Giovanni Furfaro was indeed hard to find. All I had was his name and a blurred photo of his face. But I am Savannah motherfucking Trufanov, and I will find this man. I said it would take me within the hour, but this guy was good, better than I expected considering the stupidity of Fabri and his men. It was 4am, and I had been doing this for six hours, non-stop. The door knocked and in came my fourth order of room service, luckily for me, with a whole load of coffee. I drank the black coffee like water, and continued. Half an hour later I found him. I fucking found that bitch. He was in a small village that was two and a half hours outside of Rome. Time for a roadtrip. I left most of my stuff in my hotel, but brought my handgun, three knives, a set of throwing stars and my nun-chucks. I reached the warehouse he was hiding in, next to a picturesque Italian village. After surveying the area, I noticed there were six men plus the target, and if I wanted to get the target, cut the targets head of an potentially steal some of the cocaine, I would have to kill all of them. Oh well, water off a duck's back. The two outside were the easiest, I shot them both in the middle of the eyes, it alerted no one though because I had a silencer on my gun. I opened the pedestrian door to the giant warehouse, and killed three of the men with throwing stars. One left, then the target. Suddenly, I felt a heavy blow to the side of my head, it felt like a bat. I turned around to see a large burly man, who thought that hitting me, the Thorned Rose assassin on the head was a great idea.

"Bad move buddy," I said calmly, as I launched at him. I did a spinning kick, hitting him straight in the face, with probably three times the force that bat did to me, and a hundred times the pain as pain is nothing to me. He grabbed his face in pain, screaming many Italian profanities, and I understood every single one of them. Even though I had a gun, three knives and a selection of throwing stars, and this guy would be dead already, I decided to use my nun-chucks. I love hand to hand, or hand to non-chuck combat. I span my nun-chucks around my head and twizzled them in all sorts of fancy ways, before smacking his straight in the face. I was bored. I dropped the nun-chucks and fought him with my hands. I dodge every single one of his punches and landed many of my own. I was bored. I handed him my knife to fight against me, he was confused, but didn't care. I dodge every single jab, dismantled the knife from him, and stabbed him directly in the heart. I turned around and saw Giovanni Furfaro staring at me.

"You are a true masterpiece, who are you?" he asked, not giving a shit that I had killed every single one of his men. I didn't reply.

"You are the Thorned Rose aren't you?" I still didn't reply, I pulled out one of my throwing stars and it landed in his eye. I threw another, which landed in his heart. I walked over to the dead man, grabbed a serrated knife from its holder in my belt, and cut off the man's head. I ran up to the CCTV room, downloaded the footage onto a memory stick, but I didn't need to erase it; my head and face was completely covered, except for my eyes, you couldn't even tell the colour of my hair. I grabbed Giovanni's head by his hair, after pinning a white rose to his shirt on his headless body, for whoever found it to know it was me, and grabbed a bag, putting the head in it. I grabbed and put in bags as much cocaine as I could and left, knowing the place would be swarmed by more of Giovanni's men. I decided to leave a little note for them. It read:

'I got bored, you were a convenient, easy target, no hard feelings. TR.'

For some reason, I didn't want any repercussions on Fabricio and his family, I wanted to keep messing with him! I packed the bags of cocaine and my target's head into my car, and drove to Fabricio's house. It was so easy to get through his pedestrian gate again, but this time I went through the one that went straight into the forest. I arranged the bags of cocaine around the silver platter with a silver cover over that I had transferred Giovanni's head to. I laid his head on a bed of white roses, and attached to one of the roses was the memory stick of the CCTV footage of me fighting the burly man, then killing and chopping my target's head off.

From my car I sent a message to the TV in the main living room, where a whole group of boys (who I now know as Romeo and Mateo Russo, Fabricio's twin brothers, Dimitri, Fabricio's best friend and right-hand man and Rico, his cousin) sat and played video games. There were also two women, Loretta and Donna, the former being Fabricio's sister, and the latter being his mother. My message popped up on the screen, and I watched their reaction from the CCTV. The message read: 'You want Giovanni Furfaro?'.

"What the fuck?" said one of the twins.

"She's bloody hacked us again!" protested Mateo. Well, they know I am a woman, at least.

"What does she mean by that message?" asked Loretta.

"It means what it bloody says idiot," spoke Romeo. Fabricio just sat still, staring into the CCTV camera I was watching him from.

"Yes," he hissed, "I fucking want him."

I sent another note: 'Why don't you go and check your forest. Yours, TR x'

They ran as fast as their legs would take them, and got every single guard to scour the forest. It was a big forest, so it took them about half an hour to find the exact place. I watched them from the CCTV, eating popcorn slowly.

"Do you think it's a trap?" asked Mateo.

"You, check the bags," commanded Fabri, pointing at one of his soldiers. He unzipped the bag and pulled out a bag of cocaine.

"Sir... its cocaine?"

"What is she playing at... Open the silver platter." The soldier did so, and they all gasped as they saw the severed head of Giovanni Furfaro, one of my throwing stars still lodged into his eye, on a bed of roses.

"What's that, attached to one of the roses?" asked Romeo.

"Looks like a hard drive sirs."

"Probably full of some virus," muttered Fabricio. Does he not realise if I wanted him dead, he would be dead, if I wanted to infect his computer with a virus, I could do it right now, sat in my bed with the click of a button.

"If she wanted to infect us with a virus, she would have already," said Dimitri. Clever man.

"Sir, there is a note."

"Read it," commanded Fabricio.

"It says: 'The head of an enemy on a silver platter, you owe me now. I didn't know how much forty kilograms was, if it is less than, deal with it, if it is more than, you owe me twice. Yours, TR x'".

"This girl is a fucking badass," said Loretta.

"This is about two-hundred kilograms of cocaine, what the fuck... I want to see what's on this hard-drive, now."

They all gathered in the lounge as they hooked up the hard-drive to a computer and then mirrored it onto the big TV screen. This part was completely unnecessary, but I think they deserved to see me in action, and I wanted them to be scared. The video started just as I came in through the warehouse door and shot and killed three people.

"Fuck, she's a good shot," said Mateo.

"Of course she is a good shot, she's a fucking assassin!" shouted Loretta. When I got banged on the head they laughed, but it was wiped off their faces when I clearly didn't feel anything.

"She has a gun, why doesn't she just shoot him?" asked Dimitri. They watched as I skilfully used my nun-chucks, and then drop them.

"What the fuck, she's going hand-to-hand combat with this man?" questioned Romeo. Yes, yes I was.

"That kick was fucking sick," remarked Loretta.

"She just handed the guy a bloody knife!" yelled Mateo, "what's wrong with her?!" He was silenced by Fabricio. Once I had taken the knife back off my attacker, and stabbed him in the face, they watched as I turned and saw Giovanni.

"You are a true masterpiece, who are you?" said Giovanni on the recording.

"You are the Thorned Rose aren't you?"

"Yes of course she fucking is!" yelled Rico, the first time I had heard him speak yet.

"Damn that aim with the throwing stars," added Donna.

Many of them turned away as I cut off the head of Giovanni, pussies. Fabricio just watched intently.

"She is literally packing as much cocaine as she can carry..." chimed in Rico, again.

The video ended, and I watched as they all sat, stunned at the events of tonight.

I turned off my computer and went to sleep.