Over My Dead Body

meters away. My breathing steadied as I laid my eyes upon my target. Francesco De Luca, and he was aligned perfectly within my sight. He was an unpleasant-looking man, to say the

of the day: Heads

finger against the trigger lightly while pursing my lips. I waited for a few moments before I si

as his lifeless body plopped to the floor. His security detail rushed over to him,

led as my lips cu

ching into my pants pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. I hit the bottom of the box three times, before opening it and sliding one out. I lifted it to

Still humming, I quickly descended 5 flights of stairs while I puffed on my cigarette. Sire

o reality. Biting my cigarette, I dug throug

ill holding the cigar

are of?" The c

the p obnoxiously. I kn

at the safehouse." My f

soon." I stated

DE LU

ys preached, "timing is everything." And with what seemed to be hal

out and around the side of the building. I pressed my back against the warehouse's wall before I peeked my head out to evaluate the situati

se before jumping down onto the street below, listening to the chorus of rifles fill the air. I glanced back at

y to kill." I mumbled und

wards the all-black Cadillac before swinging the door open and sliding into th

to quickly drive away from the chaotic warehouse. Their eye

on towards the road, avoiding my menacing gaze. I brought my finger to my throat and felt my wa

me and raised my chin up to inspect the gash.

aused by that stup

otherfuck

y: to make sure I kill my target. It doesn't

en trying to kill the infamous Allegra Grey, and for ei

many know me as the most lethal and dangerous assassin in the Italian Mafia, t

as I let my frustration out on the window beside me, punching

sing the two men in the front to look at me

s stuck out of my skin, and I began to carefully pull the shards out as I beg

had ever felt. The best day of my life would be the day she st

d her to watch as her life crumbled around her. To make her suffer in inconceivable ways. I wanted Alleg