Over My Dead Body

with the De Lucas and

s I grabbed my rifle bag and started running towards my other escape route. I was always well prep

I reached into my pocket and took out a pair of black gloves. Not wanting to leave any fingerprints, I slid the gloves onto my hands.

e I pushed off the wall and ran towa

New York's finest aiming their automatic weapons directly at me. I ducked as I contin

the tall, narrow window nearest to the fire escape. I lifted my right foot and used my momentum to kick the glass, shattering it instantly. I looked over to the left

escape and grabbed the rail. I pushed myself up and over the

ood up and turned the corner. Faint sounds of automatic rifles be

ck LaFerrari roar to life, making a large smile stretch across my face as I opened the driver's side door and slid into

et that was now drenched in blood, and evaluated the wound in the rear-view mirror. It was deep and jagged

Would Like to Die." I took off my white tank top, exposing my black lace bra, and wrapped it around my arm to slow dow

ute in case I was being followed. As the street lights passed by me in a blur, I felt blood drip d

erfuckin

nly failed mission. We'd been out to kill each other for eight years. And for eight fu

est assassin". The Italian Mafia wasn't our only rival, bu

Ace's great great grandfather. (A lot of greats, I know.) Since then, it'd been nothing but bloodshed between our two families. Wives, uncles, child

would kill that annoying prick. I wanted to make sure his death was so agonizingl

through me as I neared the safehouse. I pulled into the isolated street and made my way through the lush forest surrounding me.

scanned my fingerprint, and watched a

keep his eyes off my exposed chest. I acknowledged h

ly long code my father insisted on having. He changed it every wee

n front of the garage. I walked out, and threw my leather jacket over my shoulders before locking

ual bustle that accompanied the mansion vanished, leaving only the sounds of my boots hitting the marble floor to pierce the tensio

uckers," I tho

pple from the counter. As I was about to take a bite from my apple, I paused mid bite, feeling a presenc

body, I'd recommend turning the fuck around." I

tention to different areas of the room. I felt satisfacti

tiple wings within our mansion, all obnoxiously large. Walking from the kitchen, whic

I barged in without knocking, caus

puffing on an expensive cigar in his equally expensive suit. I glanced over to see

ck did I ju

lked to a cabinet. I swung it open, and grabbed an emergency med

uickly covered his eyes, mumbling a curs

ade him look exotic. His black hair was always styled in a long crew cut. My father always tried to be clean shaved, yet he always had a five-o-clock shadow adorni

e house wearing THAT?!" My mother screeched in anger. I glanced

woman that was naturally beautiful, and only wore makeup for special occasions. My mother had never taken a liking to fighting and was delicate. But what she lacked in muscle, she made u

ed towards my arm. The blood had now completely soaked through the white fabric of my shirt, causing blood to drip do

ers that came with it. She never approved of the lifestyle I'd chosen,

form that would help me survive the dangers that came with this lifestyle. My rigorous training ended when I turned eighteen, and my parents gave me the option of having a semi-nor

rder by none other than Xavier Grey, my father. He swore her into Omertà, and it's been happily ever after

t their businesses, the Mafia, or their financial success. It was their relationship. E

useating,

smile as I took out all the necessary equipment to

d. It burned like hell, but I showed no emotion

until my father awkwa

ng to talk to you." He sta

at my arm as I pressed the needle int

tiously. I could tell he was treading carefully, picking

s failing

t hated the formalities. Every year, the leader of the Mexican Mafia threw