[COMPLETE] [MATURE CONTENT] [MAFIA BOOK]
Just like the astronomical event she's named after, Nova is one of a kind. Since the age of 6 she's trained to be what she is now: a fighter and of that , a very good one. But now she's stuck working for her...
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Fuck. I lost it. I hate that. I hate that I lost it, they would off probably had cameras there and now my face and I are compromised which, I know sounds like spy language but in this business it's so important to have no one know your face, it's the reason I can kill so easy. I snapped back to reality to find myself still in the club.
Once it was pretty fucking obvious that the guy was dead as a dagger was sticking out his massive forehead and three bullet holes were in his chest, I shot the camera's in the four corners of the now panicking room, the footage was going to be backed up onto a hard drive so there's no point but I may as well try.
I'm so pissed I could punch the fucking wall but not only would that probably hurt, it's pointless and it wont do or solve anything so instead I look down at the floor, trying to make sure no one can see the main details of my face.
I look for a back exit so I won't have to go through the line of people out front, I located it and made my way over. I pass these two men who weirdly aren't afraid when I walk past as they just stare and follow my walk.
I step out the back and as my face hits the cold, fresh air I sigh and cuss quietly under my breath for being stupid.
See, I take great pride in my work and when I mess up I don't forgive myself easily. My talent and skill for killing is what is keeping me alive if I wasn't so good at my job, my father would no doubt kill me without a second thought and if I tried to run away he would locate me and with the same conclusion, kill me without a second thought.
And even if I could run away, I wouldn't, Running away from a fight is pathetic in my opinion and I love doing what I do and for sure couldn't carry on doing it if I ran away.
I kill to keep alive, when you think about it it's kind of ironic. I poorly convince myself that the main part of the job (killing him) is complete and that it's going to be okay as I get into the car again and drive off. This time in silence.
I finally get home make my way to my room get changed and get into bed but the only thing in my mind is the question of
