"I got some intel for you." My pager beeps pausing my hands to quickly pick it up by the side of my duffel bag. My eyes reread the one-sentence-line again blinking fast. Thundering of my heartbeat couldn't get anymore louder or faster than it already is. Like horses on a stampede, I could not hide my excitement after so long of searching. I look around the girls locker room for anyone's presence finding no other than me. Pulling my tablet out of my bag unlocking it, I begin to work on the code sent to my pager shortly after the message from my IP guy in Afghanistan. Deciphering a code is such an easy job for me, my father was proud of me at such a young age I was good at computers. I was such a daddy's girls, skilled at torturing and taking out target. At a tender age, I could count no less than hundreds of bodies I killed inside the Vatore mansion brought in for torture. Dad and mum trained Lucien and I everyday saying we are the next in line to take over after them just like they did after grandpa and grandma. We were home schooled for our safety, but within those walls we enforced power on our subjects. A beeping sound goes off alerting me of the location to my target. I smile. "Thanks Kumar." I page back to him just as I wired a million dollars to his foreign account. I pack the rest of my things inside the bag and my tablet. Looking at the mirror, the girl staring right back at me feels alive after years of sleepless nights. She can finally be at peace in her heart. Not scared to look behind her or change her identity. The girl her family will be so proud of right now looking down at her. She can finally be who she is. Vatore's last heir. The scarred man on my screen goes by the name Santos Ramirez. Mum and dad will be so proud of me and now my family can finally be at rest. Same as I. Expelling deeply, I release my hair from the rubber band holding it in place. Walking out of the hotel, I only hope for Ella and Julio to forgive me when everything comes to limelight. It's all for their safety. *** Sitting in the dark corner of the room my eyes dart to the clock on the wall waiting for Santos whose face and information appears on my tablet. The anger boils inside of me recognizing the man who aimed his gun at me on that fateful day. The day I stopped celebrating my birthday. Lucien jumped in to save me taking the bullet for me. Though he is four years older we were always best friends. I could still remember the empty eyes staring right back at me. Upon realizing he didn’t kill me, he aims at me again on the floor looking at him with hate and bitterness tears falling down my eyes. Luckily, his aim was yet again intercepted by mum's blade who came to my rescue. I watch as mum threw another blade at him taking an eye out, he groans screaming in pains. Mum took the cue as a means of escape with me been pulled along. The fresh memories only made me angrier. Hearing the sound of the door open and close I wait till he sees me and when he does in alarm he pulls a gun from his pants but I was quick to fire first. He falls down groaning in pains. "Hello Santos." i stood up walking over to him grunting in pains. Observing two deep holes gushes thick red liquid on his knees. "You have been very difficult to find." I tsk giving a soft smile. "Now how about a little throwback." With that I hit him in the head blacking him out. "Santos? Santos? Wakey wakey." I singsong. He groans slowing rousing. Seeing the state he's in, he begins to struggle making ugly noise. "Who the fuck are you?" he growls watching me draw a chair closer to him tied up. "We are about to find out." I smile tapping the screen of the tablet waiting as it displays dead faces to him. "Do you know these men?" his eyes widens in fear causing the grin on my face to only grow wider. "Who are you? What do you want?" face morphs into a mean glare struggling against his restraint. "I am Sonia Vatore." I relax crossing a leg over the other. "That can't be. It's not possible. You're dead." his voice shakes in fear. "Before I kill you, I want to know why you murdered my family?" deep laughter came out from his lips. "You won't get a word from me little girl. Just because you have grown doesn’t mean you'll never be the little girl who cried for mummy and daddy as I killed her brother." "Lucien! Lucien! wake up please." little me cried so hard choking on my sobs. He laughs menacingly enjoying the pains which he caused. "Now you die." His words triggered a memory of my past. My eyes watered narrowing deathly at him laughing, so proud of himself. "You took my brother from me. Why?" I stabbed him with a scalpel on his thigh hitting a major nerve immediately his laughter seized screaming in pains. "Fuck you." he grits through pains. My eyes wet with tears as distant memories flood through my mind once more. The gruesome killing of my family by this man. "You know one thing special about the human body. It is controlled by the nervous system. One wrong stab and you either get paralytic or bleed to death." I caress the numerous size and shapes of blades splayed on the table. "And I can go all day long barely missing those nerves till you beg for death and I'll make it so hard to give you death." "Fottiti, tu stupida cunt." (Fuck you, you stupid cunt.) "Scelta." I stab him with two other knives on his chest. He screams in bloody agony almost convulsing. "Tell me! Why did you kill my family?!" he wheezes. Drip of blood leaking from his nostrils. "You struggle and it only gets worse." "Non uccidermi. Please." (Don't kill me.) he coughs vehemently. "Now answer me." "Your father..." coughs. "Your father had many enemies and many wanted to take over the empire but didn't dare challenge the vicious Massimo Vatore." "Not what I need. Why did you kill my family?" though my father was vicious and dangerous, he never was unjust or unfair. He was loved by our people, eliminating the ones after his life who poses as threats to our family. "I didn’t. I was sent." in shock I watch as his eyes slowly roll in losing consciousness. Snapping out of the shock, I rush to him slapping his cheeks repeatedly regaining his pale face. "By who? Santos answer me! By who?" his eyes open slowly giving a toothy grin going in and out of consciousness. "I tuoi amici più vicini sono il tuo più grande nemico." (your closest friends are your biggest enemy.) his grins fades away, hollow eyes looks into nothingness.