Chapter 3 3.

"Get up, we are leaving", I tell Nikolai.

I don't wait for him to get up and I just walk out of the building. I hear Nikolai's footstep catching up to mine and he walks beside me in silence. We head back to the hotel and I was feeling the sudden need to kill someone. We walk inside the tall building and then inside the elevator.

"I'm going out again", I turn to a curious Nikolai, "I need to kill someone".

"Who is going to be your victim this time bloody dagger?", he asks with a smirk.

"Whoever pisses me off first", I say and then walk out of the opened elevator doors.

I unlock my hotel room door and walk to my bedroom. I clean my dagger that I had used earlier and put it back on my thigh. I reapply my lipstick and ruffle my hair up a little bit. I grab my phone and search up where the nearest club is, The Marquee is one that catches my eye and I decide that I will go there. I leave my hotel room and make my way towards the night club.

I skip the long line to the club and head directly towards the bouncer. He looks down to me and rolls his eyes, "Sorry Miss but you are going to have to wait in line like everyone else".

I groan and then show him my wrist exposing the snake tattoo - the Russian Mafia symbol. His eyes fill up with fear and moves immediately out of the way letting me into the club. A smirk pulls at my lips as I hear the protests of the others waiting in line. I walk past him and I can hear him muttering an apology. As soon as I enter the building I am confronted with the smell of sweat and smoke. I look around the club and watch each sweaty body grind on each other on the crowded dance floor. I sit down at the bar and order a gin and tonic. I can feel some eyes on me but I ignore them.

With my drink in hand, I turn my body around and observe the crowd trying to find the poor soul that will be the new addition to my kill list. My attention is draw to the upper level where there is a group of men standing up at what I assume is the VIP area. I want to get up there. Suddenly a man stands in front of me.

"Hello Miss Hart, I was asked to escort you to the VIP area", he says. Damn, my manifestation skills are popping off right now.

"And who asked you to do this?", I ask him in a demanding tone.

"Elijah Moratti", he replies.

Elijah Moratti, the leader of the American Mafia. Known to be ruthless and cold hearted. In reality he is a big softy. He was unable to have any kids and many times taken me under his wing. I sometimes think that he thinks of me as a daughter.

I look back to the boy in front of me, "Take me to him", I order.

He nods and walks away. I quickly finish my drink in one gulp and follow closely behind. I walk up the stairs and the man opens the door for me allowing me to enter. I look around to see a group of men sitting around a table playing a game of cards. There are stacks of cash and weapons on the table. Don't be mistaken, this isn't your normal type of poker, where you only wager your money. In the underworld, our games of poker are more high risk and therefore higher wagers, people, drugs, empires, you name it.

"How nice of you to join us Viola", a voice says.

I look over to the noise and see Elijah sitting at the table cards in hand. The men around the table look over to me. I look over the men sitting down to see if I recognise any of them. I am met with a pair of brown eyes that make my heart stop for a second. Alejandro Morales, my father, is sitting there taking a drink from his cup while looking down at his cards. I feel the anger rise up in me and I go to grab my dagger and stick it in his throat right then and there but I stop myself. I am brought out of my trance by another deep voice, one that makes the hair on the back of my neck rise.

"Apologises for my tardiness, I had some matters to attend to", it says.

I turn around and see him standing there. My brother. Carlos Morales. At first I feel sense of warmth seeing him again, remembering our childhood together, but that is soon overpowered by bitterness as I think of all the times he could have stopped our father's actions and never did. Masking the conflicting feelings, I move towards the table, taking a seat next to Elijah, reaching for the stash of cash I had placed on my thigh.

"Deal me in", I say. I am handed a hand of cards and look down to my hand. I keep one hand close to my weapons on my thigh as I observe everyone else seated at the table. I shoot one quick look over to those brown eyes again and I see his devilish smirk again as he stands over the lifeless body of my mother. I stop all of my thoughts and draw my attention over to the American leader.

"So Elijah what did you want me for?", I ask.

"Oh I just wanted to see my favourite assassin again", he says slyly.

"In other words you want someone dead", I say annoyed, "Who is it this time?".

"Who do you think you are, coming in here ordering people around?", that all too familiar voice says at me angry. I look up to meet his brown eyes and I roll my green ones. I nearly tell him who I really am but I stop myself.

"Viola Hart, la daga ensangrentada, nice to meet you" (the bloody dagger), I tell him not daring to back down. I'm not the same girl he knew, I wasn't afraid. He scoffs and takes another drink.

I am not that weak little girl anymore and there is no way in hell will I let him make go back to her. She is as dead as my Mother.

The man next to him nudges him and says, "Se parece mucho a Emilia, ¿no crees?" (She looks very similar to Emilia, don't you think?). And my father murmurs in agreement.

I roll my eyes, "La última vez que lo comprobé, asesinaste a esa niña junto con su madre hace seis años"(The last time I checked you murdered that girl along with her mother six years ago), I tell him lacing my words with venom. In the corner of my eye I saw Carlos' body going rigid.

He chuckles, "She is a feisty one Moratti".

Elijah nods in reply. "So dagger what are you doing in New York?", Elijah says to me.

"Dimitri wanted Nikolai and I to attend the gala for him", I tell him.

"How long are you here for?", he asks.

"2 weeks, but that could change depending on whether or not certain situations uprise", I slyly eye my 'Father' as I speak to Elijah. "So do you have a job for me or not?".

"Always straight to point, all business and no play", Elijah complains, "Anyway, I do not have any one I want you to kill at the moment".

"Aww so you missed me so much you just had to demand my presence up here", I reply winking at the American Mafia Boss.

Elijah laughs, "Oh you know me so well"

"Yes well you should know I don't do well with demands", I say playing with my dagger, the tip pointing into my ring finger.

"Hush now girl", Elijah waves me off. I roll my eyes, if he was anyone else he would be dead already. "I wanted to introduce you to some people before the gala", he says. "This is Alejandro Morales, leader of Spanish Mafia and his right hand Mateo". I nod in reply, I obviously already know who these bastards are but I continue to play the innocent act. "Then this is Julien Monet heir to the French Mafia and his friend Blaise. And finally Carlos Morales, son to Alejandro, heir to the Spanish Mafia", Elijah says the last bit with a knowing smirk.

I look up to be met with a pair of green eyes, one's the mirror my own. I roll my eyes and look back to my cards. I see that I have a royal flush and smile to myself. I push all of my money into the middle of the table, "All in", I tell the group. Everyone follows my action and puts everything they have in. Everyone puts their cards and is shocked when I win. I pull everything over to me and smile.

"What are you boys sad that you lost to a girl", I say sarcastically. I hear Alejandro mutter something under his breath annoyed. I reach down and grab a dagger and throw it towards him. It lands in the chair, only an inch from his face. He looks back at me shocked. "Next time it will be in between your eyes, and I don't miss".

I get up and put my winnings into a bag and walk out the door. I make the trip back to the hotel and pull out my phone. I look at the time, 1 am. I groan knowing that I probably won't get a lot of sleep tonight. I enter the familiar building and walk into the elevator pressing the 30 button. The metal box moves upwards quickly and within a minute it dings open.

I walk into my room and have a quick shower. I change into an oversized shirt and crawl into bed. I think back over the night and remember seeing my father for the first time in 6 years. I instantly feel sick to the stomach when I begin thinking about him. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly hoping that I will be asleep soon. Just before I have accepted the darkness, I remember that I didn't even kill anyone tonight. Shame