"The start of chaos has the end of silence"
~Amour-seraph

I fell face forward onto the white sheets of my bed, suffocating into the darkness as the coldness enveloped my face.

The stinging on my cheek slowly subsiding as the warmth disperses in the covers, I allowed my mind to run wild.

Fucking Italians.

Who were they? And what did they want?
Why attack the most powerful Mob in New York?
They got some balls. Making the Russians an enemy is a war they cannot win and that's a fact.

And more importantly..
What's going to happen to me?

Turned into a stripper overnight.

What sort of Cinderella bullshit is this?

Dammit. I need to kill someone.

Ranking me below my capabilities is an insult that not even the Devil can put past me. Not that there's anything wrong with stripping, just the fact that I go from being the Reaper at day to a stripper at night, whilst being the Pakhan's unwanted daughter throughout.

The repeated knocking on the door breaks me away from my fevered thoughts. I lifted my head to see a greeting maid with a steaming mug intertwined between her hands.

"Miss, your coffee." She nodded.

"Leave it on the desk besides you. You may leave." I grunted, planting my face back into the comforts of my sheets.

An exhausted, muffled groan escaped from my lips as my head rolls onto the silky sheets so that I was now facing towards the ceiling. Softened by the pliant material, my eyes momentarily shut for a second of quietness.

I need an action plan.

The choice between stripping and leaving the mob was unquestionable. I will not, never, ever, for the life of me and on my soul leave the Mob.

Why?

It's plain and simple. I was born into the world. So I will die in this world. My loyalty is as solid as a rock and cannot be wavered, despite the hardship and mistreatment I may consider, the Mob is all I grew up to know.

I was shielded from the world growing up. Heck, I don't even know if I even got a birth certificate or a passport. But the point being, the name Sabina Pavlova does not exist. I'm practically a ghost.

Being the Reaper is easy. I don't see it being just killing people that causes the wrongdoings in this world. It's more like me playing the Devil's advocate and allowing these damned people to beg for forgiveness and mercy. Like a form of repentance.

Finally deciding to lift myself off the bed, I began to shift to sit on the edge.

Well, there's no point in prolonging the inevitable.

Getting up from the bed, I step on the back of my heels and fling them off to the side. Taking a sip from the coffee, I walked towards the rack of dresses and push past the horde of clothes before I can find something slutty and worthy for stripping.

I find a leather corset hanging at the far back corner. Perfect. Pairing it with a pair of lacy stockings and black undergarments, I grab the longest trench coat I could find to at least save me some dignity.

I looked to the side where a full length mirror stood as I tighten the corset behind me, watching my breasts spill out of place.

The black material hugged my body in all the right places; in perfect synchrony with my tanned complexion, the two colors clashed flawlessly as I paired the my outfit with Louboutin heels.

Wrapping my hair effortlessly into a messy bun, I allow a few brown strands to fall on the side.

Opening a drawer, I took out a piece of holster and wrapped it around my inner thigh.

I walked towards the clumped up dresses and pushed them to either sides, revealing a digital lock in the farthest corner.

I put in my pin to uncover the collection of weapons I keep hidden in my closet, away from prowling eyes.

The Pakhan and Dimitri wouldn't allow me to keep any weapons. They still think I don't even know how to hold a gun.

But little do they know..

So, this secret collection is hidden away from the maids and anyone else that come lurking into my room, just in case they go report it and take them all way.

My eyes searched through the different weapons, from AK-47s to little throwing knives.

I wasn't covered by much, so my weaponry of choice has been limited significantly. Deciding on a small knife, I removed it from it's sheath and pushed it in between my breasts, being careful not to accidently stab myself.

As the cold metal touched my skin, it immediately sending a wave of shivers to attack my spine. The comforting sensation puts me into the mood of destruction as I rolled and rubbed the back of my neck, hearing my joints pop. Immediately sinking into a feeling of ease as my body slowly looses and relaxes into a state of tranquillity.

I sighed contently before downing the coffee. The scorching liquid oozed down my throat, filling my empty stomach with its smouldering contents.

Dammit, I should of ate Olga's sandwiches.
I always get hungry from the adrenaline, which is nearly all of the time.

I looked at myself once again in the mirror.

Make up? Why not?

