Biological Family

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"Sit here while I go pack,"I said but I walked away before they could even reply. I walked into my room and see Draco sleeping on my bed. Draco is my brown and white Siberian Husky.

When I bought this place with my friends, or basically my siblings, I felt kind of lonely sometimes. This place is big and Oliver and Zelda can't always be here.

So I went to the shelter and when I saw him I knew he was the one I wanted. He started to analyze me and sniffing then he suddenly started licking my cheek. At that moment I knew he was mine.

(Draco)

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(Draco)

Draco immediately picked up his head when I walked into the room and started wagging his tail and jumping around on my bed.

It was cute and I wanted to stay there forever but I needed to pack my things and Draco's because I will be taking him with me.

I started packing my guns first into a suitcase with my knives and my work devices. I am the Russian Mafia Donna. I would not change my position for the world I love the exhilarating feeling of slitting someone's throat open and watching the blood pour out. Or just simply torturing someone.

Anyway, Maxim my papa, not biologically but he was there for me when no one else was, he saved me from the Irish. Maxim handed his mafia down to me and you're probably wondering why would he do that as "I'm still a child" well this "child" is the most lethal Assassin in the world and the most lethal Mafia, as we are #1, The Greeks are #2 with the Spanish and Italians being tied with #3.

I'm allies with all of them and many more.

After I'm done packing work items I put my favorite gun in the waistband of my pants and hid my throwing knives around my body

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After I'm done packing work items I put my favorite gun in the waistband of my pants and hid my throwing knives around my body.

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