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"Wake up damn it. Wake up!" Tears suddenly start running down my cheek as Clarissa hugs me telling me to stop and that he's gone. No, he can't be gone. He can't be!! Suddenly, I felt something hit me hard on my neck. After that, I only see black.

2 YEARS LATER

IRENE P.O.V

It's been 2 years since that failed mission of faking the attack. It was successful but the only that didn't go right is that RedClaw fell apart. Ever since Williams's death, everything was just... Not right. Everyone started slowly leaving because it's not the same without our leader. Clarissa had it hard, she started drinking. She barely drinks! Thankfully she met her boyfriend. Ever since their encounter in a bar, they have been going strong ever since. When RedClaw officially disbanded, I ended up moving to the UK and somehow met my mom. She's married to the UK mafia leader, Alexander Scarborough. Apparently, my father was involved in the mafia and my mother couldn't escape even though she wanted to. So she somehow ended up in the arms of the UK mafia. Alexander is divorced with a daughter 2-3 months younger than me and let me tell you... She's a total bitch! I hate her to the gut. No one ever knew but... I have a little brother. He was only 2 when the attack happened and I never saw any of them since. My little brother is freaking engaged to a beautiful, too kind for my liking girl but when she's pissed, she's pissed! She's my current best friend in the UK.

Obviously, I'm apart of the UK mafia. Even though I'm the eldest out of all siblings including the step-sister. I'm not going inherit the mafia and honestly, I don't give a fuck. I just need something to do with my poor sorry ass of a life. That's why my current step-father placed me as the head of training and armoury/weapons. My stupid sorry-ass step-sister is going inherit the mafia by blood, they don't have a choice. No one wants her to be the leader, she just goes to party's with the money, she trains (thankfully) but she isn't really involved in the mafia. Just uses the benefits. Last year I graduated from law university early, it's the UK so being a lawyer here is easier. I just stepped out of my step-father's office planning on how to kill my recent fiancé. Yes, you read right, fiancé. My parents want me to get married to make alliances while Quora (step-sister) just passes these marriages on to me.

I already got arranged 5 other times before this past year and I've killed them all before they even met me which caused a bit of a stir in the mafia world. They don't know who killed them only a few people. No one knows about my arrange marriages since they never got the time to announce the arrangement because I kill them within the week. My current one is situated abroad and all I know is that he has an older sister who's also married and has a 4-month-old baby and guess what? He's in Germany. It's been so long since I've been back there; the first thing I'm going to do is visit Clarissa. I know where my so-called fiancé is going to be in a few days, and I'm going to kill him then and there. I'm honestly excited, he's going to be at the Cascade ball. Maybe I would have the time to steal a few important/valuable items. It always pays off.

"Ren! Diana is going to kill me!" I hear my brother yelling as he runs from his future wife. He hurries up and scurries behind me. "What did he do now Diana?" I ask as she reaches me. "This idiot forgot to buy my sister's birthday present I told him to buy it a few hours ago before he went to the mall," She says as she eyes, my brother. My brother and I look quite alike, we both got my father's blue eyes but I got my mom's black hair she got from her father and my brother got his dark brown hair from our father. I'm like an exact replica minus the eyes of my mother while my brother is exact and when I mean exact, I mean an exact replica of our father. "Kaden, I need you to book another flight but this time to Germany," I tell my brother. He knows what I'm going to do so he just gives me the 'really' look. I ignore him and head towards my room to pack my stuff. I take my phone out of my pocket and to called Clarrisa.

"How's life, Clary?"

"Better, just got out of the shopping mall"

"I'm going to come to Germany today"

"Oh grea- Wait WHAT?!"

"Yup, my current fiancé is their"

"What time are you arriving?"

"The flight is just over an hour and I'm leaving in 40 minutes so... in 2 hours."

"K, I'll meet you there. Finally, we can actually meet each other after like 2 years"

"Ya, ya. Ok byii¬"

"See ya later bish."

I end the call and head downstairs towards my matt black Lamborghini Urus. I put my suitcases in the back and started heading towards the UK mafia's private airport

2 hours later...

After talking shit with Clarrisa, we finally reached my residence in Germany. It's big but not really big like a mansion. I started unpacking my clothes and let me tell you, there is a lot since I'm planning on staying here for about 2 months. I missed my German family (Clarissa, -R.I.P- William). The Ball was tonight so I laid down my outfit. Me being the usual me went towards the sexy yet mysterious vibe dress that is still easy to take off to change into a more flexible one for my kill of the night.



(Irene's dress)

As I exit my family's, Rolls Royce. All eyes are on me. Hell, everyone knows who I am now: I like the attention. I made my way to some red wine. "What is a beautiful lady like you doing here?" A man who clearly doesn't know who I am asks.

I just walk away leaving him speechless and made my way up to the 2nd floor where my fiancé is supposedly is tonight. I sneak past the guards but then I hear a door open as I made my way towards his private booked room. The door opened and he turns the opposite way so I couldn't see his face and his 2 bodyguards cover his body from behind and I know it's him because no one else was in there except him. I caught him glancing towards me as he goes down the stairs. I still couldn't see his face but only his eyes as I sit down on the balcony. When the coast is clear. I hurriedly changed my clothes into a more suitable one to follow him to his residence and finish my personal mission.



I get my sniper ready from a building across from what looks like his mansion. A light turns on from a room that looks like an office from the bit of space the curtains didn't cover. I can't see my target clearly but I can see his silhouette sitting down on the chair behind his large Montgomery desk. "Shit," I exclaimed because I can't get a fucking clear shot. "Guess I have to dirty my hands this time," I say to no one in particular. I grab my baby, an Nr. 1 Glock 17 pistol and attached a silencer. I grabbed my custom-made throwing knives. I looked through the scope on my sniper to check where security is currently situated and I already figured out their rotation timing.

I jumped over their security fence that was filled with electric wires and somehow avoided the cameras. I climbed up from the side of the house and onto the office balcony making sure I don't trigger any alarms. Once I see my fiancé on the phone with his back towards the balcony, I throw a knife towards the light switch in a rotation where the handle of the knife hit's the light switch, turning it off. I immediately hear him curse as he turns towards me grabbing his gun. I hear gunshots going off and many steps coming towards the door. I grab my gun from my belt but I get knocked down and into a chokehold by my so-called fiancé. Immediately the door opens and he lets go throwing me towards his... Guards, I think.

Once he turns on the lights, he picks up my knife and he turns towards and that's where my eyes go wide. Fuck.

Sebastian?

I feel sudden pain around my neck and all I see is black spots filling my vision.



- ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ.

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