The Mafia Assassin

Emily stood in front of the Don's office door as she violently battled with the gum in her mouth. She knew exactly why he had called for her. It was about those bastards she sent straight to hell last night, Satan must have given them a nice welcoming party.

Ugh! They deserved it, they had disturbed her fun last night and she had to teach them a lesson.

Okay, I don't need to think of this too much,let me just enter. She said to herself as she adjusted her clothes.

She was putting on a black leather jacket, a black jean pants which made her ass look even more round than it was and a pair of black combat boots.

In the back pocket of her jeans pants was her pistol, which had been specifically designed for her and a set of well designed and sharpened knives and another pair of knives in her boots.

There is a reason she was called the black cobra and that's because she always prepared for any fight that may come anytime.

She walked into the office, smirking at him as she continued to chew on the gum.

"You called." she said as she sat down on the chair in front of his table and placed her legs on the table.

"It's good to see you too Emily." She could hear the anger in his voice and it was a pleasure to her ears. God she loved how angry she always made him feel each time.

"Well, I want to say it's good to see you too but you know it's impossible" She smirked at him then brought out one of the knives in her boots and reached across his table to take his face towel and started cleaning the knife.

His face soon paled, then he frowned.

"Do you know the amount of trouble you caused with the police when you killed those guys at the club last night?" He growled clenching his fist that was placed on the table.

"See, they deserved it okay. I was having the fun of my life with this hot and cute guy but they decided to spoil my fun." She replied emotionless, then decided to throw in a fake pout. She knew exactly what he was going to say next and she wasn't even ready for lectures.

"Emily, this is getting too much. You kill people like you are killing an insect" He said with a fake concerned look on his face.

Bastard! She cursed inwardly. The hatred she had for this man sitting across this huge office table was really indefinite.

"Ugh fuck!" She said under her breath as she rolled her eyes.

Not again. How many times will I tell him to stop faking being concerned about me?

"Whatever!" she shrugged, putting her knife back where it came from.

"Well, I have a job for you. The mission is to wipe out the family of Eddy Norman. The king of the American mafia" he said, looking serious.

"Is that all? When do I start this mission?" She asked, getting excited that she was going to kill soon.

He could obviously tell because he sighed loudly.

"Don't kill unless necessary. This is the American Mafia we are talking about, I'm sure you have heard news about them. Just keep it in mind that any little mistake, you will practically be food to the ground in the next second." He warned loudly.

"Get to the point. When can I leave?" She ignored his warning, she wasn't in for his little pep talks.

"As soon as possible. You will be going to the United States of America tomorrow" he replied with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't want a dirty job." He repeated his earlier warning.

"I want a very clean job with no traces. Jordan and nine other guys will be accompanying you. You have to do all it takes for this job. If not, consider her dead" he said as his lip curled up to a smirk.

She wished she could punch that smirk off his face. "Okay, I understand" she spat getting angry at herself for letting him get to her again.

She immediately stood up and walked out of the office. Not waiting for him to dismiss her.

"Eddy Norman." Why does that name sound so familiar?

The name seemed to give her a particular feeling she couldn't place her hands on, a feeling she doesn't like at all.

The familiar name kept ringing in her ears as she strolled down the stairs. She could swear she had heard the name somewhere before.

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A man slowly walked away from where he was hiding as he watched Emily stroll down the long corridor of the mansion straight to his room.

He immediately entered the room which was at the far end of the corridor, he immediately looked at his environment to make sure nobody was following or trying to eavesdrop.

When he was certain he was the only one around, he quickly entered the room making sure to lock the door behind him.

He immediately removed his phone from the pocket of his black pants then dialed a number which wasn't registered on his phone then quickly placed the phone which seemed the call was answered on the first ring.

" She has been informed about the mission. The name seems to ring a bell to her but I don't think she remembers." he said into the phone.

"That's good, everything is ready now you know the plan." the unknown receiver replied.

