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Alexia Skylar Hale

To be honest, killing was easy for me. Showing no emotions and killing them, the enemies. Here i go again, killing for my father. Its my job as li fantasma or as in english, “The ghost,” but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course.

My father is Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company. We're the second most well known family because of our company. The mafia shit is private. And for the mafia as well, we're second. And i have no issue with that at all. Matter of fact, neither does my father.

The first most well known family is the De Santis. Most people don't know it but they're also in the mafia. And of course, they're first. Their leader, Ace De Santis is 22 and rumors has it, he is fucking awesome at his job. People are scared of him. I, however, most people think im a damn myth. Not that i care, people believe what they want. The leader of the Italian mafia is Ace while my father is the leader of the American mafia. We are allies... Sort of.

"ALEXIA SKYLAR HALE. FOCUS.", My father yelled through the ear piece

"Chill. I got eyes on them. Waiting for your orders, dad.", I replied as I laid flat on my stomach, aiming a man. That man is no Angel, trust me. He killed thousands and each time he gets away with it. But this time, he fucked up. Bad. He stole from my father. Well, people who steals from him hardly lives and I get to be the one responsible for their deaths. It's quite honourable, really.

"He is leaving. SHOOT. NOW." He said as I shot the man. The bullet went directly for his head.

"Good job."

"Well. I'm good at what I do."

"Get out of there, Now. His bodyguards saw you. They're coming." He said as I noticed a few bodyguards coming towards me.

"Shit." I breathed out as I quickly packed my gun and started running towards my car when one of them grabbed my arm.

"Don't you know it's really really not kind to touch a woman without her permission?" I stated to that bodyguard and kicked him in this balls earning a scream of pain from him.

"Fuck woman." He hissed earning a smile from me.

I seized the opportunity to get into my car as several guns were aimed at me. They started shooting but I managed to get out of there. Although one bullet managed to hit me in the shoulder.

"Fuck." I drove faster.

"Alexia, you good? Are you hurt?", My dad asked worriedly.

"I got shot but I'm good. I'm coming home."

"Hurry up." He said as I drove faster

After 15 minutes, I reached the house. My house was pretty big actually. My mother never really liked all these Mafia things but she couldn't do much about it. She couldn't do anything about it actually. You see, I have a sister and when we were kids, we were trained and stuffs. My sister failed every training and I, however, passed them all. She never wanted to pass them anyways. I'm 20 and she is 21. Yeah, she's older but dumber.

I parked the car in the garage and entered the house. I was bleeding badly. Blood was coming out of my arm like a damn waterfall.

Every step I made, blood fell on the floor.

"ALEXIA." My mom yelled as she saw me walking up the stairs to go to my room.

She must have followed the trace of my blood, i thought to myself.

"What the hell happened??", she asked as she rushed to me, taking a good look at my bleeding arm.

"well, I got shot. And if you don't let me go and remove that bullet from myself, I might as well die. So, if you'll excuse me... ", I said sarcastically as I continued my way to my room.

"When you're done, come downstairs to eat something!!" She yelled again. She loves yelling, it's like a hobby for her.

Once in my room, I opened the top drawer and took out the equipments needed to remove that bullet. When I removed the bullet, I stitched myself and put a bandage on it. Then, I went downstairs as my mom asked.

When I reached downstairs and sat around the dinner table, my dad, my mom and sister joined shortly after. It was around 7:45 pm.

My mom served us dinner and as we ate, my dad started talking.

"Are you good?", he asked glancing at me.

I nodded "yup" making sure the P sound was heard.

Daniella, my sister, was on her phone. Probably stalking another guy on social media.

"HUH!" She suddenly said as i gave her a weird look.

"Alexia, when you shot Chris earlier, did you see a file on him? Or with someone who was near him? Or on a table or something?". My dad asked, holding a glass of water in his hands.

"Yeah. There was this man next to him, he had a red file on him." I replied honestly. Let's not forget that i was trained to notice little details as well.

"They were right." He sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Who and about what?" I questioned.

"I got a call just after you got home saying that someone has evidence about all of our business that has been going on. Underground." He continued, "Not only ours though. But for the De Santis as well."

That can't be possible. Can it? For someone to have evidence, that someone had to be someone on the inside. Which means we had a fucking snitch among us. Not only us but in the De Santis family also. But whatever. I care about my family only.

"What the fuck? how's that possible?"

"Someone betrayed us. We had a motherfucking snitch among us and nobody even noticed! We need to host a meeting as soon as possible." My dad said furiously.

"I'm sure you're gonna find out whoever that Bitch is." My mom assured us. Melissa Hale is seriously one of the most amazing woman on earth.

"Yeah yeah whatever." Dana said completely not giving a fuck and walked away with her eyes glued on her screen. Fucking bitch.

"We'll find him and those evidences." I assured him. More like, i assured myself.