My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss

"Victor..." I couldn't help but let out a moan. His torso pressed against mine, and with a dirty smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made.

How did it end up like this?

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Carrie's POV

What would you do if your father and twin brother were burnt to ashes right in front of you? Or if your pregnant mother was murdered in cold blood, and all you could do was watch?

I don't know about you, but for me, there was only one path: revenge.

My name is Caroline Slane. I was only 8 years old when my family was taken away from me by the elusive notorious Mafia Boss, only known as The Reaper. A man rumored to be the devil himself, his very name brings a wave of death and devastation. That night-the rain soaked into my skin, the flames crackled and popped as everything I loved burned before my eyes. I remember every second of it. The smell of smoke still haunts me, clinging to my skin as if it'll never let me forget.

Surviving the streets of Los Angeles as an eight-year-old orphan was a nightmare. Every night was a fight against the cold, hunger gnawing at my insides. I wasn't living-I was barely surviving. That was until I met Mr. Graystone, a Russian top assassin masking as a businessman. He took me in and trained me to fight. To survive in ways I never imagined. Under his care, I became faster, stronger, a weapon in human form. It was only fair I paid him back by becoming one of his assassins; for you see, Mr Graystone was the leader of an organization called The Shadow; here, we help our clients get rid of unwanted pests, and we always get the job done.

"Caroline... I see you every day push yourself beyond your limit," Mr Graystone said as he watched me train. His thick Russian accent echoed all over the room. I could sense a bit of unease from the way he spoke

I wiped the sweat from my brow. "Limits are in the mind, sir. They're only real if you believe in them."

He slowly walked closer, hands clasped behind his back, "You know Caroline..." he started, "My people often say; Месть - это огонь, который сжигает душу, поглощая всё тепло, пока не останется любви. Do you know what it means?"

"No sir". Of course not, do I look like I speak Russian?

"It simply means, Revenge is a fire that burns the soul, consuming all warmth until no love remains." He was trying to dissuade me, but I wasn't buying it. His words were just noise- Love? Warmth? Those things didn't matter to me. Not anymore.

I didn't care about what Mr Graystone or anyone else said to me; what I wanted was vengeance, and I wasn't going to stop until I had The head of The Reaper in my hands.

I swear this on my family's grave!

When I wasn't training or taking out a target, I was working at Midland Hospital as a nurse. I didn't care about the patients or their well-being-Hell no! Blood fascinated me, and the hospital gave me access to the medical equipment I needed for my own purposes. It was quite a convenient cover.

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It was just another busy day in the ER. The steady beep of heart monitors and the sharp smell of anJtiseptic filled the air. The sound of ambulance sirens grew louder, and I could see through the windows as they rushed someone in.

Then I saw her-Camilla Estella, the famed model, Barely alive, She had bruises all over, bruises that didn't look like the kind you'd get from your usual accident.

"Something must've happened," I muttered, not realizing I'd spoken loud enough for others to hear.

"Yeah, no kidding," Dr. Jordan, the head surgeon, snapped. "Now get your ass in there!"

Three hours. That's how long it took. And still, we couldn't save her. She died at 11:59 AM. Jordan handed me the paperwork and gestured for me to break the news to her loved ones. Typical. He loved sending me to the war front, watching me deliver bad news while he hid behind his office door.

I went into the waiting room and met a young man standing by the windows. The breeze from the open window rustled the curtains, revealing his face in the dim light. I knew that face. How could I forget it? It was none other than Victor, the only son of the Reaper, the man I swore to kill.

I quickly adjusted my face mask, concealing more of my already hidden face. My pulse quickened, every instinct telling me to strike, but I couldn't-not here.

How is she?" His voice was ice-cold and devoid of emotion. He didn't even look at me as he spoke.

"Your friend is..." I started but was cut off.

"I think you mean fiancée."

Fiancée? Oh shit! How could I not have known? I'd heard on the news that Victor was marrying a famous model, but I had no idea it was Camila.

Suddenly, a plan began to form in my mind. A dangerous plan. One that could get me closer to The Reaper than I ever thought possible. I was going to use the lion's cub to lure it out for the kill. I was going to use Victor. I would take Camilla's place. I would become the fiancée of the Reaper's son.

"She's fine," I lied smoothly. "But the accident did some damage. We had to take her in for plastic surgery. Her face was severely damaged. But don't worry, you can hardly see the stitches"

Victor's expression didn't change. He didn't flinch. "What else?"

What else? Did he really care about his so-called fiancée?

