“So…pretty.”
Ryland snickers, mumbling “that’s a first”, and Sparrow punches his arm, telling him to get the girl’s clothes. She can’t believe her boss spent 75 thousand dollars on this girl. She’s strung out and useless…and just a damn kid. Sparrow is nowhere near a saint and deserves her own room in hell, but even the mafia doesn’t do shit like this. She definitely will have her hands full training her.
“Get her clothes and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Sparrow doesn’t want to stay here any longer than she has to. She gathers the high girl in her arms as Ryland gathers her things, which isn’t much. It’s clear these guys are taking advantage of her. Sparrow sighs, quickly dresses the girl, leaving the drug infested house and going to the waiting SUV.
She hates being on babysitter duty. It’s a waste of time but her job is to follow her bosses orders. And Roman ordered her to pick up and train this girl.
They drive off and Sparrow makes the call to her boss.
“How did it go?”
“We are on our way back but…”
“What is it?”
“Are you sure this is the girl? She’s in pretty bad shape.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s clearly sick and pumped up with drugs. I noticed cocaine, weed, and cold medicine. I’m not sure how much they gave her and neither are they. She’s shaking like she’s freezing but she’s sweating like a damn hog, her nose is snotty and gross. She’s just all around banged up. Also her face is swollen like she got beat. She was in underwear in the bed of one of the guys when we picked her up. It’s clear she’s sick.” Sparrow hears her boss sigh but doesn’t ask any questions or state her suspicions.
She just waits for orders.
“Is she stable enough to make the drive to the facility?” Sparrow looks at the girl curled up on her lap.
“I believe so, sir.”
“Then head there first. She begins her training when she’s stable. Take her to the doctor when you arrive.”
“Yes sir.”
“I have work to attend to, I’ll leave her training to you Sparrow.”
“Yes sir.”
“Keep me updated and let me know when you think she is ready.”
“Yes sir.” Roman hangs up and Sparrow spends the next hour and a half reading the file of her new trainee.
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One Week Later
I wake up in a white sterile concrete room with nothing but the hard metal bed and firm mattress I’m lying on. My bags are in the corner of the room and there’s 2 sliding doors out of some sci-fi movie.
Where the hell am I? It’s too clean for even Travis and that’s saying something.
What the fuck happened to me? The last thing I remember…no, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is getting the fuck out of here. Which is looking impossible. What’s with these doors? I get off the bed and stretch, looking around the bare room. It’s definitely not where I imagined I’d wake up if I was ever kidnapped. Definitely nicer than most places I stayed in. They even gave me clean clothes, they feel expensive too. I’m keeping them. I go over to my bags and look through my things. I still have the food I bought and my gun, unfortunately only one bullet. Whoever took me took the rest, but why leave me the gun at all? I keep the familiar metal in a firm grasp in my hand as I put the snacks into my bag. I sling it over my shoulder and look around again.
How long was I out? The phone I had is gone. I’m not sure what time it is, it could be 1 a.m for all I know. I shake my head again and focus. None of that matters right now.
There has to be a camera somewhere. Whoever took me wouldn’t leave me and not monitor me. They’ll be back eventually. The doors are impossible to open, there’s no panel or button or anything. I even checked around it like they do in movies and nothing.
“So I’m stuck here. It beats the snow I guess.” I go back to the bed with my bag as I try to remember what happened.
I was with Travis and I felt like shit. We got higher than I ever have before and after that everything is hazy. Ugh, what the fuck did those guys do to me? My face isn’t swollen anymore but still…did they knock me out or something? I don’t feel bad though, in fact, I feel better than I have in a long time. And sober.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been sober.
The sliding doors open and a tattooed woman and man in a suit walk in. She seems familiar but I know I’ve never met her before.
“Nice to see you’re finally awake.”
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“Oh it’s you, I saw you before I passed out.”
“So you remember what happened. That’s good I suppose. Follow me, leave the bag, this will be your new room.” She doesn’t say anything about the gun in my hand, so I keep it firmly in my grasp. I follow her and the mysterious man out of the room and down the blank sterile walls. It’s clear where in some type of facility I just hope I’m not going to be experimented on.
“I’m Sparrow, behind you is Ryland” I glance behind me at the well dressed man who smiles and waves. Ignoring him I look around, seeing nothing but cameras in the ceiling.
“You’re at the Stone mafia training facility, your little buddies sold you to my boss.” Kyle and Travis sold me? Those fucking bastards and to the damn mafia?! That’s why Travis wanted to get me so damn high, fucking asshole. But I’m even more angry at myself. The one time I let my guard down I get fucking sold to the mafia.
Just great. How am I supposed to escape the damn mafia? What if they make me some type of sex space? Fuck that I’d rather die before that happens.
“You’re pretty quiet for someone who just got sold. Most people would freak out by now.”
“Freaking out won’t change anything” I mumble as we get to what looks like a giant gym. There’s a large area where men and women are fighting on mats, weights, treadmills, bikes, everything to stay in shape. I guess she did say it is a training facility.
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it. Do you have any questions?” I haven’t heard much about the Stone mafia only to avoid them at all cost. Ironic since those warnings came from the 2 people who betrayed me. My hand tightens around the gun as I look around.
