"My love, why don't you just drink up your juice and forget about those business men?", I say seductively to gain a wide smile.

"You're right!", the old hag replies.

Except, of course I'm always right!.

"You've got just twenty minutes to round it off", Alan's voice pierced through the ear piece conspicuously connected to my right ear. "On it!", I whisper back in a voice meant to be heard by just him into the device attached to my body.

"Babe, I need three million..."

"On one condition", he says interrupting me and I mentally roll my eyes. "Which is?", I say agitated and surprised at the same time. Agitated for wasting my time and surprised that he doesn't ask what I had needed such a huge amount for.

I better get this done with. Whatever his conditions might be, he will end up dead soon, leaving his adorable wife and little daughter miserable.

"I want you to fuck me! Fuck me real hard sweetie", he says looking at me lustfully.

"Is that all?", I ask with a sinful smile, running my hand silkily up his thighs until it slightly rubs against his hard-rock shaft. He groans. Good.

"Five more minutes", Alan mutters to me again. "Yeah. Yeah", I breath out as I continue with my sweet torture.

"Fuck. Yes!", he groans as I squeeze him tighter through his pants trying to distract him. "I've sent you my account details, so you just send me what I need as I do my thing...", I say smiling cockily, unclenching his zipper and taking him whole in my hand. He groans and presses himself against me, desperate for release but he isn't going to get it . I need him to make the transfers first before I take my next move.

As I move my hand up and down his aroused dick, I pretend not to notice him doing something with his phone until few seconds later, my phone pings in the back pocket of my jean trousers and I inwardly smile. Not tough.

"Two more minutes!. Jem, kill him already. Boss will be so mad when he finds out you're not done yet. He gave you thirty minutes and you've –, Alan begins ranting on and on and on but I tune him out as I concentrate on the creep before me. I swiftly bringing out my dagger while he stays distracted and stuff it in his throat, having his blood splatter all over me. Crap!.

I hurriedly rush to the restroom and remove the rubber face that has blood all over it. I change into a black dungaree and stuff the rubber face, blood soaked jeans, shirt and gloves in my hand bag. I rush out of the room, putting on my dark shades as I enter the limousine awaiting me at the entrance of the building.

I'd use my black motorcycle but Jon, the boss wasn't having any of it. He insists I got driven and have a personal driver.

As I sit in the back of the car, I relive how I ended up here..

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FLASHBACK
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"Jemmy!", I heard my father call me from the living room. He was the only one who still called me Jemmy. I'm otherwise known as Jemima or Jem by other people. Mother wasn't around but Ava, my big sister was. Why had father called for me especially when she had been in the room with him when father called?. I entered the room and their cold glares welcomed me. I didn't even as much as flinch. I was so used to their ill treatments that it didn't faze me anymore. I walked slowly towards my father and took a seat next to him on the bed.

I knew my sister hated me for no apparent reason and told lies against me, making it convincing enough that they believed her without even blinking twice. She was everyone's favorite and I was seen as the black sheep of the family. Why does she hate me so much?.

"Daddy, everything is now in your hands", she said before leaving the room and locking it from outside. I was so sure I heard that right. She locked the door behind. What?. Why would she want to do that?. What was going on?. Have I done something wrong and was about to be whooped or –

"Daddy what is going on?", my twelve year old self asked, getting up quickly from the bed.

"Nothing Jemmy, just be a good girl and comply", he said, pulling me down to sit next to him and moving his hand to touch my developing breast. My father had never been a good man. Why was he suddenly trying to be nice to me?. Something was wrong. I instinctively bolted upright in fright and ran to the farthest corner of the room.

I had attended sex education classes and was taught to never allow any one touch my private part except my spouse when the right time comes after getting good grades, going to college, getting a first class degree. And like every normal girl, I wanted that too. My father wasn't my spouse. Was he?. No!

"Looks like I'd have to go tough on you then", he said, closing the distance between us. How was he so quick?. He grabbed me roughly by the hands and dragged me to his bed. I tried struggling when I realized what he was about to do, but it was effortless. I'd seen and heard a lot about rape but I had never pictured I was going to ever be a victim. I hadn't even paid so much attention to it in the past.
Rape!.