"She has anemia. It might cause some changes in her behavior and we doubt she'll recover from it." I swallowed hard, wondering if he'd buy my lie.

"Okay. When can I take her home?"

His indifference was startling.

"An hour," I replied, my mind already racing with the next steps of my plan. "We just need to give her a quick look."

"Make it quick," Victor snapped, answering his phone before storming out of the room, his dark presence vanishing behind the doors.

He really was the son of The Reaper.

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Once I was done, I went back to Jordan's office to report a mission well done. Medical records for each patient were kept in that office, including the death report of Camilla. I had to erase those files, But how?

"Caroline" Jordan called out, "I want you to call Paula to come pick up the patient's corpse"

There was no way I was going to let that happen; if word got out that Camilla was dead, my plan would be ruined. I had to use the only weapon God bestowed upon women that could take out any man... Breasts.

"Sir, could you please check my heartbeat? I don't feel so good," I stated while unbuttoning the two upper buttons of my shirt. I slowly grabbed his stethoscope whilst maintaining eye contact; I positioned the stethoscope on his ears and ran my fingers from his ear to his thigh; I could feel the vibration in him, he eyed my breasts with such awe, and I could see his dick bulging through his pants. I went in for the kill by leaning towards him and whispering in his ear, "Be a good boy and go get us some condoms, mama wanna feel you"

Like a dog going to fetch a stick, Jordan rushed out of the room. I checked the time and saw I had just 30 minutes before Victor arrived to take his alive fiancee with amnesia home. I went for the drawer and took Camilla's death records and erased her history from the computer. Then I made my way to where Camilla's belongings were and I wore her clothes. Next, I went to dispose of Camilla's body by dropping it over a small cliff that was steps away from the hospital. I rushed to the entrance, barely making it in time. I could see Victor already stepping down from his sleek black car.

"Shit!" I whined, looking at a nearby mirror in disdain as I noticed I had forgotten about my hair. I had short brown curly hair but Camila had long and luxurious black straight hair, typical amongst models. I had to do something and fast.

Just then, two ladies walked past me, having on What looked like wigs matching the type of Camilla's hair. I had no choice, I quickly took the wig off the first lady's head without her noticing. The skills of an assassin tend to come in handy from time to time.

"Camilla?" Victor's voice cut through the air as he approached me. "Do you remember me?"

I turned slowly, slipping into my new role with ease.

From that moment on, I wasn't Caroline Slane. I was Camilla Estella. Victor Reaper's fiancée.

And one wrong move would get me killed

And that's how I found myself in the bed of Victor Reaper...

"Victor..." I couldn't help but let out a moan. His weight pressed against mine, and with a wicked smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made.

"Hush now, Camilla," he said, eyes dark as they locked on mine. "I heard you've lost your memory" His voice dropped low to a whisper as he pressed a teasing kiss between my legs down to my pussy. "Let's see if you can remember this"

He stuck his tongue into my now wet pussy, obviously knowing his way around, and as I gasped for air, each wave of sensation made me forget how to breathe.

With one swift move, he stripped off the little piece of clothing I had on my left; I now lay completely bare on his bed, under his gaze. His fingers traced over my skin and through my thighs. He laid back on top of me, in a prone position, and I could feel him slide himself in me once more, this time going deeper and with more intensity than before.

I buried my face in the sheets and moaned out as he pulled out and almost immediately pulled back in, as if teasing me. His hand turned my hips to follow his rhythm. I have had sex before, but never like this.

My face was red as a cherry, and my pussy felt sore from all the stroking; Victor looked at me with such lust as he sucked hard on my left breast, using his other hand to finger me some more.

"Ah... Victor..." The words barely left my lips as he brought my face up, his hand placed under my chin.

"I see you still remember how to serve" He whispered. "Now be a good girl." He said before pushing me away and standing up from the bed like nothing had happened.

"Your father's coming over tomorrow," Victor said as he picked up his coat from the bed. "Sleep well, my dear fiancée". That last part came out all wrong. Victor made his way to the door. Not even looking back till he was gone. Is this the life Camilla had lived before she died? Was she just a sex toy to him? Some kind of plaything?

Night crept in. I had already received an email from Mr Grayson indicating where my next target would be. I removed my wig and makeup as I approached the door to leave, already dressed in my usual assassin outfit.

"What the?..." As I reached for the handle, I realized the door was locked. "Did he really lock me in here? Gosh! What exactly did I get myself into? Well, I'm not Camilla; a locked door isn't gonna stop me." I said as I brought out my hairpin, a necessity in the tool arsenal of an assassin. "Got ya!"