“What will you make me do?”
“I’m going to train you to become an assassin for the Stone mafia. You will do as you’re told, kill who you’re told, how you’re told to kill them, no questions asked. You have some experience so you should be able to get through training, if not…” Sparrow pulls out a gun faster than I’ve ever seen, cocked and ready to fire between my eyes. I fight down my nerves and calm the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Don’t panic.
She smirks, putting her gun away and stepping onto an open mat.
“Alright newbie, let’s see what you can do.”
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I groan as I’m slammed down on the mat for the 10th time. This bitch can fucking fight. Between her hard ass punches, her grappling and holds, and her strength, I don’t see how I can win. She’s definitely an assassin.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me” I roll out of the way as her boot comes down on the mat.
“Welcome to the mafia sweetheart, get your ass up. Stop complaining and don’t just lie there unless you want to die.” She’s been giving me instructions as she kicks my ass but she has a counterattack for everything. We continue “sparring” if you call her repeatedly slamming me into the mats for another 30 minutes.
“Well you’re not completely hopeless like I thought. Get water then meet me on the treadmill.” I sigh, but do as I’m told. Even if this is an ass whooping it’s certainly better than what I was doing before.
Clearly Kyle and Travis had every intention to fuck me over one day and they could’ve sold me to a way worse person. From growing up on the streets I know an opportunity when I see it. And this is an opportunity.
I just have to play my cards right.
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3 Months Later
I’ve been in the facility for about 3 months now. I’ve been training with Sparrow every day. She kicks my ass daily but she also looks out for me as well. It took me a while, but for the first time I trust someone. She doesn’t coddle me or intentionally hurt me more than she has to. I respect her and she’s done everything to make sure I’m stronger. Combat, weapons, strength and agility, everything to make me the perfect assassin. She’s even kept me clean the entire time I’ve been here, much to my disagreement.
The only thing I haven’t done is kill someone.
Sparrow says I’ve done well in my training so I’ll be ready to complete my training and be initiated. I’ll have to meet the family and the rest of the mafia.
Apparently that’s the last part of my training and the “boss” will oversee who I have to kill. I have yet to meet the man in charge of us assassins. It’s not the head of the mafia like I expected but his assistant. Whoever the guy is, he’s just as respected as Mr. Stone.
His name is Roman and he was adopted by Mr. Stone as a child. He’s extremely talented, smart and highly regarded among the guards. Aside from that and the fact that he personally wanted to buy me, I don’t know anything about the guy.
Sparrow tries to flip me over her shoulder but I land in a low crouch, twisting my arm free from her tight grasp, ignoring her nails tearing into my skin. I send a low kick to her ankle and she staggers back, giving me an opening to kick her stomach. She falls back and I quickly slide over, sitting on her arms and pulling out my pocket knife, holding it to her neck. She smiles and nods.
“Good job, your training is done. You’re ready.” I put the knife away and got off of her, helping her up.
“Are you sure? That’s the first time I’ve won and I’m sure you could’ve kept going.” Sparrow smacks me in the head as she grabs a towel.
“Don’t doubt yourself. I’m the one that trained you after all. If you’re pathetic it’ll reflect on me.” Sparrow slings an arm around my shoulder. She’s the only person here I let get this close. Needless to say after the whole ordeal with Travis and being sold, I learned my lesson. Sparrow makes me feel safe because she doesn’t sugarcoat anything. She never tried to reassure me, just told me to believe in my potential.
I follow Sparrow to the water station and lean against the wall. “So what now?”
“The boss will oversee your training from here. You’ll be assigned to kill someone and if it goes well then you’ll be introduced to the rest of the mafia and the family.”
“By boss do you mean Roman?” I’ve been dreading meeting the guy honestly. Even if everybody does talk him up, it could be because of fear.
“Yeah, Roman, he’s the one responsible for us, I guess you could say.” I stare at my shoes, glaring at the thought of having to meet my buyer.
“Do I have to meet him? I’d rather just keep working with you.” I catch the water bottle before it hits my face and send an accusatory glare Sparrow’s way.
“Don’t look at me like that, you knew this was coming.”
“I know but I’m not good with people you know that.”
“Trust me, I know, Ryland whines to me every day that you hate him. But Roman is a good guy I’m sure) you’ll get along.” How good of a guy can he be if he’s in the mafia? And has the interest of purchasing young innocent girls.
Okay I’m not innocent and I’m not that young but still…he’s probably old and gross. Sparrow sighs, coming over to me and rubbing my head
“I can’t watch over you forever you know.”
“I know but…” being in the mafia doesn’t sound so bad with you around. I scold myself at my immature childish and dependent thinking. Since when did I get so clingy and pathetic. I never depend on anyone but the thought of having to face this all alone…has me wanting to panic.
“You’ll be fine, you’re my protégé, just call and I’ll be there, alright.” Sparrow has a soft smile before it transforms into a smirk and she’s slapping the back of my head.
“Look at you turning me into a pussy. Go get ready, you’re meeting Roman tonight.” I sigh and go to the room I’ve called home for the past 3 months. Maybe it won’t be so bad, being sold hasn’t been the worst thing to happen to me, however…
This could be the beginning of my journey through hell.