My own assassin

prologue “No!!!!” Selena cried as she heard the loud bang. It could’ve only been from one thing. She watched her father fall to the Earth, surrounded by a puddle of blood. His blood. Tears began to roll freely down her cheeks. “No, Daddy. Daddy, No.” She ran to him. Selena sobbed violently, sinking to her knees. “I’ll be all alone in this world.” She shook his limp figure. ”Please!! Don’t leave me!” She leaned forward, wiping her tears from his face and kissed his brow. Her head leaned back and she grabbed her father’s hand. She squeezed it tightly. “Derossa!!!” She screamed out. “You miserable Bastard! Where ever you are I will find you! I will have my revenge!!“ She began to shake and shiver, as she sat on her knees, crying over her father’s body. The rain began to fall around them and her world went dark. “Father, I swear it.” Selena whispered. She kissed his forehead again and stood. She heard sirens in the distance. She didn’t want to leave him, but she didn’t have a choice. ……. CHAPTER ONE “Why me? Why? Why not someone else? What did I ever do to deserve this? First Grandpa the Ma and now my beloved Father.” Selena cried into her pillow, before allowing exhaustion to overcome her. She had no other family. Born the only child, of parents who were both slain. Murdered in cold blood, by the same man. Roland Derossa. He was not just in the Mob. He was their main assassin. The big man’s son. Their Mob feud had begun with her Grandfather James Clemott. I don’t know, what you know, about messing with the Mob’s girls. You just don’t. Of course, bad blood starts with lust. James had taken Lile Derossa’s lover. She became pregnant. James fell in love with her and they were later married. The former Mob boss fell, and the power went to Lile. Scorned by love lost, but not wanting to hurt her, he swore to kill every, born Clemott, that walked the face of the Earth. Until there was only one, and for that last one, he had plans. “Lucky them” Selena thought, when she first heard of their feud. But now, laying on her bed, mourning the death of her father; she realized that the last one, was her! Selena sighed as she pulled the black funeral clothing from her wardrobe. She didn’t bother inviting people, there wasn’t anyone left. After donning her blacks, she walked to the police station and claimed the body of her father. There wasn’t much to do, in way of paperwork. The mob had their hands in those pockets as well. Selena gave a sad, somber smile to the detective. Despondent, sightless eyes looked to her father’s body in the underground morgue. Selena brought with her the garments for her father’s burial. She washed him. His body was cold to the touch and pale. She sniffled her tears back for a while. She then let them fall in place on his skin, as she rubbed him with the cloth. Selena dressed him in his Sunday suit. A black pin striped coat and pants, with a white shirt and red tie. She brushed his hair backward and kissed him on the forehead. Selena let her hand rest on his face when she was done. She stared at his face. Memories flooded her thoughts. She reached down and patted his now folded hands. She twisted his wedding band onto his finger and placed a red rose in his grip. Silent tears were running down her face. She had to leave him for the day. He was to be placed into a small coffin that she had selected. It was polished oak, beautiful and simple. It was just the way that her father would’ve wanted it. Selena picked the burial plot in the cemetery nearest to her mother. It had already been paid for by her father’s life insurance policy. She came to watch them dig. The large orange backhoe came in on a trailer. It was pulled by a white truck. Selena stood under a tree. She leaned on it for support. Noise startled her for a moment, as men drove the tractor off of the trailer. Her eyes stayed focused on the bucket as it dug into the dirt with its claws. The backhoe scooped up the dirt and moved it next to the plot. It twisted downward, and let the dirt fall onto the spot that was covered by a tarp. Selena focused on the dirt. Brown and red crumples of soil were falling in slow motion. Another tear fell down her cheek. She walked slowly out of the cemetery.