The Mafia's Ruthless Assassin

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Alexia's POV

Humans are humans, they have feelings. Pain, happiness, sadness, love, hatred, jealousy,anger and so on, are part of life.

Everyone must have felt at least one or two of these emotions.

Then why do they say that I'm emotionless?

My name is Alexia Ivanov. Unfortunately, I'm the daughter of the Leader of the Russian Mafia, Noah Ivanov. Being twenty four years old and the eldest child made me the heiress of the empire.

I have a younger 'sister' who goes by the name, Dana. She's one year younger than me. I've been trained ever since I was a child unlike Dana who has been treated like a princess ever since she was born.

I stared at the man in front of me, who was shivering in his seat. He had his hands tied behind his back.

"Mr Lacroix, I'm sure you know who I am." I spoke with a calm tone.

"Y-yes I know who you are. You are the assassin," Antoine Lacroix stuttered, sweat forming on his forehead.

"Tu as osé tuer un de mes hommes malgré le fait de savoir qui je suis." I knew a lot of languages, french included. [You dared to kill one of my men despite knowing who I am.]

"J'ai reçu l'ordre de le faire. Je n'avais pas le choix. Gérard est mon patron! C'est mon devoir de lui obéir." Antoine replied, his voice slightly shaking. [I was ordered to do it. I didn't have the choice. Gerard is my boss! It's my duty to obey him.]

I clicked my tongue before saying, "Et c'est mon devoir d'assurer que ceux qui dérangent les affaires de mon père meurent."

[And it's my duty to make sure those who mess with my dad's business die.]

"N-ne faites pas ça! Ça ne se reproduira pas! S'il vous plait..." Antoine pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

[D-don't do this!! It won't happen again! Please...]

It was funny to see a man twice my age pleading and crying for me to spare his life. I wasn't going to t*****e him since he wasn't really my enemy. He was just a guy who pissed of my dad.

"Your time has come. Goodbye." I ignored his pleas and pulled the trigger.

He knew he was going to die. If he heard of me then I'm sure he heard that I wasn't one to show mercy.