" Remove your hands before I rip it off and beat you to death with it. " I grunted pulling a white robe over my shoulders.

I sat on the bed of my hotel room staring at the clothes that were scattered all over the floor. A pair of hands found their way to my waist when as I was about to get up to go to the bathroom. I snapped my head backward to face the stranger I had pulled out of the club last night.

" You didn't mind my hands on you last night. You know you love it when I touched you." the stranger chuckled.

Whatever his name was, was still a mystery to me and I had no intention to find out. This stranger was quite a handsome man with dirty blonde hair and body fit for a basketball player. His eyes were dark blue staring at me with desire as if he was asking for more of last night. But, too bad I only do one night stand. Guy liked him weren't supposed to stay longer than one night.

" Last night was a one time thing. " I rolled my eyes at the naked man.

" Get out of here before I come back if you still want your brain inside of your skull. Because, baby trust me I would blow it out. " I said standing up then headed into the bathroom.

My hands gripped on the marble counter top supporting my body weight as I leaned into the huge mirror in front of me. Staring back at me was the most dangerous woman in this country, the mafia princess and a personal killing machine of my father, the mobster boss.

My brunette hair almost as dark as my soul, it went down just above my waist reminding me that I might need a haircut soon. I stared into my own hazel eyes through the reflection, they were lifeless and dull, covered by dark circles underneath because I barely sleep. All I did at nights was out partying having one night stands or on a mission murdering people.

I despised sleeping because when I closed my eyes I revived the story of my life. My brain played each and every actions I had done showing me who I was, reminding me of the sinful things I had done and it kept me restless.

I stripped out of the hotel robe and got inside the shower. Hot water drizzled down my body making my muscles relaxed instantly. I stared at my naked body sighing, my eyes lingered on the multiple scars I had gotten over the past years. Every grey skin held a special place in my heart, they were my battle scars and I wore them with pride.

After half an hour of showering and scrubbing my body in the coconut scented soap, I decided to finally get out and got ready for the day. I walked back out into the room with a smirk on my face knowing that the stranger was far gone.

People around here were smart enough to not mess with me, they knew what I was capable of. They knew how I could kill anyone in cold blood with a smile on my lips and got away with it.

" Good morning, father. " I greeted into the phone while running my hand through the dress that I had people sent to me.

" Be here in thirty minutes, Anastasia. " he said before hanging up the phone.

The bond or relationship between me and my father was nonexistent. He was the mafia boss and I was his just another assassin in his mafia, his favorite personal killing machine. We were never liked those normal fathers and daughters who shared special bond, my father only talked to me or called when he needed someone dead.

I slipped onto the white sleeveless sundress and a black high heel boots before heading out of the room. I drove my favorite car, a white Mercedes G-wagon passing the speed limit wanting to get to his office as soon as possible not caring if I would get in trouble with the police.

I walked into the tall building far away from the crowded city. The building looked like it had been abandoned for years with broken walls and glasses, creating an illusion for the outsiders to stay away. The inside was something else despite its beaten up looks from the outside, my father had people built up high tech systems all over the place making it looked like I had just walked into the a spaceship.

People bowed their heads in respect at the sight of me walking into the building after all I was my father's only heiress and would take over the place someday in the future.

Little did they know I had never wanted to be a part of this pathetic excuse of a mafia.

I made my way into the two giant wooden doors of my father's office pushing it opened. And, there he was the almighty mafia boss, Damien sitting behind his desk with a cigar in his mouth and a stern looks on his face.

On his laps was my so called step mother, Rose Mary, a blonde bimbo with fake boobs that were too big for her own goods. Her face caked with make up and her hand rested on my father's crotch and chest pressed against his almost bald head.

I cringed at the sight before making my way toward the two of them with a blank expression on my face.

" To what do I owe this invitation to your personal throne room, father. " I asked taking the seat in front of the desk.

" Good morning, daughter dearest. " Rose Mary greeted with a fake smile.

I cocked an eyebrow at her before turning my head back to my father trying to ignore her presence and her whole existence on this earth. The woman was only nineteen years old making her four years younger than me. She was the typical blonde bitch people expected her to be with her fake personality in front of my father and her bitchy moves when father wasn't around. Rose Mary and I had never gotten along and I wasn't willing to change that.

" Don't ignore your mother, Anastasia. " my father said pouring red wine into his glass making the bitch smirked at me.

" Last time I checked my mother died twenty years ago. You killed her in front of my eyes. " I said leaning back to the chair with my arms wrapping around my chest.

" I married your father. So, technically I am now your mother. " Rose Mary said making me rolled my eyes.

" I would rather die into the surface of the earth before I start calling a high school kid my mother. " I scoffed making her screamed like a whale she was.

" And, why the hell are you fucking my fifty years old father instead of doing your homework again? " I asked furrowing my eyebrow at her.

The bitch was about to scream on top of her lungs again when I suddenly stood up and pointed my gun to her head, I narrowed my eyes at her daring her to let out another single whimper.

" Enough, Anastasia. Sit down and let's talk business. " my father said patting Rose Mary's back as she sobbed into his chest.

" Then fucking talk before I lost my mind because of your whore. " I grunted ruffling my hair in frustration.

" It is time for you to go to England. " he said and my heart stopped.

This one mission was what I was born to do. This cruel man I called my father had never wanted a child in his life although he specifically made me to do this.

I was born to complete this suicidal mission, I was made to kill people, hell I wasn't even a mistake he made and that would have made me feel slightly better about myself.

" What if I don't want to kill those people? " I asked earning a warning glare from him.

My father had never liked it when I disobeyed him or questioned his decision. He had made sure I would always be obedient and submissive to him. He did all kind of things to me since I was a kid just to make sure I would never go against him while molding me into the monster I was today in the process.

" You know why are you here on this earth for. I did not spent half of my life raising you and preparing you for this mission just for you to back out last minute. " he barked making me flinched away.

" You either do as I say or prepare for the consequences. And, your grandmother will also pay. " he growled making me flinched back at the mention of my grandma.

It was always liked this, him threatening to put me through his own version of hell and putting my grandmother's life on the line. He knew I would do anything to keep the only connection left to my mother safe.

" I will do as your request just tell me your reason behind all of these. " I sighed in surrender.

" I will tell you everything when you hand me their heads. " he said twirling his chair away.

The meeting was over and it was the end of this discussion. I was going to England whether coming back with a mission accomplished finally getting my freedom to get away from this mafia or died alone in the country.

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