The Emotionless Bride

My target had not arrived, they were late. I have been sitting here for hours, making sure everything was set up ready. They must have changed their time schedule through their paranoia. Good I like it when they are paranoid as it makes them sloppier. You would think it would make them better and sweep the area better, but they are so jumpy they do not think straight, more trigger happy which makes them waste their bullets quicker. Looking through my scope I swept the area, still no one here. Swinging back to the entrance I see the limo pull through the warehouse doors. No guards had been sent through first just my target and his driver. As I was locking on to my target, I felt my personal phone start to vibrate, which was on low vibrate, I almost missed it. This means my dad is calling, only he has this number. Pulling it out of my pocket, keeping the low light of the screen hidden to not give myself away I answered putting it to my ear, a small grunt leaving me to let my dad know I am working and cannot speak. Dad usually spoke low so not to get me caught, but this time he spoke normal. ‘’You need to come home for dinner tonight, start making a move now or –‘’ Before he could finish the sentence, I put my phone down making sure it was upside down. My target was already out of the car and had some friends with him. They looked like bodyguards you get in films. Earpieces, sunglasses, long jackets to hide their weapons. Ignoring my dad on the other end of the phone I looked through the scope and aimed at taking out my target. As I went to pull the trigger, I see one off the bodyguards was already looking up at me. s**t. I pulled the trigger quickly. The bodyguard jumped in front of the bullet; it ripped through his shoulder. The others pushing my target into the car and then the driver was peeling out of there. The one who got shot had pulled out his gun, laying on the ground and aimed my way. I rolled over to the other side of the container I was on as he emptied his clip. Going back to my rifle I shot him straight in the head, putting him out of his misery. What I didn’t get a chance to see was one of the other guards had sneaked back into the warehouse and had climbed up to where I was. As he had climbed up, I heard the stones move that I put there. Spinning around I had a gun pointing at me. A smirking guard. ‘’Got you bitch.’’ He said with a smirk. As he pulled the trigger I rolled and pulled out my handgun and shot him straight between the eyes. I wasn’t quick enough rolling out of the way as the bullet he let out went into my arm and straight through. Blood began to pour out. One thing I hate about doing close shooting it always makes a mess with the blood. Not only have I got my blood on me, but now his blood. Thankfully I am wearing all black. Even my mask is black. Helps to blend into the shadow. All you can see is my eyes if I let you. Remembering my dad was on the phone, I crawled back to it checking the warehouse as I was at it, picked up the phone where my dad was now shouting my name. I told him I would be 20 minutes and hung up on him. I never answer phones when I am on a job, but before when I was younger my dad rang and rang and rang which got the attention of one of my targets, it almost got me killed. Now I answer with a grunt, but never before has he done this where he made a noise to catch my targets’ attention or the guards attention. Something must be going on at the mansion where he lives. Maybe my stepmum and stepsister have done something, and he wants me to kill them. What I didn’t know and soon to find out was, there was someone listening to the phone call, my dad had put me on loudspeaker and the person heard everything. I quickly cleared the spot I was in making sure no shell casings, my blood or anything had been left behind. All my equipment was in the bag and zipped up. Jumping down the container and using the shadows to exit the warehouse. I will have to come out later to hunt for my target. I will need to hack into his computer again and find his next move. I will not let him get away. I have been paid to do the job, and it will be done. No more slopy work from me. Scanning the perimeter, I see it was clear, still using the shadows to the tree line, I found my bike and pushed it through the small forest of trees heading for the road. When I got to the road, I put on my helmet and started up my bike ready to make my way home. I had to divert and add another 10 minutes onto my journey as I was pissed that my dad f****d up my job. I didn’t want to accidently shoot him for messing it all up. My dad is off limits as he is not on a list I have been given. I only kill the ones on my list, if they have guards then they are just collateral damage. All part of the job. The only ones we do not take is children. When I made it back to my dad’s home I parked up outside, took off my helmet and mask. I pulled my hood down to make myself look as normal as I could. Slipping into the mansion I heard voices in the dining room and made my way over. Seeing my dad, stepmum and stepsister sat waiting to eat. I noticed two men at the table as well, sat still and silent. Their eyes never missed a thing. I am sure they could hear and see a fly fart miles away. ‘’Sit down we are waiting on you to eat.’’ My dad said to me, I just nodded my head and sat to eat. It has been a few days since I had eaten a meal, so I was looking forward to this. When my stepsister Sophia done a scream and spoke loudly. ‘’Is that blood all over you Elisabetta? How disgusting!’’ Ah ever the princess. She turned and started to whine to daddy, I got up and went to the kitchen to wash my hands. I didn’t realise from the wound I had, the blood was leaking down to my hand. I quickly washed my hands and cleaned the wound patching it up. Hoping this will shut her up. One thing Sophia had never learned and will one day get her killed was how the mafia worked. My dad was under the Italian Don, you needed to know how to kill or be killed. I was sent away as a year-old child and learned how to be a ghost, a hacker and a killer. My stepsister, came into the family later and was 4 when she arrived with her mother, being the delicate doll she is, she will be the one to be married off. All daughters of the mafia were married off to a partner picked out for them before they were even born. It helps to keep us strong and close to family. Thankfully I was not on that list of a contract no more. I got away with it as I am too dangerous to be married to and can upset the husband by being better at killing and not some weak housewife that had been trained to protect themselves with a gun and some self defence moves. I feel sorry for the one who will marry Sophia as she has done none of these trainings, believing the man and guards will keep her protected as she goes and shops for the latest fashion item. Soon when she gets married off, she will learn quickly how a mafia wife is supposed to act and their role in the home. With us Italians we do not divorce as it is against the law of God. The other thing that helped me was I was only half Italian, my mum was Irish, and I took after her a lot. I had her red hair and pale skin; I got my dad’s grey eyes. So, to be married would be bad as I would thin the blood line. Sophia and her mother Caterina were full blooded Italian. Good luck to the husband to be. I made my way back to the table sat and started to eat. I was not letting anyone ruin this meal for me. Thank you, Jesus, for this meal.