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" Svegliati fottuto maiale! " Verona's mother called from downstairs. Silence. Then she heard footsteps up the stairs, and the next thing she knew her mother smacked the back of her thigh with a wooden spoon. "AH MAMA?!? PER CHE COS'ERA QUELLO?!", she responded "You are already fucking late! How did the morons let you take the abroad job for a whole fucking year! Are you going to fucking sleep like this on the job, huh?!" She said in her broken, Italian tainted accent before smacking her again before heading downstairs. Verona sat up in bed shortly after. (Translation: "Wake up you fucking pig!") ( Translation: "AH MAMA?!? WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!")
Right. The "abroad job". She had to lie to her mother that she was doing practice as a nurse abroad in a different country for a year, but in reality, she was a hitman. Or a hit-woman? Yeah, that could work, but then again she was better than any man in the game and wanted to claim their title too. Asides from that hitman sounded fucking dop- "VERONA NON FARMI-" (Translation: "VERONA DO NOT MAKE ME")
Verona quickly got up, grabbed her toothbrush and paste, and headed downstairs as quickly as she could, " Okay, okay damn.." she said as she trudged down the steps. Her eyes were groggy and she didn't feel like killing people for the next year, on top of that lying to her mother about where she was even going to be. "Don't use that language with me, Verona.", her mother, Aida said as she swiftly wiped the wooden polished countertops of the kitchen. "I made you Cannoli for the trip!" Aida smiled softly as she continued to wipe the countertops, but held up a large Ziploc bag filled with Cannoli, and placed it next to the bags Verona had packed the previous night.
"Thank you, mama. Ti Amo" Verona said as she kissed her mother and made her way into the common bathroom near the kitchen. She locked the door and placed the toothbrush and toothpaste down on the sink. As she looked at her reflection, she was ashamed of how she was lying to her mother to bring money for her mother, as they lived alone.
Ever since her father left Verona and her mother when Verona turned 7, Aida has been trying to work 2 jobs to suffice the bills and taxes that she has to pay. Often there would be nights that they couldn't eat with the lights on because Aida couldn't pay the light bill, or sometimes they couldn't shower with hot water because Aida didn't pay enough.
Verona loved her mother, but she didn't know how to help her. As time passed, everything changed when Verona turned 22. She was looking through the internet for job listings, as she decided had just finished medical school but didn't want to tell Aida that medicine wasn't for her and was willing to do anything that could bring in money faster, as she had scrolled so far into the web that she found a listing to become a hitman. It was a really stupid move for someone to advertise something like that so openly on the dark web, but she accepted.
She met with multiple people to practice training of a proper hitman, and as soon as she started her job she learned that she loved it. After only 2 years of her work in the hitman game, she became one of the most respected and lethal women as she could lure men with her gorgeous facial features, and hourglass body. She was young, beautiful, smart, charming. The targets were like a moth attracted to light, as they were always the ones that came to her. That's what made her job so easy. And it paid very, very well.
Recently, Verona got a private anonymous message to ask if she would be able to host as a bodyguard for a mafia leader's son. "Huh, Javier Alfaro. So, I have to babysit and kill for a 27-year-old mafia leader's son. For a fucking year. The upside is that their mafia home is in Southern California, so that's pretty good. And the job is paying $950,000. That's really good." she sighed as she stared at her computer screen that night. "I wonder if he's cute" she laughed to herself knowing damn well he probably looks like he got hit in the face with a shopping cart.
She shook her head as she came back into the present, staring back at her reflection in the mirror. "Alright, you can get through it. One year of risking your life for people that can pay for your whole fucking future. Please don't fuck this up. You have one goal. Get in there, protect, kill, get the dough at the end of the year, and get the fuck out. Be professional, be precise, and don't make dumb choices. Think all your actions out, and avoid getting slaughtered.", she thought to herself as she quickly brushed her teeth, and washed her face.
"You know this was a good choice, I mean if I became a doctor would I have earned as much? There was such a slim chance of me becoming a doctor anyway because not everyone has the work cut out for them. On the other hand, being a hitman ( woman? fuck I can't choose I want both titles.. ) wasn't made for everyone either, but the demand is low because if you get caught you either die or get sent to jail. Would RIP VERONA look nice on a gravestone?", she wondered to herself in the shower. When she got out, she dried off and put on a navy blue silk blouse and some white bootleg dress pants.
She quickly dried and combed her hair in the mirror when she heard her mom yell, "Presto, Verona! Perderai l'aereo!". She opened and peeked her head out of the bathroom door, " How much more time do I have Ma!?". Aida didn't respond so Verona quickly finished and walked out of the restroom to grab her purse and her keys. (Translate: "Quick Verona! You will miss the plane!")
"Mama! I said how many more minutes till the plane has to leave??" Verona questioned as she watched her mother make more pastries. "three-ty? I think that is the word," Aida replied. Verona's eyes quickly shot open, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she shouted as she threw on some of her favorite heels and grabbed all her bags. "Verona stop with the words, young lady! Give mama a kiss goodbye!" Aida enveloped Verona in a long hug that seemed to last a decade and covered her in sloppy kisses that left Aida's lipstick stains on her cheek.
"Love you, mama, call me okay?", Verona muttered as she gave her mom a kiss on the cheek. "Si, si. Vai adesso farai tardi!" Aida pressured as she released Verona from her clutch. She was letting her daughter venture on her own for a whole year, and she hoped that she would learn new things and find great passion in the medical field. Secretly though, Aida hoped Verona would have enough time to meet a man. Aida snickered as she thought of becoming a grandmother. "My girl," she thought. ( Translate: Yes, yes. Go now you'll be late!)
Verona and Aida said their final farewells as Verona caught her taxi and made her way down to Milan Malpensa Airport. "How exciting," she thought, "My first time to America! And to California too. Hopefully, I'm not too caught up with this dude and he'll be fun".
Once she got on the plane and it slowly took off and cruised over Milan, she looked out to the vast open sky and the buildings and softly whispered to herself, "It's the start of a new beginning ". She smiled and closed her eyes, waiting to reach LAX Airport where the mafia members would pick her up at a secret terminal.
And the man sitting next to her was watching porn. Didn't they block those websites on planes? It says Ebony goth chick gets sl-...how did that thing fit up her asshole?
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Alfaro's Hitman
Roman d'amourJavier said as he swooped around in a quick motion, making Verona halt in her tracks. Softly taking her chin between his fingers and tilting her head up, she watched his eyes, which were icy black laced with slight hues of grey. ¨ 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒆...
