Adrenaline rushed through my vein as excitement clouded my mind and soul. I stood in the middle of the walk in closet bare naked looking at my reflection on the huge mirror, with a huge grin on my face.

Nick called an hour ago when I was polishing the guns and daggers, drinking wine with Mrs Salvatore.

The bastard had finally decided to treat me liked his other minions and I couldn't blame him since I had been receiving special treatments.

I was assigned on my first mission for the first time since I joined their mafia. I hadn't been on any murdering mission in weeks getting lost in the experience of having a family. It was finally time to get back to being an assassin and I couldn't say I missed it.

My lips were painted a dark shade of red, face bared without an once of make up just because worrying about smudging my mascara would be the last thing on my mind while I was out killing people. I curled the end of my hair and let it fell loosely to my back. The chain with an pendant glistening around my neck as I pulled a huge black coat over my shoulders covering my naked body. Taking a black belt from the counter, I fastened it around my waist before buttoning a few buttons on my coat.

" Are you sure you're not going to wear anything underneath that coat? " Cora asked looking at me bewildered.

" A hundred percent sure, Coco. " I chuckled at my new found friend.

She and I bonded over the fact that we both were orphans without family, or what I made her believed but to my defense my father was never there, and my mother died so I was basically an orphan. Our friendship bloomed from there and it felt great to finally have normal friend.

Cora had been a great help these past weeks feeding me information about the Salvatore's from the years she spent with them. It was safe to say that the family did a great job not mixing their mafia business within their household so Cora knew almost nothing about what was going on.

Although she did mention there was rarely any attack at the estate because only the big rivals dared to start a war, the only families which the Don told and warned all the maids about.

And, none of those included my father's. I was starting to think it was a one sided hatred.

Slipping into a pair of black Prada killer heels, putting a pair of sunglasses over my eye, and a dagger strapped to my inner thigh hidden under the coat, I was ready for my tonight victim's funeral.

" Mr Ryan is waiting for you downstairs. Good luck, Stass. " Cora said smiling. I nodded my head.

" I can't believe my brother sent you on this stupid mission. We were supposed to have sleepover tonight. " Bella's groan made its way to my ears.

This girl had managed to create a soft spot on me. We had been spending so much time together lately despite how she was all cold and bitchy toward me a month ago.

" He better start treating me like his minion before I get lazy and lost in this luxury he's throwing at me. " I joked earning an unimpressed expression from the young girl.

Ironic how I came here to kill under my father's command and now here I was killing for the people I was supposed to kill.

" We are friend. You're family, Stass. Not his minions. " Bella said pulling me into a sudden hug.

These things were still fresh to me. The hugs and affections of a family, things that these people introduced me to everyday. I was falling deeper into a dark hole and I never wanted to get out.

In moments like these, I wished I was just Anastasia Rayne, the girl I introduced to them not my father's daughter not the heiress who was on a mission to kill their whole family.

" I will be fine, Bella. Been doing this since I was three remember? " I smiled pulling away.

I stood at the entrance of owned by the one and only Brandon King. His son, Ryan guided me through their private door while describing my target to me. William Johnson, twenty nine years old drug lord and the leader of rat gang.

" This is my cue to leave. He's in one of the booths. Good luck. " Ryan said before walking off without saying another words. Charming.

Rolling my eyes at his back, I walked to the bar to get a drinks. It was like my working day all over again. People gave me a mission and then left me to die without a care in the world as if I was some immortal who wasn't capable of dying.

Time to get back to my reality, I guess.

Nick had been hiding me inside his safe castle for so long, I almost forgot what I was born to be and I really was to him and his family.

" Scotch on the rock. " I muttered to the bartender.

" Rough night? " a deep voice said beside me.

I snapped my head to the source and there he was, my prey for tonight walking into hell setting his own death. He had no idea that he just offered himself on a silver plate to the devil.

The guy was at least six feet two standing tall in his tucked turtle neck shirt under a black leather jacket and skinny jeans. His dirty blonde hair shined against the colorful light of the night club, eyes as blue as the ocean, tattoos peaking out of the title neck and his hands.

Holy shits. He was hot all right.

But not as hot as Nick.

" Do I know you? " I asked knowing very well who the guy was.

" Ouch. I'm hurt. I thought we have some chemistry together on that hot night devouring each other. You're a goddess in bed, Stassie Rayne. " he said smirking. Oh.

