the zodiac

a notorious mobster rises to power and creates his own empire of blood, money, and fear. his daughter, a trained assassin, detective, and spy that handles most of the finances, is often better at his job than he is. with a kill streak of almost 830, the cops are still struggling to find this anonymous killer. she gets sent on the most dangerous missions and returns unharmed and without a scratch. she seems invincible. she disappears without a trace after every mission. her victims never survive, and there are never any witnesses. nobody lives to tell the tale of the mafia. with so little evidence and information on her, authorities can't do anything. there aren't any connections or relations to her victims, but she does have a pattern. it's her signature move. on the bottom of her victims foot, she carves in "the zodiac".

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"But Dad-"
"No. You will not have this mission. He's too dangerous." He leaned back in his chair.
"I swear to God-I'm a fucking mafia! If I can't do it, no one can." She jumped up from her chair and rolled her eyes.
"I know. And I don't doubt your abilities to the slightest. But you are my daughter and I care for your safety." He remains calm and collected, knowing that if he blows up, his daughter will lose her temper.
"Fuck this bullshit." She scoffed and plopped back down in her chair.
"Watch your language." He clenched his jaw.
She rolled her eyes.
"I already assigned you a task-"
"Yeah, to kill some high school teenager." She retorted.
"Don't underestimate her. YOU are a high school teenager as well. Would you like anybody underestimating you?"
"I could care less. I would like to prove them wrong." She bit back, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. "I don't want to kill some 16 year-old girl, Dad. I want to kill him. I want this mission."
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