And that too, by my father. My father! Wasn't the father one who is supposed to love and protect his children from dangers?.

No matter how much I screamed and shouted for Ava to help me, it didn't solve anything. Where was she?. And why was no one hearing me?. Maybe Ava was being threatened?. Was she in the same problem too or..

I closed my eyes tightly as I felt him cuff my hands on either side of the bed post. I trashed my feet about in protest but I felt him bind them in a rope. I kept screaming loudly but he ignored my pleas and kept up with what he was doing. I waited breathlessly. They say your first time is meant to be magical and that you are were supposed to feel something. A pull?. A connection?. I didn't feel any of those but I felt something quite alright, I felt excruciating pain that seemed like my world crashing in on me. And as if that wasn't enough, I counted as he went on for more rounds. Four times!

When he finally stilled, I opened my eyes and saw a twitch in the corner of his right lips before it disappeared. He smiled?. I was in pain and he looked satisfied as he untied me and ordered Ava to come in. He ordered Ava to come in?. She had been close by all along?

"Get her cleaned up, your mother will be back soon with the guest", he said once Ava entered the room.

"Yes father", she said beaming all over. What was she all smiles about?.

"Ava why?", I asked once father was out of ear shot.

"Oh shut up, get up and get yourself cleaned!", she said spitefully.

I tried getting up but fell right back into the mess of blood spreading around the bed. The pain between my thighs was just too much that it made me wonder what I did to deserve so much hatred from everyone.

I slowly stood up and dragged myself to the bathroom, washed up and mopped the floor all by myself.

Each movement I made, made my entire body ache with soreness. I stared at myself in the mirror for a few seconds and noticed how swollen and red my eyes were from weeping. And in that moment, I realized that I had no family anymore.

My father had violated me and made me feel very dirty. I was never going to feel the same again.

I splashed some cold water against myself and dried it up with a towel. I came out of the bathroom only to be met face to face with Ava chewing a bubble gum haughtily.

"Now go, I'm sure mother is back and waiting for you!", she saif eyeing me from head to toe with disgust pouring out of her eyes.
I only nodded and left the room to meet my mother. I couldn't blame her for feeling disgusted with me. I felt disgusted with myself too. I wanted to rip off my flesh from my body.

"Aha, Mr Jon, here's Jem I've been telling you about!", mother said smiling at me but I only stared hard at the floor, furiously holding back the tears that threatened to flow from my eyes. I felt so weak that I was barely able to stand on my own.

I just wanted the to slump and die.

"What? She's just a child! I can't kill her, I've got a son around her age. Are you sure you're the mother of such a sweet girl?", the so called Jon asked.

"And are you sure you're the leader of the Mafia? If you want, I'll double the money", my mother retorted almost threateningly. Wait. Was I being sold off?

"Fine, I'll take her but the next time you hear of her, she'll be dead", he says with a sly edge to his tone. Dead?.

All these while, my father sat there, reading his newspaper, not caring that I was being bargained for. Such a good father!.

"Come on child", Jon says softly grabbing me by the hand but I instinctively flinched and moved closer to mother for safety. Safety? Who was I kidding?

"Mother, please don't sell me off, please", I still pleaded but she didn't even spare me a glance. I immediately knew there was no help for me. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ava laughing triumphantly and that hurt more than anything else had. I gave up as I watched Jon hold my hand almost gently and led me to his car. He must be very rich! Mercedes Benz S-class. But why did he accept the money from mother?.

"What is your name, child?", Jon asked me after we got to his car but I didn't speak not because I didn't want to, but because I was too frightened to speak.

"Now listen to me child, what your mother..."

"She is not my mother", I said cutting him short with so much venom in my voice, he flinched.

"What she has done to you isn't right and I promise you I won't hurt a hair on your skin, so please trust me"

I nodded my head slowly as my instincts screamed at me to trust him.

I didn't want to trust him.

"I am Jemima Luciana Valerian", I said with so much air and a tinge of pride.

"I am Jon Ross, I have a son who is a year older than you are. His name is Alan Ross".

"But sir, killing people is not right", I opined curiously.

"Oh Jemima! In our world there's no right or wrong and please call me Jon", he replied with a chuckle. Our world?. He was taking me to a different world?. Maybe that would be so much better..

