other family members



Pablo Garcia

bisabuelo (Great Grandfather)

age: 84

height: 6'1



Sarah Moretti Age: 76



Maria Garcia Age : 78 Enzos and Elizabeth children:



Vince Moretti: Age: 24 Height:6'3 Eldest cousin Heir to the Italian mafia (Traits: extremely over protective (especially over Angelina), hardworking and intelligent) (Angelinas favourite cousin)



Laura Moretti

Age: 22

Height: 5'7 (Traits: respectful, resilient,' obedient', kind) Alex's and Susan's children



Mathew Moretti Age: 20 (Traits: caring, questionable sense of humour and a massive player) Luke and Jessica's children



Rebecca and Sophie Moretti Age: 18 Height: 5'6 (Traits: flirtatious, judgmental, bubbly, obnoxious and both can be arrogant and selfish) Bruno's and Alices children



Sam Moretti Age: 19 Height: 6'1 Traits: kind, outgoing and loving (Angelinas 2nd favourite cousin)



Benjamin (Ben) Moretti Age: 17 Height: 5'11 Traits: race car driver, hot head and reserved

Best friend



Jace Lopez Age: 18 Height: 6'1 Jace has been Angelinas best friend since she was fourteen. They both since then have been partners in crime literally. They both became partners when Angelina joined the assassin team. At first their friendship was bumpy but as time went on their friendship blossomed. Jace helped Angelina through her struggles as she helped his. Together they are unstoppable and their friendship is unbreakable.

The getaway pass



4 minutes and 23 seconds is all the time I have left. I can already hear the distant police sirens through the loud ringing inside of my ears. I jump off the ledge and swiftly land on both of my feet. The air around me was thinking of smoke and my skin was feeling the heat from the burning building.

4 minutes I ran as fast as my legs could take me running behind buildings and in between alleyways. Time was running out quickly and red and blue sirens were feeling up the air. My lungs burnt as I sprinted and the adrenaline in my veins was pumping. I have never felt so alive and free. It was so wrong of me but I couldn't help my feelings. The flame inside my heart has never burned so much and I love it.

2 minutes distant yells bounced off the tight walls in the alleyway and bullets were now being fire right, left and centre. The dead-end what was coming at the back of the alleyway would have stopped and defeated Angelina Garcia.

But it doesn't...

I use my strength while dodging the bullets and pull myself over the wall. "GET HIM!" I smirked back through my mask at the men who puffing and pointing their guns at me with shaky hands. Angelina would have been shot or taken advantage of. But I am not Angelina, right now I am the most me I can be.

I am sparrow.

1 minute to go and I jumped off the high wall slightly wincing as my ankle hit the ground harshly. There was no time to dwell in it because if I spend one second making the wrong move. Death and blood will come at it's quickest.

10 seconds I race to the spot with all of my energy depending on this last sprint. I sigh with relief as I see the red Lamborghini. "GO, GO GO!"

Jace smirked and rolled his eyes putting down his phone and started the music before turning on the engine. 5 seconds to go and I was ready to kill him. "Jace I swear if you don't move right now this bullet with be embedded in your brain." Not a second more was wasted and we were off going at an inhuman speed. Swiftly and effectively avoiding the police and the enemies what were ragging at us...

"WOOHOO!" thrill and Adrenaline what washed over both of us as Jace roared with laughter. Left and narrow right turns were being made all over the place. It was nothing new this sort of excursion happens to me and Jace nearly every weekend.

One second... The loud explosion shook the floor beneath us as the burning building now exploded into thick flames and black smoke.

"We lost them," Jace spoke after a minute of silence. A breath of relief washed through me and smiled at Jace who was giving me a cheesy grin. "you dyed your hair again?" I asked cheekily smirking up at him.

"Yep I got sick of the blue do you like it." I gave a disgusted look which he playfully glared at me and gave me a fake punch. So it was only fair for me to give him a real one in return. "Ow, what the fuck was that for."

"cuida tu idioma." (watch your language.) he rolled his eyes and rubbed his arm leaving the driving wheel unattended. "Jace get your head out of your ass and steer the bloody car." His pout turned into a smirk and he then placed his hands in surrender before going back to driving. "cuida tu idioma." He mimicking my voice which made me laugh and slap him across the head ruffling up his dumb bright pink hair.

