Amara Fibinaci.

I adjusted the nun hat I had on tightening the strap that held the gun.

Deep breath love.

We got this.

Steal the key from him and walk away.

Make enough money to disappear and start your new life. Hey I might even end up as a doctor or something wouldn't that be ironic.

I smirked.

Showtime baby.

I placed my hands together like I saw nuns do in the movies and began to walk in his direction he had a cigarette in his mouth.

How typical of mafia men. Thinking they can do anything.

I slammed into his shoulder knocking the cigarette out of his hand as I slipped the key out of his jacket pocket.

He took a deep breath closing his eye and opening them.

"My condolences." I said.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked stopping me in my tracks from my brief escape.

My heart stilled thinking my cover has been blown.

I turned around with a bitter smile on my face.

Biggest fish you ever took on.

I remind myself.

"Must have seen me around church during the service. Otherwise I don't think we have had any contact unless you been here confessing to your sins." My smart mouth may have got me out of trouble and straight back into it.

I really wonder if I'm definitely going to hell now for impersonating a nun.

I would ask for forgiveness but I think god himself would send a bolt of lighting down this church.

"Oh? And tell me dear...-" he was waiting for a name.

"Sister Alice." I replied he took a step towards me, taking out a fresh cigarette lit it and inhaled deeply.

"What do you think I should be confessing to?" He asks having me backed up into the wall. He blew the smoke out in my face.

Oh he thinks his the big cat and I'm the mouse. I can easily reach for my gun now and shoot the life out of him.

This is dangerous. You never make contact with the target Amara.

I licked my lips looking him up and down which darkened his poisonous green ones.

I took the cigarette that was between his lips.

"We have a no smoking policy sir." I said walking away as I took a puff myself.

I took the cigarette butt and put it in my pocket I stripped out of the nun outfit and threw them into the fire pit not wanting to leave any evidence behind.

I put my hair in a high ponytail and stood still listening for any footsteps to indicate he followed me.

Okay deep breath.

I grab the helmet and walk out of the church using the back door and began to walk through alleyways to where i parked the motorbike.

I put in the key switching the engine on as I revved it a little. I zipped up the pocket which the key was in.

I revved get off as small droplets of water began to pour down on me.

It was always like this in fucking London. The night sky dominated the country now as lightning struck above me.

I parked up to the ratty old apartment building. My phone ringing pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Mission update?" His voice was rough as if he had been shouting.

"About to retrieve the document now."

"Get this done!" He demanded. Son of a bitch forgot I could kill him in his sleep or something.

Maybe it's his period day.

I crossed the street toward the building.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here?" Some old creepy man yelled from a few buildings down.

I ignored him climbing the stairs as quick as I could.

Door 26. Door 26.

I finally stopped at door 26. I clicked the key in and took out my gun flicking the safety of.

It could be a trap. It could always be a trap.

I opened the door leaving it slightly ajar as lighting cracked out behind me followed by thunder.

When I had made sure the apartment was empty I walked towards the office room where the cabinets were alphabetically ordered.

The wind storming in through the room startled me slightly. I held my gun tighter.

I held my breath going through each file. When I found it.

Documents of the mafia merger that happened in 2002. A year after I was born.

This document could overthrow the biggest mafia leader and pit the two against each other.

This here is the biggest weapon I ever held. 

Another file caught my eye.

I wiped the dirt of the file name. My blood ran cold in my body.

Fibinaci.

But that was me.

Why would I be in a file cabinet full of mafia and illegal documents?

I went to grab it but the cool metal pressed against the back of my neck stopped me in my tracks.

"Give me your gun sweetheart." He whispered his lips pressed against the tip of my ear.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Be rational Amara.

I placed my gun on top of the cabinet.

"Now wanna tell me what your doing with such a big toy like that? You know it's dangerous sister Alice."

I turned around smirking pressing my forehead against the barrel of the gun.

"Well for your information I handled bigger things then that sweetheart."

He chuckled slightly. It was a deep sound. It resonated through his chest. It was human.

Not how I imagined mafia leaders to chuckle I always through they woukd cackle like Disney villains do.

"You stole from me." He stated now making me laugh. He arched his brow smirking at me as if I was the most entertaining person he ever met.

"Wow your observant. Want a medal?" I said testing him as I grabbed the file with my name on it and slapped both files on the table.

"Are you crazy or desperate?" His question took me of guard. What kind of mafia leader asks someone this who stole from them?

"Neither. I'm just good." I answered doing what I was best at.

I wiped of the dust of the old table.

"And what is it your good at?" He asked falling into my bait.

"This." I blew the dust into his eyes grabbing the two files and jumping out of the window grabbing the old electric wire as I began to fall in small breaks.

I landed on my ass, the fall knocking the breath out of me as I laid there for a second to long watching the rain wash my face.

As I was getting up he landed on his feet like some super villain, he grabbed me by the throat lifting me up, making me drop the files.

"Oh sweetheart your good I'll admit that but I'm better."
He said smiling at his small victory.

"Go fuck yourself." I choked out.