I looked over at my buzzing phone to see that Nadia was calling me. I hadn't spoken to her really since I left, and I think she was upset by me quitting. I didn't really care if she was angry, but I had been wondering about what she had been doing.

"Hello Savannah, are you alone?" she asked.

"I am," I replied, "how can I help?"

"I know you no longer work for me, but there is a job available, I need you for it. I can always wait, but if you are bored over there, this one is available... you are the only one who can do it."

"Where is it?"

"Bosnia, it is an ex-assassin from a partner company over there, who has been threatening them. They cannot send anyone right now as every single one is in hiding, away from this man. He is good Savannah, really good, and they are worried. They asked us if we would, as a favour."

"Is he better than me?"

"Impossible, but he is close, and you need to be at the top of your game."

"Name?"

"Kasim Hasic. Don't underestimate him, an entire company of assassins, really good assassins, are hiding scared of him, he is a pro. I have every trust in you, but do not underestimate him."

"I'll get it done."

"Maybe after you can visit London. I would like to go for afternoon tea with you."

"I'll fly straight to London from Bosnia." We said out goodbyes and I hung up the phone. Time to fucking train.

"DIMITRI! SANDRINO!! ANY RUSSO IN THIS HOUSE!! HELP!!" I yelled through the house. I was in the kitchen, alone, and there was no chef, and no frozen meals. I needed protein to build muscle, to train, but I still couldn't cook. About two minutes after I had called, Dimitri, Fabricio, Dino, Rico and the twins ran into the room.

"What's going on?" asked Dino.

"Where is the chef?" I asked.

"You called us down here to ask where the chef is? They're on their day off! It's Wednesday!" angrily spoke Fabricio.

"I have a short job, in Bosnia, an assassin threatening assassins, all very complex, I need to train, I need to build muscle, I need protein."

"Wait, a job in Bosnia?" asked Mateo.

"Yes, I am a head of cybersecurity here, and a contract killer on the side still. I am doing it as a favour to a friend. The assassin is really good, and I am the only one who could kill him."

"Fine," said Fabricio, bluntly, he looked a little annoyed, but what did he expect? Me to just sit in this house typing on a computer all day? Not going to happen. "There's meat in the fridge, cook something."

"There is one issue... I can't cook." Everyone in the room burst out laughing.

"Here I was thinking you could do everything!" laughed Dimitri. Romeo and Mateo laughed the loudest, stupid idiots.

"There has to be a balance in the universe. I'm good at so much stuff, there has to be a downfall. I guess there's no balance if you are crap at everything, like you lot, to make you good at something though, huh?" Mateo and Romeo kept laughing at me and I was getting irritated.

"Surely you can cook something, anyone can cook," stated Fabricio.

"San, did you just quote Ratatouille?" asked Rico.

"Fuck off."

"What's Ratatouille?" I asked.

"Just a Disney film," replied Dino.

"I've never seen a Disney film, or any films really, I don't have time," I stated. They all looked at me gobsmacked and very confused.

"Never seen a film? A single film?" asked the twins.

"I don't wish to explain. Can someone please just cook me some chicken and rice, or call the chef to cook, or something, please."

"Fine," said Fabricio, "everyone leave." They all left the room, still chuckling to themselves.

He decided to try and teach me to cook, very futile, but I allowed him to at least try, maybe this time I would be able to. The meal he decided on was Spaghetti Bolognese because he said it was 'easy', we'll see about that. It was riddled with errors from the start. I was trying to chop onions and sliced my finger, which he had to plaster up.

"For a literal assassin, who can throw knives from metres and metres away, directly in the eye, how are you so crap at chopping onions?!" laughed Fabricio.

"I have a curse! I have a cooking curse, nothing ever works. I have tried a million times, I have gone to so many cooking classes, and if anything, I get worse!" this only made him laugh more.

I dropped the tin of tomatoes three times when trying to open it, and Fabri had to take it off me and do it himself. I squirted tomato puree all down my jumper, and had to change. Then I put in way too much salt because the lid fell off as I shook it in. The beef basically went everywhere, and everything was a complete mess. It only got worse though, Fabri's phone started ringing and he said he had to take it. I practically begged him to stay as I did not want to be left alone with the food.