"hey! hands off the hair."

"how long until we get back I need to get home, my parents are asleep and I need to be back before dawn." He clicked his tongue and stared at me with disbelief.

"well miss impatient is a bit cranky today." He mocked but I was in no joking mood so I crack my knuckles.

"Jesus calm down satan we are nearly back to your fancy mansion." I rolled my eyes as he sang out loud putting emphasis on the word 'mansion'. It was true I do live in a mansion, throughout my entire life I have grown up surrounded by money and all the riches one person can buy. But where I live does not make me who I am in all honesty I despise it. I don't care about clothes, gold or any large expenses.

"By the way, you might want to get changed I don't think the mafia leaders will appreciate a assassin sneaking into their house to get to their precious daughter's bedroom." I didn't bother to snap at him as he pulled his air-quotes and focused more on my clothes. I still had my wig, makeup and baggy clothes on.

"I am getting in the back so just drive steady alright and keep your creepy perverted eyes off the back seat" In the backseat, I had my spare clothes everything I needed.

In everyone's eyes, sparrow is a mystery and in the four years, I have been sparrow I am known to be already the deadliest assassin. I leave without a trace, I study my victims until I know everything about them and then I kill them without feeling a single ounce of remorse. No one knows who I look like or what I am.

I am a mystery.

When I am sparrow I don't speak or talk I have become the genius of overcoming silence. Jace was there for me when I started this and he has helped become the person I am today.

I am usually good with patience but over a certain amount of time I got tired of waiting and decided to take charge of my own life.. it was the best decision I ever made... I no longer wait for my 'daddy' to save the day or my brothers to help me when I am in trouble. I help myself. I hate the mafia world, I hate it with every ounce of me. the mafia world has no rooms for women, they make them their slaves, their trophy, their prize. In the mafia world, there is no room for Angelina Garcia.

But yet there is room for Sparrow.

I wiped off all of the makeup what made me look more masculine just a few minutes ago I was Sparrow a complete deadly mystery but now I am the person who I loathe the most in this world.

Angelina Garcia...

I am weak, pathetic and a princess in everyone's eyes when I am her. They all want to protect me and cling me in bubble wrap. But the only thing I want to do and the only thing I desire to do is break free.

"By the way the boss wants us to meet him tomorrow." I shot him a glare as I slumped back into the front seat. "does he not realise we just completed his dirty work." I growled making Jace sigh.

"You have to go, Ange, so stop whining." Crossing my arms over my chest I glared the deathliest daggers at Jace. He knows how much I hate it when he tries to act like my big brother. I don't need another brother I only need a friend I already have three big brothers plus cousins.

"Whatever, do you know what he wants us for this time."

"no clue, he hasn't uttered a single word. You know he likes to keep things in secrecy." We sigh as we both know this was just another one of his tricks.

"well I believe we have arrived at your destination gorrión joven." (young sparrow) I sighed as I looked at the large Mediterranean mansion. Some would dream to live in this house but I only dream to get out of it.

"you know someday you should ask your parents if they are up for adoption the beds back at the base are shit," I smirked back at him and blew him a kiss as I got out of the car.

"Adios mi raro amigo rosa." (goodbye my weird pink friend.)

"Adios!" (goodbye!) I grabbed my bag and climbed the fence and sprinted to the back of the house dodging all of the guards what we're keeping watch. Sometimes I wonder what papa would say if I told him an 18-year-old 5'5 girl managed to run across the entire estate into the mansion without once being caught by 25 'top' guards.

The house was dark as usual and as expected everyone was asleep and very soon so will I be. I thank the Gods above that it is the weekend because that means I can rest. Tonight, had to be one of the craziest night I have had in a while because my ears are still ringing.

The ash washed out of my dark brown hair and of my fair revealing my sun-kissed tanned skin and shiny long brown curly hair. I pay no attention to my appearance and brush my teeth and hair quickly before getting dressed quickly and hopping to bed. I guess one of the only perks of being rich is having the most comfiest bed because as soon as my head hit the pillow I was already asleep.