One Night Assassin

Chapter 5

|CHAPTER 5-I just can't|

"Five hundred and ninety six, five hundred ninety seven, five hundred and ninety eight. five hundred and ninety nine. Six hundred." I say as I finish counting the small tile blocks on the ceiling that I've already counted dozens of times. Letting out a sigh, I get up and try to open the door up again, but fail again with no surprise. Luckily, I ended up finding a small paper clip sized tool right after the man left, so I was able to free myself from the restraining handcuffs about an hour after he was gone. Since that stunt I pulled with the whole dagger incident, he has left for what I'd have to say was about 4 hours, and hasn't returned, not even for food. 

Taking a seat back on the bed, I just close my eyes before lying back down and beginning to imagine I'm anywhere but here. Honestly, this is what I deserve, this is what I get for putting myself out there and doing anything I want with no boundaries tying me down. It was my responsibility to keep myself in check. Not Veronica's, not some random persons at the clubs. Mine, and I'm paying the consequences for my actions now.

Before I know it, I hear a squeaking coming from the other side of the room. Jolting up, I see the man that kidn*pped me beginning to slowly make his way in the room. Seeing he has a plate with the breakfast he made earlier in his hands, I jolt up and almost attack him before grabbing the plate he had in one of his hands and sitting down while already beginning to shovel food in my mouth.

"Damn, I thought you were going to jump me for a second the way you were running at me." He says with a chuckle before standing in front of me with his arms crossed across his chest, only getting a scowl out of me in response before going back to shoving the eggs in my mouth. 

Looking up from my plate to a loud screeching sound, I see that the man is pulling up a small stool right in front of me on the bed and taking a seat on it. He then pulls his face centimeters apart from mine while doing nothing but smirking. I then stop chewing and take and audible gulping sound, swallowing the chewing food while doing so.

"Is there a reason you're just staring at me mystery man?" I say in a flat tone, having no emotion whatsoever shown in my voice. There was another long second of him just looking at me before he takes the pad of his thumb and wipes the corner of my mouth, the smirk still prominent on his frustratingly beautiful face.

"You had a bit of egg on the corner of your lips was all, fiore. Don't get all defensive quite yet." He says before pulling his face away from me and putting his hand to shake it.

"As I've told you before, names Adriano Russo, and I'd prefer it if you'd call me that. Especially since we'll be working along side with each other so much." He says as I set the plate down to shake his hand. Putting my small hand into his large and warm one, I stop the fluid motion of our hand shaking when I hear the last part of his words slip out.

"W-Work? Like me work with you?!" I say before letting out a small guffaw, making Adriano's smirk turn into a scowl.

"Yes, me work with you, Luna Petrov." He says before arching one of his finely manicured eyebrows, making my heart stop at what he just said.

"How-how do you know my full na-"

"Oh please, Luna. I know everything there is to know about you. Well, systematically anyways." He says, making me give him a quizzical stare.

"Age, place and time of birth. And most of all, your ancestors are from and what they were associated with. Which means I know, Luna." He says as if I wouldn't be surprised with him knowing those kinds of personal things about me. Like I've been caught with my f*****g hand in the cookie jar. For goodness sakes, I don't even know my ancestral background.

"Look crazy guy, I don't know what in the hell you are talking about, or what you think I know but I really don't. But if you don't let me go, I'm going to kill you and suffocate you with your own f*****g pillow while you're sleeping." I say as I try to sound strong. I honestly have no idea where this bravery side in me came from, because on the inside, I'm pissing my pants while wishing I could get away from this man who could probably kill me with his pinkie.

"Woah, such foul language for such an innocent doll. As much as a turn on feisty women are, I really like the innocent side of you a lot more. It really shows the true colors of who you are." He says while trying to piss me off. But with no luck, doesn't faze me since I know I'm innocent.

"Look assassin guy, I just want to go home. Why do you even need me here anyway?" I say while trying to keep my composure, in hopes that maybe if I show no fear whatsoever, he'll see that I am not as much as a pushover he thinks I am. He just gives me a confused look before uttering words that would change my life forever.

"Do you even know who your father is Luna?" And with that, I'm left there with my mouth partly agape at the mention of my father.

"W-What does my father have to do with this?" I ask genuinely confused onto what was going on, my voice starting to c***k out of fear and sorrow. The look of confusion on Adriano's face soon turned to disbelief in a matter of seconds.

"Figlio di una cagna, è sinceramente non lo so,"(Son of a b***h, you genuinely don't know.) He mutters out in rapid Italian as he runs his fingers through his long tousled black hair. 

"Okay, I have no clue onto what you just said Italian dude, but can you please just let me go home and we can act like we never met each other. I promise, I'll never tell anyone what I saw today, just please let me go." I practically plead as I start to get more scared that no amount of persuading will get this guy to release me, making him let out a deep breath in response.

"It's not my choice fiore. It's my bosses, and now that he knows who your father was, he needs you on this mission. Trust me, if it were up to me, I would let you free, because frankly I work better by myself." I begin to shake my head trying to get a good comprehension onto what is going on, but still nothing.