" Yes boss, I won't disappoint you." He replied immediately.

"Number 24 don't ever let your guards down, you know Emily is a very smart girl. She could easily catch on with our plans if we made any mistake." the receiver said.

" I understand,I will be extra careful." He assured and immediately the call got dropped then he put back his phone into his pocket before a scary grin appeared on his face.

Oh little Emily does not know what's coming for her!

Jet black hair swayed everywhere till it became a perfect bun. Emily had tied her hair into a perfect black bun. One could see her well defined long neck. It looked so pale with the alarmingly large amount of scars on display; like a beautiful piece of art.

She seemed extremely focused on her series that was being played on the large smart television in front of her. She didn't even notice the numerous times the door bell had rang.

Maybe she just decided to ignore the bell since she knew they had recently landed in the United states of America; she definitely wasn't expecting anyone since she had given strict orders for the guys not to disturb her unless something important came up.

"Who could it be? I wasn't expecting anyone." She thought as she gently stood up from where she was sitting with a scary and annoyed look plastered on her face.

She moved as quietly as possible as she removed her pistol from her waist holder.

"Who is it?" She asked as she positioned herself at the side of the door preparing for any attack with her hands clutched on the gun.

"It's me, Jordan." she heard Jordan's voice then calmed down, lowering the gun and releasing her stance. She opened the door to meet his always frowning face. Asshole!

Only God knew how much hatred she felt towards this guy. She honestly would have killed him a long time ago but because he was labeled as The Don's best fighter, which everyone knew was a lie because she could kill him in a blink of an eye but she just decided to spare his life until he isn't useful again.

She slowly walked away from the door making sure she swayed her big round ass well as she felt his stare right where she wanted. She was aware of how all the men gape at her ass every little opportunity they get and she was proud to sway it at them as a sign of they can only stare but can never get their hands on it.

"I have the pictures of the American mafia King's family with me." He said as he placed three pictures on the table across from where she sat.

She slowly leaned forward and grabbed the pictures. There was a picture of a man and a woman of about fifty years and a girl of about maybe eighteen or nineteen years. She stared closely at the pictures trying to access every detail of it.

"We have a problem." He said, making her snap her head up to face him right in the eye. He knew just how much she hates hearing that there was some kind of problem but suddenly she had to quickly try to stop the laughter that suddenly wanted to be freed from the back of her throat.

And oh boy he is looking pissed!. She thought as she stared at him. She could see it writing all over the damn face

"What could that be?" She asked with her right eyebrow raised. The little reflex action had become a habit of hers whenever she was curious about something and she needed an immediate answer.

"We were unable to get any information about the mafia king. We couldn't even get any picture of him, but we heard that about six years ago he was involved in an accident which disfigured one side of his face,so since then he ordered all pictures of himself to be destroyed. Even the ones from childhood were destroyed" he replied.

Interesting! She thought.

"Well, that is not a problem, since we have the rest of his family's picture it would be easy to get to him. Now we have to start with the youngest in the family." She pointed at the girl's picture in front of her.

The girl had one of the brightest smiles she had ever seen and her blonde hair was definitely doing the right job in radiating the smile on her face.

"I want you to get more information about them. Everything, their parties, dinner and where they go to. I need everything you can lay your hands on about them." she said, then he nodded before he started walking to the door then stopped and turned then she saw the familiar annoying gleam in his eyes.

" Oh! Least I forget Emily don't do anything stupid while we're away if you don't want her dead anytime soon." He said as his mouth curled up in a very annoying smirk which she wanted to wipe off his face so badly. He walked out of the door leaving her fuming with anger she wanted to unleash on anyone so badly. Stupid asshole, you lucky Don likes you.

She hated them all so much she wouldn't hesitate to dig her knives deep into their throats. They made her life hell and now they have the only thing that mattered to her the most in the world HER .

She was her only weakness, she could do anything for her but they took her so she had no other choice but to follow all their orders.

