Okay I will keep updating as much as I can but I can't say how much I can update in the upcoming days. I will try to finish but I feel this story has a long way to go. So I will make it as good as possible. I am thinking of editing it before continuing but I guess editing can wait. ;) So anyways grab your juice and popcorn and sit on the roller-coaster to unravel the mystery behind this story. 

Now onto the story, 

Giuseppe Milano sat at his desk rubbing his forehead. 47 was becoming too much of a problem for them now. He had lost all his mates to mysterious deaths which was causing a lot of fear to bubble in his stomachs, the worst one being Robert Fuchs aka the meat king and his best mate. What if he was next? 

His underworld needed him. His family needed him. His mistresses too would not be able to fend for themselves but that was the least of his worries. Even though he was unfaithful to his wife, he had to survive for her. He loved her more than anything else and would do anything for her safety and well-being. Hence the mistresses. No one would know about his wife.

No one knew who his weakness was. It was his beautiful wife and little daughter, who was the apple of his eyes. He would do anything for them. Even if it meant dying. 

Milano knew one thing. 47 was sharp. Sharper than the blood diamond introduced in the Mafia world. What if 47 decodes his weakness? No way! That could not happen. He had to crush 47 into pieces before that. Nobody had ever seen Milano. Heck nobody even knew who was Giuseppe Milano except for the fact that Milano belonged to Russian descent. He was practically untouchable, until now.

"DADDY!" A sweet voice squealed and jumped on Milano's lap. This whooshed Milano's fears for a while. 

"My Princess." He hugged her close to his chest and twirled around. His eyes fell on his innocent and young wife, who was smiling like the angel she was, at the duo in front of her. Guilt flashed in his mind, at the thought of her safety being at stake, for a millisecond but vanished as soon as it came. He kissed his daughter's puffy cheeks and put her down. Then opened his arms out to which his wife ran into.

"My angel." He hugged her in a death grip, worried that she would vanish into thin air. 

"My protector." These two words were enough to make the world's most dreaded Don stiffen and determined to be what his wife wanted from him. 

"My enemies will never be able to reach you. Not even over my dead body!" Milano growled out, his lips skimming her ears, with a cold look forming in his eyes. His wife stepped out of the embrace and placed her soft palm over his lips. 

"Never, for the love of God, say such horrendous words, especially in front of our daughter. Ever!" His wife glared at him while Milano smiled through her hand.

"Alright! Whatever my woman says." With that he embraced her again. He needed no one else in his life. But he needed his mistresses for they were nothing but human shields and release tanks where he could have his share of fun.

She looked down and looked into his eyes again. 

"I saw a  blonde girl wal-" before she could finish he attacked her lips in a passionate lip lock. He broke apart and said, 

"You are the only one I will ever love or want. Ever." 

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Dr. Chrome stood beside the rails of the bridge placing his hands on them and letting the cool breeze blow on his face. On the other hand, Jack was pacing impatiently behind him. 

"What the hell do you mean?" He asked aggravated upon hearing the violation of his girlfriend.................with a machine. 

"Yes this is how we can keep Sandra," Dr. Chrome paused on seeing Jack's sharp glare, "I mean Sasha safe." 

"You don't get it do you. That hit man is after my girl." Jack roared at Chrome, who was calm on the outside but inside he was fuming. How could this boy talk about his son in such a disgusting way? It was not as if 47 had bad intentions for her. 

"Mr. Hayden, I shall not bear you talk so sourly about my son. He would never harm Sandra. This is why I have recreated Sandra for my son." Dr. Chrome knew he had to handle it very carefully, else his secret agency and laboratory would be found which was bad. Very bad. 

"My apologies sir, but I reckon that 47 should just forget her. What if people misinterpret between the two? It would be awful if the underworld is after my girl because of her clone. And Sasha remembers nothing about her life as Sandra." Jack said with a heavy heart. 

"Then you should have-" Jack furiously cut him off. 

"I would have never given her over to that nut case of an assassin!" He bellowed out. This was the breaking point. Dr. Chrome was beyond furious hearing such horrendous words being spoken about his son in his presence and he took no effort in hiding it. 

The two glared at each other as if a battle was being fought with their eyes acting as weapons. After a stare down match, Dr. Chrome took the chloroform filled napkin and jabbed it on Jack's nose. Jack fought against the death grip but gave up when the overwhelming smell of the chloroform shut his senses.

"I guess I must take away that beautiful memory of yours." With that he lifted Jack's body and was going to place him in his van when a shriek stopped him.

"Wait! Where are you taking him?" Dr. Chrome turned to see Sasha aka Sandra running towards him while huffing out deep puffs of air. He dropped Jack on the ground and got into his van which sped soon after.