The mansion was dark and quiet, yet as I moved down the staircase, something caught my eye. A shadow darted through the corridors, quick as it was silent.

"Huh?" I said while perplexed, who would be sneaking around by this time of the night?

Surprised, I followed, slipping through without a sound till we reached the kitchen. Just as I approached, a spray of darts shot through the air. I twisted, dodging them all. Thank goodness I was fast on my feet, or else Camilla wouldn't be the only one dead.

"You're good" a low voice complimented from the darkness. It was a man. He bent his knees as he prepared to attack. "Let's see you dodge this!" He said as he threw punches at me. He was fast, maybe a little too fast; his precision was like that of a trained fighter. We clashed once more, dodging and countering each other's attacks. We paused a bit as we heard someone enter the kitchen; it was one of the maids; we both stood still as she opened the fridge to take out a piece of cake and then went on her way, oblivious to the fact we were standing behind her all along.

"Enough!" The man's voice edged with frustration. "Time to end this!"

"I couldn't agree more" I moved fast, making sure he was pinned to the ground. "Checkmate"

"Who's in here" a loud voice called out, it was Victor. "Shit!" I said under my breath as I released my hold on the man I had been fighting with.

"I'm coming in." The next thing I heard was the sound of the door opening. I looked and noticed that the man I had been fighting with had left already. I picked one of the kitchen staff clothes and quickly changed out of my assassin clothes.

"Camilla?" His eyes narrowed in confusion. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Uh...This isn't the bathroom..." I gave out a nervous chuckle, "oops"

"You think you can dress up as a kitchen staff and escape this time huh?" He said as he grabbed onto my neck, nearly strangling me.

Wait... Camilla had tried escaping before?

Caroline would never let someone manhandle her this way, but right now, I was weak, obedient Camilla. "Vic...tor" I struggled to mutter out as I felt my life slipping away.

He dragged me back to my prison cell of a room.

"Know your place," He said as he stormed out, locking the door behind him.

I stood there in shock as I thought about the events of the night. "Shit!" I thought as I went to the window, "I could have just gone down from here." I tried to reach for it but then realized that it was locked. "I'm guessing Camilla also tried escaping from the window too huh"

I ended up calling Mr Grayson and telling him that I had to bail. He understood and once again gave me wise words.

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The morning light shone through the blinds, the sunlight rays on my bed; I was awoken by the sweet song of birds chirping. "What a night!" I stretched as I looked around the room. "So I'm not dreaming," I said, realizing that I was still stuck in this hell hole of a life.

I fell back on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I pondered. Just then, one of the Maids came into my room, unlocking the doors.

"Good morning Miss. Master Victor requests that you join him in his car in 20 minutes"

"Uh... thanks, I'll be right out," I said as I dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower. Doing my hair and makeup to look like someone else wasn't new to me, as an assassin, I did always have undercover jobs.

I was out in less than 15 minutes and headed out to the car. It wasn't the same car Victor had used to pick me up at the hospital. This one was different, black too but even more luxurious.

I got into the car, Victor was nowhere in sight. "Uhm excuse me, where's Victor?" I asked the driver whose shades were so thick that they could block out the sun.

The driver didn't say anything in response, instead, he started the engine and began driving. What about Victor? I wondered, where was the driver taking me to?

After what felt like ages, we arrived in front of another mansion, though not as large as The Reaper family mansion. There, I met a man; he was a man of small stature, and two hefty bodyguards stood beside him. The car stopped as I came down.

"Cammy!" The small man called out as he drew nearer to me; I had to bend a little as he kissed my cheeks like that of the French. "Hope those bastards didn't hurt you?" He said to me in a whisper-like manner.

"Uhm, I'm fine sir." I hesitantly said, not having the slightest idea of who he was.

"Sir?" The man let out a slight chuckle. "This way," he said as he gestured for me to follow him up into the mansion.

The halls were lined up with pictures of Camilla, the small man, and another person. Someone who looked younger than Camilla. As I looked at all the pictures closely, it dawned on me that they were family pictures. Which meant the small man had to be Camilla's Father, or rather he was my father now.

"Uhm... Dad?" I started, unsure if I was on the right track.

"Dad?" He said with a smile. "You always called me Papi Cammy, but at least you still recognize your papa"

Just then, One of the bodyguards whispered something in his ear. "My flower, would you mind waiting here for a while? Diego will be with you shortly; I have some business to take care of."