"You keep bringing my father into this, but you won't tell me what he has to do with me and why you are doing this." He has a moment of contemplation before finally standing up and beginning to pull me by my arm until we are out of the room and beginning to go somewhere else.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I keep stumbling on my feet, making him let out a small groan in frustration.

"Can you please stop asking question after question? It's seriously getting annoying." He says as we land back into the room that I first saw from earlier.

"Well maybe if I weren't being forced into stayi-" I start to say but quickly get shushed by Adriano before feeling a warm large hand over my mouth.

"Look, you see that man right there?" He ask while pointing at a picture of some man in a suit with a cheesy Cheshire grin on his face. With his hand still over my mouth I quickly nod my head.

"This man was working with the Russian Mafia, and he was the most well know drug cartel out there. He trafficked at least 20,000 kilos of cocaine and other drug substances a day. But the thing about him was no one, and I mean no one could assassinate him. He was too hard to get to for anyone to even lay a finger on him." He says, but I look at the picture closer and get even more confused at the fact it has Terminated written on it. He finally lets his hand off my mouth, making me immediately start to question him off the bat.

"Okay, besides the fact this has absolutely nothing to do with my father. If no one was able to kill him, why does it say terminated?" He gives me a cocky smile before arching his eyebrow.

"Ahh, a smart girl, I like it." He says before turning back to look at the picture, not helping a small smile to appear on my face.

"You see, this is where your father comes in play, we were not able to kill this man. And I mean we all tried, but still nothing. But when we couldn't get him, your father stepped in to help." He says making everything around me to begin to fade into a faint ringing sound.

"My-My father was an assassin?" I ask in almost a whisper, making Adriano to smirk at the picture before looking at me with the same look.

"The best in the business." He says in a nonchalant tone before turning his playful facial expressions into a serious one. 

"And that's why we need your help, Luna. Please, we've seen what your father could do, and we know with just a little help, you'd be able to do it too. You have Petrov blood in you." He says as he begins to hold my hands in his, making me give him an incredulous look.

"My father, h-he died when I was twelve, how?" I ask as I start to get teary-eyed, not even focusing on the words he just said. I feel like everything was a lie, that day my mom and came into my room crying saying my dad was killed in a car accident, it was a lie. Everything I was told my whole life as a kid, was a lie. 

"Your father had killed a lot of people in the past, which means he had a lot of people that wanted him dead. Once your father met your mom, he feel in love and retired from the whole assassin business, but that didn't mean his enemies did. So even if it were twelve years later, people were still looking for him, and they would kill him at any cost."

"How?" Is all I say, tears of frustration starting to flow down my face.

"He was getting in his car from making reservations at Coppie Amorose, and he was shot in his car." He says, making my hand go over my mouth to muffle the sob that was rising in my throat. Coppie Amorose was where my mom and my fathers first date took place, and that's where he ended up proposing to her, and apparently where he ended up dying.

H-How do you know all this?" I ask once I find the words to speak.

"I was your fathers best friend, we knew all about each other. So whenever he died, I was told by the leader the day it happened." He says, making my sadness turn into anger in a matter of seconds.

"You-you slept with me, even knowing the fact I'm your dead best friends daughter?!" I almost yell out as I pull my hands out of his grip. 

"Look, that wasn't the plan to sleep with you. It just led to that. My intentions were never to hurt you or your father, Luna. Just to get you onto agreeing to do this mission." He says trying to reason with me, but it just angers me more. 

"How old are you if you were my fathers friend?" I ask scared onto what his answer will be.

"I'm thirty-one, I got into the business at a young age, and me and your father were the best in it." He says making me a bit freaked at the fact I slept with someone with a ten year age difference, but relieved at the same time.

"Look, Luna." He says as he tries to hold my hands again, but I quickly pull away from his touch before he could fully get a grip. But with no hesitation, he roughly grabs me and pulls me by my upper arm before pulling me towards another wall filled with pictures.

"See those girls right there," he says before pointing at the pictures of beat women and girls.

"There are thousands of those girls young as twelve that are beaten, sexually abused and being forced to get hooked onto drugs all over the world. And that man," he says pointing at the same picture he showed me earlier. "Is one of the main traffickers." I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything, I just stood there in utter disbelief. I was about to argue but got cut off by words that would change my intentions completely.

"If not do it for the women, do it for your dad. He'd want you to do this, he'd want you to help these people. Do it for him, fiore." He says as he looks deep into my eyes and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"I..." I say as I was about to protest again. Looking at the women, I see their brutalized and beat faces, making me close my eyes in defeat before finally saying it.

"I'll do it." 

And at that same time, Adriano's phone begins to ring, making him swipe the screen before muttering something in rapid Italian to the man on the other side of the phone and ending the call.

"All in perfect timing, fiore. We're just about to have your first lesson of training." He says with a smirk, making my stern expression falter into a one of pure terror.