Mafia's Assassin

Chapter 3

"I've heard of your work with the Russians.." they scoff

"You have, have you ?" I nod

"I heard that they made you their bitch" my eyes flicking to his as his jaw tightens, his guards step forth but he holds them of with his palm

"And why would you say that ?" His fingers digging into my jaw

"Because they made you all their little lap dogs. They point and you retrieve" I pout to him earning a back handed slap that makes my body turn

"I TELL THEM WHAT TO DO ! they answer to me !" His nostrils flare

I begin to laugh gaining their attention
"You .. expect me to believe.. you had a hand in the Infiltration of the Roderigarez family ?" Shaking my head. My face once again lifted to his

"I organised it!" He snarls power leaving his voice "to fuck his wife and rape his daughter where she sleeps, to torture his sons !" My skin grew hot under the chains

"Why .."
"Why !?! Because we wanted the empire he built and he wouldn't give it to us so we decided to take what should be ours!" his eyes raged and bulged with the sight of distant power

"You .. killed my brother .. for greed" Snapping from his vision, he looks down to my hanging form. Slowly I tilt my slightly bloodied face to him, my eyes full of pain and revenge

"Guards !" Stepping back his men walk towards me. Running back pulling my chains as tight as they would go, I tighten my grip at the wrist and run towards them. Lifting my feet with enough force from my swing, I wrap my thighs round one's neck unhooking my chain and bounce the bottom of my fists from his crown.

Clawing at my legs and lower back for release, I make enough space to wrap my chain around his neck, turning I drop from his back to my feet. He chokes and gurgles under my hold. Using him as a barrier from his friend while I look to the sweed, I effortlessly snapping his neck. Horror fills the sockets that once looked at me like they contained an ounce of power in this world.

Letting the body fall and dodging the other guys punches. Seeing my new friend making a run for the door, I whip my loose chain into the guards side, releasing a few grunts. Wrapping the chain over my knuckles I strike his face, feeling the warmth pepper my skin from the ripping of his flesh. Using the last of my leg strength to clear the floor, I land a two footed kick in his abdomen, crushing the little ant to the door.

Cushioned by the sweed, he peels himself from the surface. Lying on the floor where my body made contact, I watch my little friend fall to the floor unconscious. His muscle now trying to squash me like spider, I begin rolling side to side avoiding his large size 12 boots theatening to crush my skull. Being trapped like this means only one thing ...

Diving my foot up into his balls, I crawl from beneath his legs while he howls. Looking to my torture table, I grab the gun and fire at the sweeds feet making him run to the corner furthest from the door. Turning to the barrel that now runs towards me, I fire once without a blink and watch his body fall to the floor. Dust flying clinging to every surface

"It never ceases to amaze me how easy it is to bring a man of that stature to his knees" I swing the gun around while I squint at the ceiling, wiping my lip with my forearm

"Please .." I shoot at his feet again and he screams.

"Shh" I cover my lips with the gun feeling the cold kiss of metal "Don't cry" I tsk unfastening my chains grabbing the knife, gun still present in my other hand

"I can offer you money" I laugh sliding close

"You think money will save the likes of you ?" I point my blade into his cheek and he flinches

"Murder won't save the likes of you !" He spits his words at me. I wipe my eye with a scoff

"True but .. at least I got my revenge" my blade biting into softened flesh gripping my shoulder, blood filling his mouth.

"para Jorge" (for Jorge) I kiss his cheek sliding the blade from his stomach to enter again. His hand slides down my arm along with his body to my feet. Raising the gun I leave my mark, perfectly between his eyes.

*************
Standing in my father's office I'm joined by my brother

"Emilie"
"Andres" he kisses my cheek

"Father sent word for you two months ago and you choose to show your face now ?" I shrug

"I've been .. sight seeing" his eyes narrow in my direction

"And the fading bruises on your wrists ?" Now folding his arms

"Extravagant sports. I like to challenge myself, more then I can say for that thing on your neck" scratching my neck mirroring where his hickey is "What was her name again?" Tilting my head at him

"Leave your brother alone Emilie, Andres do not question your sister she is here now" we straighten at the sight of our Father

"Sit" placing himself in to his chair "Emilie, how does your arrangement stand as far with the Nishimura's ?"

"Well, Meilin and I speak often. We plan to meet when his family vacation here this summer" my father nods his approval

"Andres what is, to say for your end" my father's hands fall together beneath his chin

"We've gained back .. two thirds of our investments but, the Russians seem to be ahead with will power when it comes to our strip club" Andres sighs rubbing his temple. My father's knuckles whiten

"Carlos !" Three pairs of eyes turn to Javier, the families advisor brusting into the room

"Javier" my father nods

"Nosotros tenemos palabra de que ..."

"English" my father booms "we are in the presence of family" his hand widens to me and my brother. Javier nods

"We have word that the sweed involved in your families small demise in the empire is dead" my father's eyes fall solely to me

"Is that so" Javier nods

"Word has it that he to, lent the man power to infiltrate your .." my father silences him again with the flick of the wrist

"Carlos I think now would be a good time to strike back what we lost" Andres moans

"We do not have the man power to help us win this war !" Standing from his chair "I will not risk what we have, to lose it all now !" Andres hand runs through his hair in frustration

"Why now Javier ?" My father's eyes fall to his advisor, unfaised by his son's outburst

"Because the Russian and sweedish are at war, their son that was killed.. he met the same fate as your own" all our eyes turn to my father.

"There's more .." Javier eyes flick to me and I feel my palms grow sweaty

"If we are able to secure this last piece back under our belt, the Giovarni's would like to throw their hat into the ring for the hand of Miss Emilie Roderigarez" my breath catches.

"Very well, we know what we must do" my father stands "Leave, me and Emilie have much to discuss" once I see the back of both my brother and the advisor my father sits before me

"Emilie .."
"I know" I silence him with a nod "for our family"

"And for Jorge" standing I walk to my room, knowing I have to earn back what we lost. This pairing would align my family with the strongest hierarchy in my world, The Italians

Standing before my mirror I sway my hips, watching my silver cut out dress flow side to side made up of tiny tassels that catch the light. Adding a red lip, I rub my lips together and take in my blonde wig

"For Jorge"