With that, he left with his entourage of men in black.

Left alone, I wandered through the halls of the mansion. I made my way upstairs and got to the library. It was a decent room with stacks of books. I've never been a fan of reading, yet I found myself feeling drawn. I started running my fingers through the different collections till I noticed a book that was out of place; all the books were arranged in alphabetical order, but this particular book was far off. I reached out to grab the book, and as I did, I realized it was a lever.

I stood and watched as a secret passage came up behind the walls. Of course, I went into it. The passage leads me to somewhat of an office, not too small. It had pictures on the walls, and not just any pictures, pictures of the top most notorious Mafia Bosses in the city. And at the center of them all was The Reaper.

I checked through the files on the desk only to see records and evidence against each and every one of these Men. The only person's file that wasn't there was The Reaper, well no surprise there. A namestate on the table caught my eye, on it was boldly Written, Dagar-E.

Who the hell is Dagar-E?

Suddenly, the air felt more dense, I could feel someone or something creeping up behind me. "Wow!" I said as I dodged a dart. Instinctively, I threw the first thing I could grab back in defense. It was a pencil and a sharp one at that, but he caught it midair.

"Hmm... You're not Camilla." The man standing behind me said, "You have five seconds to tell me who you are and what you've done with my sister" he said, now pointing a gun at close range to my head.

I was screwed. Face to face with death.

"Five, four, three, two, one..."

A shot rang out.

A bullet was fired. But not from the man in front of me, it was Camilla's Father.

"Diego, have you gone mad?!" He shouted at the man whose gun had been shot right out of his hand. "How dare you point your gun at your older sister"

There was tension between the two. I could tell.

"Uh, it's alright da.. I mean Papi" I said with a shiver in my voice. "I'm fine" I wasn't! Would Diego had pulled the trigger if Camilla's Father hadn't stopped him?

Diego didn't utter a word, instead, he just stared me down. He may have not spoken, but his eyes said it all, his words from before fresh on my mind "you're not Camilla" have I been compromised already?

"Wait, what's that?" Camilla's Father said as he turned Diego's neck to the side, "have you been in a fight? Looks like you lost"

Wait, fight? I glanced at the mark on his neck. They were fresh, probably last night. And it looked like his neck was pressed against or rather pinned down. Could it be that he was the Mysterious man I fought last night?

Nah! That's not possible, I laughed at the thought.

Diego hit away his Father's hand. "It doesn't concern you," he scoffed. He left, but not before giving me one of the craziest death stares I had ever gotten.

"Sorry about your brother Cammy" Camilla's Father apologized, "Ever since your accident, he hasn't been the same" he had a saddened look on his face

Who cared about all that?! I almost got killed just now. Wait, could it be that Diego was the one from last night? And if so, what was he doing at The Reaper's home by that time of the night?

Camilla's Father reached out and touched my shoulder gently. "Go upstairs and get ready my darling. I've arranged a welcome party just for you, Everyone will be there and so will Victor and his Father. So make sure to wear something nice"

Hearing Victor's name made my stomach churn but not as much as hearing his Father's, The Reaper. But this was great news, I could kill him tonight, it would be in and out. Simple! I mean, how hard could it be to kill The Reaper?

I nodded "Alright papi"

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Upstairs, I stepped into Camilla's room. It was like a princess paradise, the floral wallpapers, the armchair sitting in the corner, the books stacked accordingly on the massive bookshelf, the fancy wardrobe, the massive bed, she really was living the luxury life.

As I glanced around, something caught my eyes. It was a diary- Camilla's diary. It was tucked into the corner of her wardrobe. I pulled it out and started flipping through the pages, my heart sank as I read the words

-April 15: I can't doing this, I'm tired, the agency wants me to lose more weight but I feel I don't have any more weight left. I'm fading all in the name of beauty.

-June 3: Just had another fight with papi about the wedding, I hate Victor, he's a self centered asshole. I don't wanna marry someone I don't love, why can't papi see things from my side

-September: Victor just hit me again, it's become a daily dose now...so is having sex, my cheek is swollen red. But it's okay, I'll just cover up with makeup like I always do. Smile for the camera Cammy, I'm just a doll in a dreamhouse.

And then the last entry: I wish I could just disappear forever... I wish I was dead. Maybe then, I'd be free.

I sat down at the edge of the bed. Holding the diary up to my chest. I felt the tears about to fall but I held on. She was a prisoner in her own life, trapped with no one to turn to. "At least she's at peace now" I muttered to myself.

