All Chapters of Over my dead body...or yours.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

I focused on my scope. My eyes scanned throughout the five-star restaurant 1500 meters away. My breathing steadied as I focused on my target. He aligned perfectly with my sight. He was an unpleasant looking man. Overweight, silver hair, that kind of smile that makes your skin crawl. No surprise he was surrounded by trashy whores half his age. But what else can you expect from a gangster.. Now the question of the day: head shot? Or heart shot? That was always my biggest dilemma during my mission. I sighed and settled for the head. I held my breath to focus the shot, and pulled the trigger. His head physically exploded, sending blood flying all over the whores he was with as his lifeless body plopped to the floor. His security rushed to him, frantically trying to grasp what just happened. “Gotcha.” I chucked as my lips curved into a grin. I grabbed my sniper rifle, my trusty McMillan Tac-50, and started packing it up. I dismantled my weapon in record time, and dusted myself off. I

The guard spoke, attempting to keep his eyes off my exposed chest. I acknowledged him with a swift nod as my Ferrari roared past the gate. I made my way to the second Gate and typed in the ridiculously long code father insists on having. He changes it every week. I presssed my photographic memory as the second gates swing open. I pull in to the front of our mansion, which has more security than the damn White House, and parked in front of the garage. I walk out, and throw my leather jacket over my shoulders. I make my way to the 15 feet double doors and swing both of them open roughly. Like always the house was alive with movement and noise from the gang members that lived here. I walked in ignoring their stares. “Horny motherfuckers” I thought to myself. I made my way to the kitchen, my favorite place. I opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle and apple from the counter. As I was about to take a bite from my apple, I paused mid bite feeling a presence to my right. I glanced o

***Allegra's pov*** I enjoyed the mafia life, but hated the formalities. Every year, the leader of the Mexican Mafia threw a stupid ball as a way to bring together every mafia in the world. Ridiculous, I know. And every year, it’s a “peaceful” environment to talk business and create alliances. It’s like a Met Gala for fucking criminals. “Ouch..” I bit my lip as the second stitch went in. “It’s next week… and…” he started, choosing his words carefully. “I get it. Don’t kill anyone there.” I said creating the third stitch. “Am serious Allegra. We cannot cause any trouble with the Mexicans. If you overstep your boundaries again, I cannot save you. Our partnership with him almost ended because of what happened last year.” He said sternly “He fucking started it.” I mumbled. My quick fingers finished up the sixth stitch on my arm, and I cut the excess away. I cleaned off the residue of blood, and stood up to face my parents. I knew exactly what I was referring to. Last year,