for Mafia related reasons I believe she thoroughly enjoyed her time there.

We're currently in New York and yeah I know I've taken a huge risk by being in the states but  I happen to know that the Russian Mafia isn't actively looking for me at the moment which means it's a 'winner takes all' type of thing going on right now.

That basically means I still have a hit out on me and who ever in their right mind thinks they can get a-hold of me, for some reason thinks they'll be granted seventy million dollars. I am the number one most sought after assassin in the entire world. And i have yet to be seen or heard. Most people don't even know i'm a woman.

My dad should have known better.

"Heyy sister what time did you get in?" Ana says after giving me a hug and sitting across from me, altogether taking me away from my thoughts. I'm sitting in the kitchen attempting to drink a cup of coffee. I say attempt because like always when I'm alone my thoughts seem to roam. I'm not bothered by it in the slightest i constantly have to be in the here and now so whenever I'm alone I tend to think about the what if's and the what happened, which is good for me because it gives me time to think about every possible outcome in any kind of situation.

Although we don't need the money I've decided to take a job as a bartender at a club. I've made one friend since being here and after telling her a bullshit yet slightly true story about mine and Ana's life, she made it her life's mission to get me a job where she works. It's actually a pretty good cover for me and it goes hand and hand with some of my other jobs. Truthfully I like the job it's not too demanding but it's not overly lenient.

"Just after 4am" I start to say as i take a sip of my coffee. "You ready for school I have something I need to do". I finish now getting up and walking over to the sink to wash my cup. After cleaning the cup I began to put my hair up into a messy bun while walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"Samora?" I hear her say from the kitchen doorway. "can I ask you something?" she asks me with this look of uncertainty on her face that kind of worries me. Slowly removing my hands from my hair i began to walk over to her.

"What's wrong" i stop in front of her and put my hands on my hips. She puffed out her cheeks and tried to advert eye contact with me, something she does when she doesn't want to tell me something. i grabbed her chin and made her look at me. She had this unsure look in her eyes that just wasn't sitting right with me. I watched as her eyes glazed over as if she was going to start crying at any giving moment. I could feel myself starting to get heated with uncertainty just thinking about what could possibly be wrong with her.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" she asks me with pure curiosity. letting out a breath of relief I smiled at her. In truth no I have never had a boyfriend. I want to say I never had the time for one but honestly I just don't think I've ever had the opportunity to get one. Or maybe I just never really wanted one, or maybe I just never gave it any type of thought.