If He's As Bad As They Say, Guess I'm Cursed

Met me Down on the Boulevard

Music: How to disappear🥀, Lana Del Rey

Lorelei spent years becoming the perfect assassin.
She took job after job back to back, never stopping to take a breath.

It felt like she wasn't alive at all, but just moving through familiar motions on repeat.
She never gave herself enough time to really dwell on her feelings though, which was typical of her.

And when she did get close to feeling something real, she'd drink, smoke, and snort it away.
It wasn't a pleasant way of being.

That however, was irrelevant in her mind.

By now she was around 27, and very well known in the assassin industry.
For better or for worse the nickname she'd earned herself as, "The Widow" had become a household name among clients and agencies.

If you needed a cheating husband or a shitty boyfriend taken care of, she was first on the list of numbers to call.

But all the success meant nothing really.
The money was good, but compared to her ultimate goal, all of it paled in comparison.

She'd spent years doing research on him, and she managed to find out his real name, Duncan Vizla.
Born in Albania, orphaned at the age of 7. He started his career with the Russian mob at 19, doing assassin jobs on the side.

Eventually he was recognized for his talents, and invited to one of the top assassin agencies, that was where he found international success in the industry.

Mr Vizla had a few houses around the world.
Which was to be expected, considering his worth was over 8 figures.

Despite the information she'd gathered his location remained unknown, no phones could ever be traced to him. And all of his residences seemed unoccupied.

She was finding it hard to hold onto hope, she just couldn't find any leads on his whereabouts.

It was eating away at her, she'd never coped well with disappointment.
Maybe she'd have to just try and move on, as unthinkable as it seemed to her.

That was all until she came across a random stroke of luck.
One that catapulted her back into the game.

On a random Wednesday night she found herself in a hole in the wall bar somewhere in Istanbul. She was taking a short break after another tiring day of work.
But that never seemed to last long.
She tended to get bored.
Her phone rang, her boss was calling.
Thank God.

Apparently there was a big job in Greece. Some anonymous Mafia family was looking to take out a rival, by the name of Nicholas Angellini.

Familiar, she'd definitely heard that name before.
Doing more research on him she found out he had a decent amount of influence in the Italian mob.
Extremely dangerous man, and he'd surely have guards.
However, that didn't worry her, she'd just need to be well prepared.

Before leaving the bar to begin planning, she heard a familiar name whispered from the table next to her.

A tall stately woman and a short funny looking man were discussing something, when she heard the name "Duncan Vizla."

Immediately she began listening more intently.
The people having the discussion seemed tense, like they were arguing about something.

"We need him for this one. I know you don't like his prices, but we've already lost two agents.
It isn't worth it to give them more roadkill."
The stately woman said.

"Vizla increases his rates every time we ask for him. I'm tired of paying for his arrogance."
The little man whined.

The woman shook her head annoyed with him.
"Well we need him for the Angellini job, whether you like it or not."
She concluded.

As soon as Lorelei heard that her spirits were lit afire.

This could be her only chance to avenge her parents, and kill the man who'd turned her entire life to ash.

End that chapter for good, learn to live again.
It's all she'd ever truly wanted for as long as she could remember.

She'd go to any length to finish the job.
No matter the cost, there was no amount of blood she could spill that would discourage her.
Innocent or otherwise...

That night she booked an early flight to Greece, arriving a day later.

It was now or never, she knew very well another opportunity like this wouldn't fall into her lap again.

(AN: Short ass chapter my bad G's. Next one will be a lot more interesting.)