The Contract

3

Scar

I got off the plane and headed to the taxi area. It wasn't a long flight, but it was a long drive if I would have drove here. I find a taxi driver and give him the location to my parents house. As I was sitting enjoying the view I get a call, and saw that there weren't any contact name, nor state that it was coming from. It's probably those car dealership scammers. My car is paid in full and my insurance don't need to be paid til August which it's currently July. I like to pay things early.

The calls kept coming in so I blocked the number completely. If they need something that important a voicemail could do for it.

It took the taxi driver forty minutes to arrive at my parents house and as soon as we arrived I noticed three black Tahoe's in our driveway. I told the driver to just let me out here and grabbed my suitcase from the back trunk and left after paying.

I wheeled the suitcase to the front door and knocked on it. It took a while for someone to answer the door, but soon enough it was opened by my mom.

"Mom, why are there three black Tahoe's outside?"

"Let's talk in the living room."

So I put my suitcase by the wall and walked into the living room, but before I could walk any farther someone had put a gun to the back of my head. My eyes looked to the left of me and saw that my mom was trying to reason with the person behind me.

"Please sir no this is my daughter." My mom pleaded.

"We said no one but the girl, is she-" The guy from behind me said, but didn't quite hear the full sentence because of the sound of a gun being shot.

When his body fell I saw the blood oozing out of his head. Headshot, nice. I turned to see who shot him and there was this blonde with crystal blue eyes staring at me.

"Can I ask what is going on or am I next?" I said, staring at her.

"Never. I would never hurt you, actually the opposite."

"And what would that be?"

"To take care of you and love you." She said all bright and shiny puffing out her blazer she was wearing.

"Yeah....Mom who is she and why am I here please."

My mom looked between the blonde and I, so I guess there was something going on between the both of us.

"Since your mother refuses to speak, I will." The blond replied instead.

"Good."

"My name is Natasha Vladimir. Our grandfathers at one time in life fought with each other and for due payment it was that we could have anything we wanted from the Greene family. I honestly didn't know what I wanted until I looked the family up and saw a picture of you. You are so beautiful and magnificent that I couldn't take my eyes off of you. So with the contract in place and a hand shake I want to claim what the Vladimir wants."

"And let me guess you want me, correct?"

"Indeed."

"Well let me make something known. I'm not a whore who can be bought nor do I want to go with you. I have a life here in America and it sounds from your ascent that you are from Russia. Plus the Greene family is labeled as inactive to the mafia world we have no power. What would being together with you change or fix?"

"I don't want power. I already have it. Also I know that you are not a whore but a smart, sarcastic, ex-assassin hottie. I just want you for my pleasure."

I look to my mom and saw my dad behind her with a sad expression on his face, and with that I knew this was real.

"Listen you look nice, but honestly I don't want part in anything related to the mafia. Sorry for the inconvenience." I said walking outside, but as soon as I passed the threshold with my suitcase I felt a sting to my neck, and looked behind me. My own mother had stuck me with a needle. Wow.

I started to look any and all of my consciousness and later I could see the blonde standing over me and smiling.

Damn. You think you're out of the mafia game until something comes and stick you in the neck. Such as your own mother.