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Mafia's Pawn

Mafia's Pawn

Keena

Last update: 1970-01-01

Chapter 1 Beginning

  • Eva
  • Rules are created and meant to be broken. The same goes for all humans who decide to venture into the business of killing with the sword and dying by it .
  • “Eva Eva are you there?” Dominik's loud voice rang through.
  • h the chip I was wearing, completely startling me out of my thoughts.
  • “Yea, careful my ears are still valuable to me”
  • “You weren't listening, that's why I had to shout,he just left the meeting to his office this is the right time to strike”
  • “Oh on it”
  • I didn't need any directions anymore as I slipped on my skeleton shaped mask ,meant to cover the users face completely, the only opening on the mask was just the silk around the eyes.
  • Swiftly slipped my hand into the band of my jean, confirming my gun was still secured at the holster that I put it in earlier as I hit the gear and headed straight to the Marco club.
  • I've been sitting in my car for not more than thirty minutes waiting for directions from Dominik who was in charge of tech and tracking.
  • All I needed was an alert that the enemy was out and about and luckily he has. I shuffled through the compartment in car in search of the cigarette I had tossed into the car earlier, while one hand was fixed tightly around the steering.
  • The plan I have so harbored for years and trained for will start today and I was more than happy to do so.
  • I puffed out the smoke out of the now lighted cigarette as my mind was filled with nothing but the thought of Arnold Marco dying through my hand today.
  • As I approached the Marco club, the lights reflecting off the clear pavement, my heart rate remained steady. Years of training had got me ready for moments like these. I parked the car a few blocks away to avoid drawing any attention and made my way toward the entrance.
  • Dominik’s voice sounded in my ear again, quieter this time. “Security is light tonight. Marco doesn’t expect trouble. Remember, you have five minutes tops before his bodyguards return from their rounds.”
  • “Got it,” I muttered, slipping through the shadows. The club's back entrance was less guarded, just as Dominik had predicted. The door was locked, but I’d come prepared. I retrieved a slim lock-picking set from my pocket and quickly got to work. Within seconds, the door clicked open.
  • The interior was dimly lit,as I passed through the main club heading directly towards the office of the man I had unfinished business with, the silence along the hallway was maddening but also advantageous to me as the only sound heard was from my calculated movement.
  • As I reached the door to Marco's office, I could hear his sickly voice inside, raised in anger. “...and I don’t care what it takes, I want it done!” His words were drowned by the sound of something heavy slamming onto a desk.
  • A wild guess would be his hand.
  • Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself. This was it, the moment I had waited for. I kicked the door open, my gun already drawn and aimed at Marco. He looked up, surprise and fury mingling in his eyes.
  • “Who the hell are you?” He yelled trying to reach in for his drawer on his desk but I was fast.
  • “Don't you dare” I said my voice fully coated with malice and hatred “your end time is now Marco say me hi to the devil”
  • The old man looked like he was about to beg for his life, but his feigned fear didn't hide the evil look I saw years ago.
  • Before he could react, I pulled the trigger. The silencer muffled the gunshot, and Marco slumped back in his chair, a look of shock frozen on his face. I stood there for a moment, the weight of years of planning and training settling over me.
  • I didn't stop there as I fired two more straight to his forehead.Then drew out my knife from my shoe and drew out a number on him.
  • Dominik’s voice broke through the silence. “Eva, you need to get out of there now. Security will be back any second.”
  • I nodded to myself, already moving. Holstering my gun, I exited the office and retraced my steps, every muscle in my body on alert. The mission was almost complete, but I couldn’t afford to get careless now.
  • Slipping out through the same back door, I made my way to the car, my pulse finally starting to slow as I got in and drove away. The city lights blurred past, a mix of relief and adrenaline coursing through me.
  • For years I was trained to be emotionless,kill without feeling an ounce of regret in preparation for the big kill I was to face.
  • Dominik’s father and him made sure I was void of emotions and pain, and killing one of the men who took my childhood away from me brought me more satisfaction than I imagined.
  • Dominik’s voice came through the chip once more, calm and steady. “Good job, Eva. It’s done.”
  • I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Feeling like a little weight has just left me “Yeah, it’s done. But this is just the beginning.”
  • The line went silent, and I focused on the road ahead. There were still more names on my list, and tonight was just the first step in a long journey.
  • I entered my car and picked up a handkerchief, cleaning the blood off my knife then zooming off from where I parked earlier.
  • I picked up my phone and called Dominik, swiftly removing the chip that was pinned to my ear and placing my phone on speaker while I drove.
  • His annoying voice floated through “hey baby girl, you miss me?”
  • “Get out” I said as I rolled my eyes like he was there to see it.
  • “Am on my way back home now, how about the job, have I gotten access to the devil's manor “
  • “The only job available is a maid and I don't think you will want to do that principessa.(princess: Italian)
  • “Eww, can't you do anything else “
  • “Nothing “
  • “Then get me in,I will take it “
  • “You sure?” His voice sounded again this time calmly like a doting father.
  • “Yes”
  • “But if you…”
  • “Dominik,get me in and enough with treating me like a baby” I cut him off irritated.
  • “Okay,you start next week “
  • With that I punched the red button, terminating the call.
  • “Now let it all begin”