Chapter 3

Mirabel Blanco

"Shoot him" My 12-year-old self was ordered. "Why? What did he do?" I asked breathing hard. I was told to shoot someone. Kill someone. I had never killed a person in my entire life. "When you order something, you do so. Understood?" My trainer Albertino said to me. "But what's so wrong with knowing the reason for killing someone before killing them?" I asked my curiosity taking over me again. "You're a curious girl, Bella." He said walking around me in a circular manner. I felt proud of that, it felt like a compliment. "Being curious is good, but not for an assassin sweetheart. Assassins are supposed to kill no matter what the reason, they don't need to know the reason, all they have to do is kill." I was told "What if I'm not meant to be an assassin?" I asked cautiously. Albertino stood closely behind me leaned his head near my ear and spoke. "Shoot. Him." I didn't think twice before I pulled the trigger and watched the blood come out of the lifeless body of the unknown person in front of me. "Do you regret it?" I was asked and I shook my head. "No." I didn't regret killing that person, I felt nothing, but I didn't feel numb either, I knew I killed a person for a reason, even if the reason was not very acceptable to everyone, even if it was just for fun, it was a reason and I didn't regret a single bit of it. "Congratulations, you just passed the first step of being an assassin." "There's more?" I questioned my trainer. "When you're an assassin, you never stop learning, you keep finding out more ways to perfection, but you will never reach it, perfection." "Why is being curious bad for an assassin?" "An assassin is supposed to kill, torture as told no matter what the reason, they master in killing, they don't turn away from the sight of blood," Albertino spoke walking around the cell that we were in, where the now dead man was kept. "When an assassin starts to interrogate, they get killed. Why? Because they just can't they get in the wrong business, they start doing things that are out of their league, things that aren't part of their jobs, and that is not acceptable." "That is why we have spies," I said. "Yes. That is correct, a spy can act, stay undercover, stay low-key, and take out information from people who we want to. They just simply spy." "What if I want to be an assassin and a spy? Both at the same time?" I asked my boss. "My dear Bella, you're an assassin and you should know being an assassin that 'Curiosity kills the cat' and for people like you it would be painful." The last parts were tauntingly whispered in my ear. 'Curiosity kills the cat' and for people like me, it would be painful.

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I woke to the sound of my alarm blaring through the speaker as I peeled one eye open threw my right arm out of the cozy sheets and reached out for my phone to stop the alarm.

Slowly peeling both of my eyes open I sat upright on my bed and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand while thinking about my dream more like a memory of when I killed for the first time, the same day that I taught that 'curiosity kills the cat and for people like me it would be painful'. It was one of those things that I was reminded of before my every task, warning me that if I tried anything or tried to dig deep, I would soon meet my maker. At first, it used to scare the hell out of me. Now it doesn't. No one knew that I did dig deep into things that I was interested in. Staying low-key, acting, and as well being undercover always came naturally to me, I had a good poker face from which no one could see my emotions, or notice anything odd. I removed the warm sheets off me stepped out of my bed walked over to my bathroom and took a towel out of the towel rack and used the toilet before stepping into the warm shower. A warm shower has always relaxed me. I let the warm water drop over me as I closed my eyes and thought about the first thing I was taught 'Curiosity kills the cat'. If this cat hadn't let her curiosity get the best of her, she would be dead in a few days, so technically speaking 'Curiosity saved the cat'. The warm water soothed my tensed muscles and I sighed in relaxation before shampooing my hair and washing my body. After showering I stepped out and wrapped the towel around me walked over to the sink and brushed my teeth, I don't like brushing my teeth in the shower, it feels weird. Feeling refreshed I walked over to my closet which now was almost empty, it angered me knowing in a few hours I would never be seeing this place again because I was betrayed. Doing light makeup, I wore my wristwatch and placed a gun between the back and waistband of my jeans. Checking the time I saw it was 7:15. Time to leave. I took my purse, my two trolley suitcases, and of course, my iPhone with its charger and ear plugs and stuffed it in my purse then with one last look I left my room and left the mansion to see a limo waiting for me with a guard and a driver standing outside waiting for me. Walking over to them with my suitcases I handed it to them and asked, "Where are Albertino and the others?" "Behind you darling." I turned around to see all of the Devils walking out. "You know considering that I'm a woman, aren't you guys supposed to be ready before me?" "Every man has their own needs," Starr said, Yeah and that's masturbation. "Seriously, you're taking that much with you?" Cooper said amused, he was the third in command, underboss in other words. I fake scoffed which didn't seem fake to them. "Are you kidding me? I'm going to treat these 3 days like a vacation." I said acting frustrated. "Okay, okay. Don't get your panties In a twist. Vacation like you did all the shit in this house." He said laughing while getting in the limo and I raised my eyebrows at him while others laughed at his joke. I rolled my eyes and fake smiled and got in the limo then sat in front of him, "I didn't realize fucking bitches as a sport was known as working." "Chienne" (Bitch) he muttered under his breath. Knowing he was annoyed now I relaxed into my seat and looked around to see that in this limo it was only Al, Starr, Cooper, and I while the rest were in the other limo. Well, at least I won't get to be in the same limo as Sean Fucking Martin. As I waited for the limo to reach the airport I stayed alert on any movement in the limo without being noticed. "Bella, how are you going to seduce Dante?" My corrupt boss questioned me. "The same way I have done all my life but with him more cautious I bet he is dangerous," I answered looking at him dead in the eye. "Good. Don't get killed." The last sentence had my ears perk up but I didn't let them notice, obviously. "And what makes you think that I am going to get killed?" I challenged, now everyone in the car was listening attentively to our conversation. "The fact that Dante is the strongest man alive in the Mafia business, maybe the most intelligent, for now." He replied challenging me back. I just smirked, "Trust me, I'm not dying tomorrow or the day after that or anytime soon." I waited for his reply but he just did a 'hmm'. Even though they think highly of me in my abilities they still underestimate me, I am capable of many things, things that I don't even know of yet. Soon the limo stopped and I grabbed my purse before jumping out of the limo and walking over to my suitcase which had my clothes in it and opened it taking out my dress that I had decided to hang in the Jets closet. I walked inside the jet and sighed and then walked over to the closet, opened it, and hung my dress. I walked over to my favorite seat in the limo and fell into it while others entered the limo. "No one. I repeat no one will dare to ruin my dress that's in the closet!" I warned them because I liked the dress, it was elegant yet sexy. "Fine, not like we want to, wouldn't want to get my balls chopped off," Gerald said and I fake smiled towards him and closed my eyes.