So, I tapped the hot stuff before and I didn't even remember it. I was a proud shameless slut all right. I never intended to remember who I slept which because when I had a one night stand, it was supposed to stay one night not meeting each other again in a damn club.

" Mind reviving my memory, mr hot one night stand? " I said looking at him through my best doe eyes, lips forming into a small smile and hands on his broad chest.

" Let's start with my name just so you know which name to scream out later. " he smirked pulling me to him by my waist.

" The name is William, baby. " he said with a proud smile. Oh I know.

Unlucky for him I wouldn't be the one to scream out name tonight, it would be the other way round when I slit into his throat tearing it out.

Leading the drunk horny motherfucker into the private room Ryan had prepared was like peeling a banana. I didn't even have to try. He came with me willingly without any hesitation which was boring as hell. I was expecting more challenges from the enemy of the mighty Nicholas Salvatore.

His mouth ran up and down my neck putting sloppy kisses here and there as his hands trailing on my body under the coat. I felt as if I wanted to puke which was a first because I always enjoy having my fun first before killing men like him but tonight someone else clouded my head.

" Mm. So, are you ready to go to hell, baby? " I said as he pressed me against the wall still attacking my neck liked some hungry vampires.

" You're a walking sin and a sex on legs, Stassie Rayne. Do your worst, take me to your hell. " he groaned sucking my skin, his hands unbuttoning my coat revealing my naked chest.

Home boy got the wrong idea. Suck to be him.

I pushed him to the nearest couch before straddling on him, my exposed legs wrapped around his waist while my fingers trailed slowly down his toned body teasing him. He closed his eyes throwing his head back the moment my hand was on his hardened member and that was when I knew he was under my mercy.

A wicked smile formed on my lips as my free hand found the blade I strapped to my inner thigh. Too bad he couldn't find it, now it was gonna be the reason he died.

I kept stroking his member making his breath getting heavier every passing second. I unzipped his jean and the thing sprung to life.

" Work your magic, baby. " he groaned, eyes still closed.

" Oh, I will. You sit back and enjoy, my love. " I smirked licking the sharp blade with my tongue.

His eyes went wide and his ear bleeding scream filled the room as I chopped his thing off with one slide. Did I mention I love my blade extra sharp?

" What the fuck are you doing? " he cried out in pain.

" Shouldn't have messed with the devil's spawn. Nicholas Salvatore sent his regards. " I said making his eyes widened in fear.

" I-I will never cross him again. I swear I will give all his money back by tomorrow. " he whimpered making me rolled my eyes.

The thing was, I was an assassin which meant I did what I was told do and Nick told me to kill him not to be the fucking messenger.

" I know Damien. I know what are you doing here. Your father and mine are great friend, Stass. We're allies so spare me, please. " he choked.

Fuck. Now, I really needed to kill this guy. If someone found out about me being my father's daughter I was as good as a dead meat. Why didn't I think this through, William Johnson, son of Joseph Johnson the one and only close friend of my father.

Every passing days I spent here my grave dug deeper by itself when my real self caught up to me. I needed to find out what I planned to know fast before I got killed by the people who called me their family, the people who I started to care about.

" You said to take you to my hell. Your wish is my command, baby. " I grunted shoving his dick into his mouth.

" Suck it or I will slit your throat. " I said cocking an eyebrow at him.

And just liked that he followed my command liked a little bitch he was. I watched him suck his own dick until I saw tears coming out of his eyes before I put him out of his misery by tearing his throat opened.

" Fuck. " I cursed under my breath as his blood shot in every directions. He was lucky I wore black or I would have chopped his corpse if he stained my clothes.

Walking out of the bloody scene i hissed under my breath while I adjusted my coat putting it back in place. In front of the door stood Ryan King waiting for me with a blank expression on his face.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes met mine. It was unreadable and that scared me. Did he hear what happened in there? If he did, I was a goner.

" I got it from here. Nico and Matteo are waiting for you outside. " Ryan stared at the scene in front of him not meeting my eyes as I heaved out a sigh in relief.

For the first time in years, I was praying. I prayed that the boy didn't hear a thing about my father although William didn't say a name, he must have been suspicious and keen to find out who was my father. My efforts of making them believe I was an orphan would burn into ashes.

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