"You won't rape me. Will you?" I asked still feeling scared and very vulnerable. I felt faint and nauseous in that instant. My head immediately started spinning and tears started falling from my eyes uncontrollably.

I am a victim of rape. I was raped by my own father. The one who was supposed to defend and protect me.

"Why should I?" He asked feeling very confused as to my sudden outburst

"Because, I was raped by my dad today.", I replied him tearfully.

"I'd never do that to you Jem, I'd take you in just like my own daughter" he said earnestly with the warmest smile I'd ever seen in my life. It made me smile too.

"Promise?"

"Promise"

"I want to be like you!"

"And you will, I am going to teach you a lot of things, a whole lot of things, a whole lot of new things", he said whispering more to himself and as I drifted into the dark abyss of a dreamless sleep, his voice floated through my head.

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FLASHBACK ENDS
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Now as I sit in the car, I remember how Alan had taken me in as his baby sister. I had fallen terribly ill after that incident and ended up in the hospital where I was diagnosed with syphilis and gonorrhea which the doctor said I was too little to handle. I nearly lost my life but both Jon and Alan didn't allow it as they became my constant shadow until I got well. And as if that wasn't enough punishment, I got pregnant after the rape but couldn't deliver the baby which cost me a lot of pain and excess loss of blood.

The doctors said the baby died in my womb and performing any surgery would be too big a risk to take seeing as I was just barely thirteen at the time.

I went into a stage of depression and had so many suicidal thoughts almost all the time.

Recovery was difficult and I only survived on fluids but I recovered eventually.

Jon taught me everything I know today ranging from how to use a gun, a dagger, be merciless and to my credit, I was always ready to learn. Alan was a great help too.

I snap out of my thoughts when a rustling sound fills the device in my ear. "Well done little sis, boss is going to be so proud of you", he commends through the earpiece.

"Are you home already?", I ask since he was In the same building as I when I killed the bank's  managing director.

"Uh duh, what was I supposed to do? Not use the opportunity to ride on vixen? By the way who names their motorbike vixen?", he asks.

"You did what? You're so dead when I get home",  I say feigning anger.

Though I felt a little bit of it since vixen is mine and mine only to ride on.

"Uhm... Yes dad! I'm coming!",  he says pretending to be summoned by the boss to which I smile even though he can't see me. Alan and refer to Jon as 'boss' when on a mission. But when at the comfort of our zone, call him dad and Jon respectively. And although, Jon is now a retired Mafia boss and Alan has taken over, Jon still tells us our next moves. He was a boss through and through.

Alan's job in any mission is to hack into the target's computer system, camera or anything that relating to programing since he is a computer genius while I on the other hand kill mercilessly and ruthlessly. Besides that, Jon puts me in charge of the accounts of the gang since every very penny spent must be accounted for.

"Where to, Miss?", the chauffeur asks me.

"Take me to boss's house", I say not looking up from my phone. I was busy making the transfer of the money to Jon. Since joining the group, I somehow convinced the hand to stop selling body parts to hospitals since there was hardly any profit from it and instead, encouraged them to scam and kill people instead.

"Miss!", the chauffeur greets opening the door for me.

"Yeah whatever", I say nonchalantly, still not looking up at him.

I was engulfed in a big hug by Alan as I got out of the car and I hugged him back. I only had a soft spot for him and Jon.

"Not now, Al. I need to shred this face and clothes and you need to make me another face", I say trying to pull it off.

"Hold it right there Miss Valerian", an old but strong voice booms loudly across the hallway. I turn around to search for the source of the voice, and resting against the silver railings of the stairs is a person I'd recognize even in my sleep.

"Oh I'm so scared Mr Ross", I say dryly and we both burst out laughing.

"When you're done, I need you to come to the Emergency Room", he says with all trace of laughter gone.

Whenever he mentions the emergency room, then it's really urgent. Uurrrgghh! I groan inwardly and feel Alan pat me on my back as he collects my stuff to attend to them.

I move into the ER and take my position where a few minutes later, Alan joins us and quietly hands me my new face and gloves. I silently mouth a thank you and begin eating the French toast he had brought along.

"I am sending you to Rome for your next mission and you will stay in the house of Jay Black", Jon says lazily from across the room.

Rome!.