The surrogate assassin

CHAPTER FOUR:LENA

Breathe. Focus. Release. But immediately I release the trigger I regretted it.

Fuck. I had just killed the Capo de Capi's wife.

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I woke up to a pounding headache. I stretched feeling sore after last night. I really do know how to pick them. Last night was epic, my sexy stranger didn't disappoint just as I predicted. Speaking of Mr stranger, I open my eyes to see the space beside me empty.

I scanned the hotel room we had Lodged in and it seemed empty. I smiled. No strings, just the way I like it. I grabbed my phone and checked the time and it was almost noon.

"s**t", I cursed under my breath as I immediately get up and started getting dressed. The gathering of the Blood city mafia was happening in an hours time. I could not be late. What was even worse was I was completely s**t faced thanks to all the alcohol I had taken.

I did not do well when it came to alcohol.

I had already visited the venue where the Blood City Mafia were to have the event, to know the best vantage point that would give me a clear shot at my target.

I grabbed the rest of my stuff and rushed out if the hotel room my head banging badly. I blame Rachel for making drink the night before a mission. Normally I would be awake at the crack of dawn, but the combination of great s*x and alcohol made me more relaxed than usual, hence sleeping late and a completely frayed state of mind.

I barged Into the hotel room Rachel and I had paid for during our stay here and it was empty. Good, if anything were to happen I wouldn't want it getting traced back to her.

I checked the time and I only had thirty minutes left to get to the venue.

"s**t,s**t,shit." There no time to shower or take Advil to kill my raging headache. I had to leave now. Rummaging through my closet, I pulled out a blue boyfriend jean and a white crop top hoodie. Trying my best to blend in.

Like I said, people hardly expect that a lady would be and assassin, and especially not one with a body like mine.

I grabbed my sniper gun that was concealed in case a that made it look like I was carrying a musical instrument.

I rushed out and headed to the venue.

My vantage point was a two buildings away from the prestigious restaurant the Blood city Mafia had rented. From the top of the building where I was,I got a clear view of the rooftop part they were having.

Just as I finished setting up, my target pulled up to the venue with his convoy. I smiled

It was time for some action. Usually I don't really have to wait for my target to enter the venue and start mingling. I could shoot them as soon as they got out of their car or even as they're driving, that is if I have a clear shot.

But for this man I had to be extra careful, I've heard rumors that he could literally sense danger from a mile away.

I choose this gathering hoping he would be a bit distracted so I can do my job. The Capo de Capi of Blood city Mafia, Giovanni Valentino, my target, walked into the party and everyone stood in respect.

Giovanni Valentino was a cruel man. Everyone knew he got his position by slaughtering his family alive. I shivered just thinking about it. He wasn't a man to be crossed. I heard he once skinned a man alive for loosing his shipment of drugs.

I wondered how he even got married. According to what my father had told me, the man adored his wife and acted like a fool when it came to her. His wife's Sophia was the only person he had shown any shred of humanity to, not even his own son.

For once I was grateful for the mafia I had been raised in. The ........... Mafia.

As most people in the Mafia I wasn't born I to the mafia city. I had quite a normal childhood that is until tragedy struck and I lost both my parents in an accident.

I and my little brother, Jameson were sent to an orphan and it seemed nice at first until Mr Orton, the head of the orphanage, began visiting my room at night.

I tried to fight him off but I was just a little girl. After a while one of the kids that were adopted told they're Foster parents what happened and Mr Orton was arrested.

It turns out I wasn't the only one he was doing it too.

I and my brother got moved to another foster home but the head lady of the home was even more cruel than Mr Orton. She treated the kids like slaves. Literally and touched us whenever she felt like it.

I sighed sadly remembering my past. When I couldn't take it anymore I ran away with my brother and we began living on the streets.

That was a really dark time until. The Don of my Mafia found us. We were crossing the street and his driver almost ran us over but he managed to stop just in time.

I'll never forget how his cold eyes glared at mine and then he told the driver to bring us back. I was so scared, bring us back to where. Was this strange man going to kill us?

I tired struggling, kicking and biting but it didn't work. We were taken back to the White Rose Mafia, and for the first time after my parents died I was treated like a human being.

I was eager to pay this man that become sort of a father figure back, so I asked him to train me. Then I wasn't sure what I could do and how capable I was. But when the training started he realized I was amazing with gun's. I never missed. So he made me his personal assassin.

I smile to myself as I remember the proud look on his face when I came back from my first mission and I had carried it out perfectly.

At first begin an assassin wasn't easy, I would have nightmares and sleepless nights but after a while of doing it I grew numb to it. After every mission I would get bat s**t drunk and pass out for a whole day, or sometime enjoy good s*x with a stranger then pass out.

which is why I shouldn't have drank the night before, it messes me up completely and the best way to get over it was sleeping, but I had a job to do today.

I sighed rubbing my forehead where I felt the headache the most.

Speaking of strangers. My sexy stranger had just pulled up to the event. "What the f**k is he doing here"