They can't hurt her anymore, now they're dealing with me and I'll be damned if I let Victor treat me like shit!

I could see the guests already arriving through the window.

"Time to show them the new Camilla Estella"

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By the time the party started, I was ready-dressed in a sleek red gown that hugged my body in all the right places, but I wasn't just here to look pretty, beneath my gown was a little suprise for The Reaper; A knife.

Tonight was gonna be my night, the night I had literally been training for my whole life

I descended the stairs slowly, every eye in the room turning towards me. Every man, his wife and their bodyguard. I recognized all their faces, they were all Mafia Bosses. These same people had hired me for jobs to kill a few uncooperative clients. Their gaze was cold but I kept my cool and smiled politely as I walked past them.

Diego was there too, drifting from corner to corner. I tried avoiding him as much as I possibly could even though I should feel his stare from a mile away. It was clear that he was on to me, I needed to act with caution. Last thing I needed was someone getting in the way of my plans.

Just then, I heard a voice call out my name. "Urgh" I whispered to myself. It was Victor. Now that I knew the pain he put Camilla through, the sight of him made me want to vomit. He was just like his Father, an inconsiderate man with no regard for other human beings.

"Camilla" he said, his voice dripping with false charm as he approached. He leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I fought the urge to pull away "You look stunning"

"Thank you" I said coolly, trying to maintain a neutral tone.

Dinner was tense, The table was filled with powerful men discussing about business deals, betrayals and of course, the marriage plans for Camilla and Victor.

The Reaper smiled smugly. "This union will solidify our familie's power"

I almost choked, My hands clenching under the table. I was sitting opposite to the man who had made my life miserable, the man responsible for all my pains and suffering, I itched to stab the knife through his neck there and then but I couldn't act now.

Just then, the lights flickered and went out. Set of gasps echoed around the room followed by the unmistakable sound of guns being drawn.

When the lights came back on, nearly every man on the table had a gun pointed at someone else.

I gulped

"Have you no manners?" The Reaper said, his voice calm and menacing. He continued eating as if nothing had happened.

I clenched my jaw. The arrogance of that man made my blood boil, I tried to hold on. I took a sip of my soup, only to pause. My tongue tickled, the bitter taste unmistakable. I had tasted it before, it could only be one thing.

Poison!

Good thing I've trained for this. As an assassin, you get to build your immune system to fight against certain types of poisons, and luckily this was one of them. My body neutralized the toxin quick. I set the spoon aside calmly, masking my reaction.

Someone had just tried to kill me, but who? And did they want to kill Camilla or Caroline?

I looked towards Diego's direction, but he was nowhere to be found. It couldn't be... Or could it?

The Reaper excused himself from the table a while after that. I seized the opportunity and did the same few moments after him. Slipping away unnoticed. I pulled up my gown revealing my assassin outfit that I had worn beneath earlier. I hid in the shadows as I followed him to the balcony.

"Do you think I didn't notice you" he said, his voice low and amused.

Before he could turn to face me, I threw the knife at him. He dodged it with ease and deflected it to the wall.

"You'll have to try harder than that" he said, His tone mocking as he turned to face me.

I lunged at him, my fists flying. He went for his gun but I grabbed it before him and took a shot but the gun had no bullets. "Ha!" He laughed "Bet you thought you had me"

He was fast, blocking every attack I threw at his face. Well I wasn't surprised, he was The Reaper after all. I was clearly outmatched.

He pinned me down to the wall and used my own knife to trap a piece of my clothing down. What the actual fuck! This can't be real.

"Let me go you bastard!" I hissed, struggling against him.

"You attacked me with nothing but a knife with no gun and no backup" He smirked, "You've got spirit, I'll give you that"

"I swear I'll kill you!" I yelled, wishing I could smack the dirty smirk off his face.

"I have a better idea" he started, "Come work for me, you're sloppy on your feet but I know an assassin when I see one" his voice switched, he sounded so cold and serious, his whole vibe changed. It was scary.

"Never!" I resorted, still trying to loosen the knife.

"That's too bad" he said as he loaded his gun with bullets and pointed it to my face.

What is it with people pointing guns at me today!!!

"It's Either you work for me" he had a devilish look in his eyes, I recognized that look anywhere, "Or you die". It was the same look he gave when he watched my family burn.

I had to make a choice between working for someone I had sworn to kill or dying. The tables had turn.

"Times up" he said as he walked closer. He pointed the gun to my head and forced my chin up so my eyes could look directly at him.

So this is what it means to be at the mercy of The Reaper.