She felt hot tears roll down her cheeks as she slowly stood up and walked to the bed in the middle of the room and opened her bag and brought out her diary.

She opened it and brought out a couple of pictures from inside the diary. Her picture was the first,she was smiling widely in the picture.

She wished she could go back to those times when she was still the innocent girl living her life to her heart's content.

She removed the first picture unwillingly from the rest knowing how much sadness the next picture would bring to her then placed it on the bed.

The next picture made her tears become more,it was a picture of her one and only high school best friend. She misses him so much but leaving him was the best option for his safety or else he might also have been caught up in the crazy mess she is in.

He was her first love even though he never acknowledged her as someone more than his friend because of how he changed girlfriends every week but it would have definitely torn her apart if something bad had happened to him because of her.

She slowly laid on the bed holding the hipicture to her chest while slowly cleaning the tears on her cheeks.

"I can't continue to think of all this, I have a mission to focus on." She said loudly as she dropped the pictures to her side then picked the knife on the bed stand and started playing with the tip.

But why do all the memories hurt so much?

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Jordan slowly walked away from Emily's door then he strolled down the long corridor of the mansion straight to his room.

On getting to his room which was at the far end of the corridor, he immediately looked at his environment to make sure nobody was following or trying to eavesdrop.

When he was certain he was the only one around, he quickly entered his room making sure to lock the door behind him.

He immediately removed his phone from the pocket of his black pants then dialed a number which wasn't registered on his phone then quickly placed the phone which seemed the call was answered on the first ring.

" She has seen the pictures and I didn't give her the king's picture like you ordered," he said into the phone.

"That's good, everything is ready now you know the plan." the unknown receiver replied.

" Yes boss, I won't make any mistakes. I know just what to do " Jordan replied immediately.

"Number 24 don't ever let your guards down, you know Emily is a very smart girl. She could easily catch on with our plans if we made any mistake." the receiver said.

" I understand,I will be extra careful. I know how to handle her." Jordan assured and immediately the call got dropped then he put back his phone into his pocket before a scary grin appeared on his face.

Emily starred as the tall muscular white man she had identified as Eddy Norman's right hand man walked into the restaurant just across where her car was packed with a very hot whorish looking chick clung to his right arm. She couldn't miss how the girl was busy batting her long, probably fake eyelashes at him with the 'I want you to choke me' look making Emily roll her eyes.

Jordan had told her not to do anything stupid but she being the hot headed stubborn Latino bitch she was, here she was with a plan to seduce the life out of the poor American Mafia right hand man and she wasn't planning to let the slut clung to him stop her.

It was either he picked her or he picked both of them because she was not planning to back down.

She suddenly felt her phone ring beside her, making her snap her eyes from the door of the restaurant to her phone which was laying on the passenger's seat next to her.

She cringed when she saw Jordan's name appear on the scream. Why can't this motherfucker leave me the fuck alone?

She immediately disconnected the call and switched off the phone. She wasn't going to let him have the opportunity to track her phone and come spoil her plan.

She sighed loudly before deciding to touch-up her make up a little, then she smiled confidently into the mini mirror she was holding as she picked up her light blue purse which was matching her shoes from the back of the car and putting her phone,the mini recorder and the tracking device she just got into it.

She soon opened the car of the fancy black Porsche car she had rented. She needed to look really classy for this.

As she walked into the restaurant, she could feel the stares of men on her body which she had expected and hoped for. The black short silhouette dress she was wearing had done the right justice to her body fitting every curve on her body.

She wasn't one of those women that had big boobs and big ass in a perfect proportion but she could easily flaunt her small round boobs and her huge round ass and definitely her long leg which is her best feature of being a Latino any fucking time and way.

Her long legs which were presently dancing in her light blue Louis Vuitton lace up heels were the evidence of her being 5'7ft tall.

She walked gracefully to the direction her target which she learnt his name was Luke was seated with the chick still clung to him.