"All you have to do is stir Sav, just stir," he said laughing as he left the room to take the call. I stood there, doing exactly as he asked, stirring. The icing on the cake was when it lit on fire. Fabri came running into the room, hearing the fire alarm beeping and going crazy, and everyone else in the entire family came down to see what was going on, Loretta and Donna included, as they watched Fabri use the fire extinguisher on the Bolognese, pouring foam all over it, as I sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, holding my head with my hands.

"I told you I couldn't cook!" I defensively said.

"How do you burn Bolognese?! There is so much liquid in it, it shouldn't be able to catch on fire!" Fabricio half shouted, half laughed.

"I have a cooking curse!!" I protested. I a was literal laughingstock for the rest of the day. Fabri said he didn't have time to start from scratch, or the energy, and he ordered me some food.

I trained and trained, and I trained some more. I ran a 5k in the morning and one in the afternoon, I worked out for three hours each day, weights, abs, arms, legs, back, chest, every muscle you could work out, I did. I boxed with the punching bag, practicing each of my punches and kicks. Then I would practice my gymnastics on the garden in the evenings. I got quite an audience, who stood on the patio, watching me down below doing all my flips and handsprings and tricks.

The evening before my flight, which was the next morning, I sat in the lounge, reading a book, and Loretta came in. Of all the people in the house, I had spoken to her least. She was the youngest member of the Russo's at seventeen, seven years younger than I was, and she was quite reserved. She had beautiful, silky, long brown hair that reached her waist, often forming a sort of cape around her body, and tanned skin, with the classic piercing green eyes that all of the Russo's had.

"Hey Sav," she sat next to me. I put my book down and turned to face her.

"Hi Loretta, you okay?" I asked.

"I know you are going on a hard job tomorrow; I just want you to be safe. You don't realise the positive impact you are having on all aspects of my family right now, and we appreciate you so much. You make all of the men chuckle, but also watch you in awe, and you inspire everyone to be better, you helped us gain a huge ally that has been amazing for the business, and you are a huge badass, I know we haven't spoken much, I am quite anxious around new people, but I was hoping once you got back we could hang out some more?"

I didn't really know what to say; I don't do feelings. I am simply doing the job I am being paid to do, and I can't help that I make people chuckle, or inspire people to be better that I am so damn awesome, I appreciated the comment about me being a badass though. But I have come to learn during my stay here, and being around so many people with so many dumb emotions, that here Loretta was, saying a lot of deep, personal things, and she talked about being anxious, and I had to craft my response nicely. Look at me, caring about other people's feelings, I call that growth, kind of stupid still, but not too awful.

"Thanks, I appreciate that," I am so good at this, "and yes, it would be nice to 'hang out'." Give me an Oscar, someone!!

"I was wondering if you could train me, teach me how to fight. I feel useless in the family; I am not a man, and the mafia can be very sexist, but they never think of you as a 'woman'; you could beat them all in a fight with your eyes closed. I don't want to just marry one of the capos or their sons or brothers and sit at home like many of the other mafia wives. I want to be a badass, like you." Well, well, well, this made me like Loretta. Previously I did see her as a bit of a liability, she didn't really do much, I mean she is seventeen, but when I was seventeen I had killed more people that I could count, I could speak three languages and I could hack into most of the banks in the world. Now, hearing how she wants to learn, I like her. No one is born a pro-fighter, but those who want to learn, no matter how old they are or how unfit they are, if they put in the effort, I do appreciate someone who tries. I appreciated her for this.

"I would love to," I replied. This time, I wasn't even acting. I genuinely would love to train her.

"Thank you so much. Stay safe Sav." She got up and left the room.

Just before I left the house the next morning, I had to say goodbye to Donna and Loretta, who were stood by the door. They both gave me a big hug, and Donna kissed me on the forehead. A chauffeur drove me to the airport, and it wasn't long before I was in Bosnia.