I took out lip gloss from the drawer and coated my full lips with it. Sparkling under the light above as I wiped the dripping liquid from the corners.

My feline eye shape already gave the illusion of eyeliner, saving me the trouble of doing it myself whilst my thick brows shaped my face ideally. The curved eyelashes alludes me of having long lashes, framing my emerald eyes beautifully and bringing more attention towards it.

My green eye color was a gift passed down from my fallen Mother.

Olga says my eye color is unique in Russia, and those who have them have a special connection with nature and give off an aura of mystery.

If that were true, it would definitely explain lots of things.

And I'm also guessing that's why the Pakhan rarely looks at me... saves him the trouble of taking of having a trip down memory lane.

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Just before I walked out of my room, I grabbed a small knife and hid it inside the bundle of hair on top of my head.

You can never be too careful..

Prancing towards the door, I took the quickest exit to go outside the manor; trying my best to avoid catching the attention of the workers or guards.

However, the clinking of my heels didn't do me any justice.

Stepping down the main stairway to the foyer, Olga appears in front of me.

"Young lady." She scowled with scrunched up eyebrows.

"Olga?" I retorted cheekily as I placed my final step.

"Eat."

To my surprise, she handed me a sandwich with a warm smile and the familiar tender eyes I've grown to love and cherish.

I gracefully took the sandwich from her frail hands, stroking the back as I looked at her dotingly.

Her translucent iris of hazy blue clouded her orbs, contrasted with the opaqueness of her black pupils. Reminding me of how she's one of the good in this dirty world.

"I'm sorry for my outburst." I apologized guiltily as I break eye contact.

Her soft hands cup my cheeks and lifts them to look back down at her, welcoming her affectionate eyes as they searched my own.

"Don't apologize moy malen'kiy tsvetok *." She cooed as her thumb rubbed small circles on my cheekbones.

* moy malen'kiy tsventok = my little flower

Lifting my free hand, I covered hers with my own. I closed my eyes thoughtfully, savoring the warmth emitting from her hands as my lips kissed her forehead.

Breaking away, she raised my hand as she took a good look at me.

"Bozhe * You look beautiful darling." She gasped as her eyes widened, pushing me to arms length and trying to take a peek through the long trench coat covering my body. I giggled at her expression, shying away as my eyes met the floor and my hands made sure to double knot the belt.
"Where are you going?"

* Bozhe = good god

"No where special." I shrugged as I bit into the sandwich, muffling my speech.

The heavenly taste of goodness dissolved into my mouth as soon as the soft bread touched my tongue.

Her brows pointed suspiciously, she pressed her lips into a thin line as she hummed in a sarcastic manner.

I smiled mischievously before kissing her lightly on her cheek as I hurriedly made my way past her and towards the door.

"Poka*!" I called out as I reached the door, closing it quickly behind before she could reply.

*Poka = bye

I exhaled deeply as I leaned against the grand door before seeing Igor waiting patiently besides the black SUV.

I inhaled the midnight breeze.

The sky was a blank canvas, painted with blackness that filled the abyss. Making it seem as though the world was hopeless, the night air was voided and still.

But, as you looked into the sky more deeply, you can see the sparkling glints of dotted luster twinkled from a distance.

Shining brightly from the blackened gulfs, shone the stars as the beamed down; peaking from the unknown as the serve as a means for hope.

My gaze then trailed to the lavender roses in the corner of the terrace.

I sauntered my way there as I ate my remaining bit of the sandwich, caressing the delicate petals and feeling the smoothing texture tingle my fingertips.

Pulling the knife tangled into my hair, I skillfully cut the stem of 2 roses; unleashing it from its raveled components.

Bringing the flowers to my nose, I breathed in it's delicate aroma as I made my way to the car.

Igor opened the car, allowing me to slide in the back as he closed the door behind. 

"You took forever." Ruslan announces besides me as I begin to get comfortable in my seat.

I paid him no attention as I continued to study the roses tentatively.

These type of roses don't have thorns. A completely innocent flower with no traces of sin or malice. Some would describe it as the epitome of purity, symbolizing the unknown in our world where only good exists and bad is just an illusion.

I guess that's why it's my signature flower.

Authors Note:

Thank you guys for being patient. I'm sorry for the inactivity, it will get better soon I promise <3
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