The Mafia's Ruthless Assassin

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Walking out of the school, Ares walked to his car while I followed him. He unlocked the door and I opened it before sliding in the passenger's seat.

Ares opened his own door and slid into the driver's seat before he stared at me questioningly.

"What?"

"Don't you have your own car?" He asked, his hands on the steering wheel. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his veiny tattooed arms—hot.

"Are you going to die if I come with you?" .

"I don't know," he shrugged, his eyes on me with a smirk tugging at his lip, "you tell me, tesoro. Will I die?"

"You're annoying," I groaned, "the car in which I came is trash—as you know, 'Diana' isn't supposed to be rich."

"Let's go somewhere," he suggested making me raise my brows at him in curiosity, "Where?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Ice cream," I replied with a grin, "I want to eat an ice cream."

He nodded, "ice cream, it is then." Ares then started the car and began driving while I stared out of the window, thinking of what my father expected me to do. Would I be able to do it? I've always succeeded in every mission he sent me to do then why couldn't I complete this own? Why did Ares has to be so f*****g nice, hot and desirable? It seemed impossible to hate him.

After a few minutes, Ares pulled the car to a stop and stepped out. I glanced outside to see that we've reached an ice cream parlour. Opening my own door, I stepped out and looked at Ares who was now standing beside me.

Ignoring the eyes on us, I leaned in to Ares, mumbling, "nenavizhu byt' v tsentre vnimaniya."[I hate being the center of attention]

"Ya dumal, ty k etomu privyk." Ares replied, keeping his voice low as me. [I thought you were used to it.]

"Ya dumal, ty ne govorish' po-russki." I stared at him in confusion and curiosity as well. [I thought you didn't speak Russian.]

"Just like I thought that you don't speak Italian." He responded as we made our way inside the place. My eyes scanned around the room, looking for a table. I pointed to the one in the corner of the place

"What flavor do you want?" He asked, nodding at the table I pointed at.

"Chocolate," I replied to which he nodded before walking away. I walked towards the table and sat down on the chair, keeping my eyes on Ares who was now buying our ice creams. Ares moved his eyes away from the man to me as he waited for the guy to prepare his order. He flashed me a small smile which I returned.

Damn, that man was fine as hell. I wanted to do nothing more than to run my fingers through his black hair and trail my lips down his sharp jaw—what the f**k is wrong with you? Snap out of it, already.

"Alexia?" I heard the familiar voice call out making me advert my eyes from Ares to the woman in front of me.

My eyes automatically widened when I saw my mother standing there, looking at stunning as always. A part of me disliked my mother for leaving me alone with my father in the past but a part of me also understood why she did what she did. My mother was not tall, she was actually short—around 5'1. Her hair was brown like mine. She was wearing a dress which reached just above her knees and had high heels on which made her a few inches tall. She had a black bag in her hands and glasses rested on her head. She was looking gorgeous, like always.