Is she not tired of holding on to him for that long? She thought getting irritated.

As she walked beside their table she could feel Luke's eyes staring at her back making her smirk then she slowly turned to face him to see him practically eye raping her, making her wink at him before turning back to sit at the table right next to his.

When she turned back to face him after she had taken her seat,he had a smirk plastered across his whole face but she just decided to smile innocently at him before looking away from him and picking up the menu.

After going through the menu for a while she decided to order a plate of spaghetti and a glass of champagne.

Soon,her food was served which she quickly dug into but she could still feel Luke's gaze on her back and she knew he would definitely soon make a move.

After her meal, she decided to order a piece of cake for her dessert and that was when a glass of champagne which she didn't order arrived with the cake.

"I didn't order this." she said to the waiter try to look clueless.

"Ma'am, the man sitting over there told me to give it to you." The waiter replied as he slightly pointed at Luke.

She turned to Luke's side to see him smirking at her which made her raise her eyebrow before turning back to the waiter.

"Please take this back to him and tell him I don't appreciate collecting things from strangers."

She said to the waiter who carried the glass of wine back to Luke immediately,then she turned back to Luke's side and wasn't surprised to see the chick that was clung to him before was already angry and practically picking her bag from the table and stomping out of the restaurant.

The fun just began! She thought to herself as she noticed Luke standing up from his seat and started walking to her table with the same glass of champagne in his hand.

"This definitely is the first time a beautiful woman rejects my cup of champagne. Do I get the opportunity to sit with this beautiful lady?" Luke asked, leaning gently on the table with a smile on his face, making Emily lean her back on the chair with her arms folded on her chest.

" There should definitely be a first time for everything, don't you think? And everything should not always go our way. You can have your seat Mr......." She replied smiling.

"Luke Charles and yes everything should not always go the way we want Miss or Mrs....." he said as he sat down on the chair opposite from her.

"Miss Anastasia Andrews, nice meeting you Mr Luke Charles." She replied.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. So Miss Anastasia, why is a beautiful lady like you sitting alone in a fancy restaurant?" he asked, staring right at her.

"Well, this is my first time in United state of America, I had lived my whole life in Columbia so i decided to take a little vacation of my own but i don't know anywhere in this country so I asked someone in the hotel I was staying to recommend a very nice restaurant so they recommended this place and here I am." She replied.

"Then you just met your guardian angel. I grew up here in the states so I know a lot of places and I will be happy to be your tour guide." he suggested, still smiling.

"Wow! That will be so great,I will really appreciate it. I'm beginning to get bored out of my mind." She smiled widely.

"Well, let's start from here. My boss and his family are having a small party next Friday. I would love to invite you for a little fun night." He suggested making Emily grin inwardly.

Jackpot!!!!!!! She screamed inwardly. She has finally gotten what she wanted, she knew about the party from the start but she knew she wouldn't be able to get in without an invitation and most especially the king's right hand man's personal invitation was the best.

" Really, hope that isn't too much? I wouldn't want to be of any bother." she said immediately, waiting patiently to see him rule out it himself.

" No not at all you aren't bothering anyone." he assured before his phone vibrated from his pocket and he took excuse to check it.

"That was my cue to go back to work." he said with a little frown on his face.

" Oh! I should also go back to the hotel." she replied as she stood up while Luke also followed then they walked out of the hotel bidden each other farewell but not without exchanging contacts.

Emily drove into the parking lot of the white huge mansion that was their secret hideout to see Jordan practically fuming with invisible smoke coming out his eyes and ears.

"Where the hell did you go?" he spat angrily.

"I don't think there was a rule for you to always know where i go or for me to tell you where I'm going to." she spatted back at him before walking away from him but stopping on her track.

"You can go report to Antonio for all I care, your little damn threats do not scare me anymore." she said without facing him then walked straight into the mansion with a smile on her face because she knew she had successfully made him more pissed.