Mafia's tomorrow

2-Suicide

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"Hello Mr. Rigte." It was pronounced as r-ee-t. silencing the G.

He was a cheerful man if known personally, but always radiated dangerous vibes. But who was I to say, I was the epitome of danger.

I met him first time and it was, let us just say fake.

Everything. From my smiles to my talks to my love.

"so how was the deal?" dad asked the question.

I really hate for the fact he always tried to act something he was not. Proud. Of me.

He was already aware of the outcomes and the deal. He was also aware that was the best that could've been negotiated.

"Good". I simply answered. I was in no mood of playing cheerfulness. At least with him.

He glares at me. I still don't know what the hell was he expecting.

Okay, maybe I do. ;)

I ignore my dad. Every instinct in me yelled to roll my eyes at him but I had enough wits not to. Afterall every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

The clock strikes 8 and the aura changes. That cheerful mood was gone. Mr. Rigte also suddenly had a grim and a serious expression on his face.

I narrowed my eyes slightly as a habit to assess the situation. Other than my eyes my face was void of any emotion.

"so, Cara! Mr. Rigte is here for a reason" my dad started.

No shit sherlock I say and rolled my eyes mentally.

"You have to kill Jax Carson."

I am at a loss of words. I have killed before-not a news. But killing drug dealers or rapists or people with debt is very much different from killing the mafia leader of the world's biggest gang. That is no joke.

That guy has all the security in the world – he is Jax Carson for god's sake.

If I have a mission of killing him, then I really don't find if it makes a difference if I draw a stake through my heart. That is basically the same. A SUICIDE.

I tilt my head slightly as if to tell him that I refuse to give up my life at least for something that I haven't even done. And won't be possibly be able to do it.

As usual, they do not understand my sign.

So, I say nonchalantly "How am I supposed to do such a thing?"

Mr. Rigte takes a sip from his wine glass and continues. "I am the Second-in-command of your dad"

Sure, I was actively a part of business, but I wasn't to meet the inner circle. That was something my dad always kept from me.

I nodded. Nothing in my mind to say.

So, he continues.

"You are to go there as his fiancé. Live there for a couple of months. Make him fall for you. When he does. Kill him. After his death, mourn a bit. Pretend that you fell in love with him. Get rid of the suspicion. And get back home."

Does he seriously think that it is that easy? To make someone fall in love with you?

"But don't fall in love with him. We can't have any kind of change in the plan." My dad says with a frown.

"I know." I reply.

I know there is no chance to win this argument. Well it is not like I can argue. I just have been taught how to do things told by him in the way- also told by him.

"when am I supposed to go?" I voice out.

"When they remember our deal made years ago."

"Deal?"

"Many years ago when there was a war going on between the gangs. Me and Daniel Carson, established peace by agreeing to the marriage of our children. So, when you would be 21. The deal will be in action. On your birthday, Jax will take you back with him."

"In 4 days". I drew in realisation.

I wanted to get out of this place - no wonder , but not like this. At least not in a place worse than this.

While I was reincarnation of death.

He was Jax Carson. Death behind a smile.

There was difference yet no difference in us.

"If I get married to Jax Carson won't that make us better?" I asked.

"No. the benefit would be mutual for us and the Carsons.. And by any miracle we got more benefit, it would be distributed. Nonetheless we won't be able to reach to the top." My dad answered.

"We would still be number 2." Remembering the second mafia.

"I have men behind the second mafia. When the suspicion is least, my men will kill the inner circle. The gang will be at it is lowest and we would be at the top. If you do your work properly." He snarled.

I want to make a rude comment but I know better to keep my mouth shut.

I nod and get up.

"I will be upstairs".

My father gives me a look and does not give a comment which was good.