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Velencia Kade

I readjust my grip on the sniper I hold in my hands as I keep a watch on the dark roads, "done and in position," Ajax tells me and I hum through the com. Time to pay for taking it a step too far, Morana.

He's just finished placing nails on the road so we can take out the first guard filled cars that lead in front of the truck, I'll take out the truck itself and the other guard cars.

Leaving Ajax to assassinate the guards that survived the explosion, giving me the time to run down, he's down on the ground whereas I'm on the top of some building awaiting the signal from him telling me that the cars are approaching.

"Target approaching," Ajax almost whispers as the sounds of his gun's safety clicking off fill the silence, I aim my scope to the side where the cars should be approaching from.

Watching as three black jeeps drive right over the trap he set up, the tires pop and the second they're punctured I start shooting.

The corner of my lip tilts up the slightest bit as I shoot the gas tanks of the jeeps behind the truck, generating two loud explosions.

There were two cars that had been taken out by the nails and I just blew the last two up. Quickly I aim my sniper so that I can shoot a bullet right through the tires of the truck when it starts to move.

The men from the two cars upfront run out and I don't even worry about it when I see Ajax shooting them all, my one eye closes as the middle of my scope focuses on the head of the truck driver.

Maybe if it was someone else they would have spared him, my sister could have spared him. But when the cries of my four year old nephew echo in my mind my jaw locks.

All is fair in love and war

I pull the trigger, watching how he falls dead onto the steering wheel and the truck makes a loud honking noise. Birds fly out of the trees that surround us as I pull back off the ledge of the building.

Taking apart and stuffing all the pieces of the sniper into my black backpack, zipping up the bag and grabbing my two hand guns.

Shoving one in the waistband of my black jeans as I check the ammo of the other, I strap the backpack onto my back and pull my arms through the straps before running across the rooftop.

Pulling the door at the top of the roof open and then running down the stairs while I hear Ajax fighting and shooting through the com. "How is it looking?" I ask, taking off down the spiral staircase.

My eyebrows furrow when Ajax lets out a small laugh before grunting, "almost too easy to be true." I sigh at his words.

As much as I hate it, he is right.

This is Alessio we're stealing from, and not to mention that he's been planning this transport for such a long time. There has to be a backup plan if anything goes wrong.

I just hope that we can blow the truck before the backup plan gets here...

Especially seeing that the truck has millions worth of ammunition and guns loaded into it, not like I was going to steal it. I was going to blow the fuck out of it to show Morana that they're fully gone.

"Just keep a look out," I murmured, looking down the railing to see a few metres worth of the spiral staircase left.

Dad always did say to make the situation fun in any sort of way...

I grab the railing in my hands tightly before taking a deep breath and jumping right over it instead of running down all those stairs. I land on the ground with a grunt as a current runs up my legs.

Once I sprint out of the building I pull my hood back up over my head just for precautions, "truck is secured." He informs me.

My combat boots hit the grass and dried up mud as I ran through all the trees in the forest, taking the shortcut instead of going all the way around and wasting time. The sounds of branches and leaves being crushed under my shoes are the loudest thing I can hear above my panting.

When the headlights of the truck come into sight I only pick up the pace, making sure my hood is on my head as I step up onto the road with my gun held tightly in my hands.

I watch as Ajax reloads his gun with blood covering his hands, "you're right." I look around, keeping my guard up.

Something seems off, there is no way that all this was this fucking easy. He wouldn't make it this easy for us.

He shrugs one shoulder while looking around, but the second we hear a phone ringing our guns are in the air and our backs are pressed against each other's. What the hell?

"Clear on this side," he mutters, just as confused as I am and I clear my side too. Making sure I see no one.

But when the phone keeps ringing and as soon as I realise the sound is coming from inside the truck, I curse. "Cover me just in case," I tell him as I walk towards the truck.

The ringing has even stopped once but begins to ring another time, I grab the black handle and step onto the step bar of the truck.

Pulling the door open to see a fully empty truck, but a phone lays in the middle, ringing. My jaw locks at the thought of him knowing we were going to come for him.

I step into the truck and pick up the phone, accepting the call from the 'private number' and holding the phone to my ear as I look around the completely empty truck.

"How was that?" I recognise his voice immediately through the phone and I let out a shaky chuckle, that holds not an ounce of humour. Alessio fucking Morana.

I turn around and jump out of the truck, "I'm going to kill you," I grit my words out and tug at the hood while looking around.

"Like you did at the party? Sweetheart, I'm above you for a reason," he taunts me, provokes me. I didn't even know this man before, all I knew was that I'd have to kill him for my throne. But now, I hate him with every piece of me. I fucking despise him.

"I dare you to step in front of me and say that," I snapped at him and pointed for Ajax to stand down. He hesitantly tucks his gun away and looks at me with confusion.

"Didn't take you for one to make empty threats."

Oh that little motherfucker, stand in front of me and I'll show you how damn empty my threat was.

"I dare you," I whisper, daring him to step in front of me even once. My hand grips the phone tighter, "when I meet you, I'll make you hate me even more than you already do."

His words confuse me but I don't think much of it, just another brainless mafia don that punches and breaks things for a living. "This was supposed to stay between us, Morana, you crossed a line." I ignore his sentence as if he'd never said it.

He scoffs, after hurting a four year old to get to me he fucking scoffs at my words.

My hatred for this man just keeps on growing and growing, seems as if every word that leaves his mouth manages to piss me off even more. After being completely fooled by him and left angry, his words don't make this any better.

"If you want pity for something, you're looking in the wrong places." He says, his voice turning harder and colder by the second. Pity? He thinks I want him to pity me? If anything I want him to face me in person.

"Do yourself a favour, back down before I put a bullet through your head." Morana warns me as if I don't know what I'm stepping into, as if I have a choice where I can back out without risking my family. But now I don't even want to, I need to kill him, I need his blood covering me.

I bite down a bitter laugh, "Stop hiding behind your men and try touching me" before he could talk I brought the phone away from my ear and hung up. My hand holding the phone so hard my skin goes white due to pressure.

I take a deep breath to control my anger, "get the car ready," I tell Ajax and I'm thankful he doesn't question anything while running off behind us to start the car.

Arrogant, rude, mannerless, cocky and every other bad quality someone could have. Alessio Morana just happens to have them all, his words about him thinking I want pity echo in my mind.

Him telling me he's in number one for a reason replays in my head, his taunting and ignorance when I told him he crossed the line. Dammit he's pissing me off more than anyone has ever managed to do.

I let out a exhale, trying to compose myself but before I could help it my arm swung up into the air and I threw the phone against the road, "fuck" I groan, closing my eyes and running a hand through my hair as my hood falls off my head.

He pissed me off, he pissed off the Mistress of souls and now he's going to pay for it, for all of this.

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