I hear a knock on the door, my hand swiftly moves to hold my gun. It was my birthday just last week and now here I stand ready to kill anyone who walks through that door.

How did I end up here you might ask? Should I start from the very beginning?

When I was born- forget it... I am not exactly good at doing stories, so I'll just get straight to the point.

I am Eliana Morris, the daughter of Andre Morris... and if you don't know who he is, well he is the king of the underworld, or that's what he used to be. Sounds cool right? Mafia parents, amazing life? Well the answer is no.

My parents made me lose the only precious thing I might have had, what you may ask? It's my childhood.

On my 16th birthday instead of handing me toys my lovely father handed me a gun.

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"Kill him Eliana, you are my sweet princess aren't you?" my father said in a manipulative tone, I was standing in the hall of our mansion, vintage carpet under my feet, the room decorated with a golden chandelier with some antique experience couches.

My dad always had the eye for the best thing, he wanted perfection, and ironically he called me perfect. "KILL HIM!" my father's voice screamed bringing me back to reality, I looked at my hand that had a black pistol, with our mafia's print on it, a cheetah... I always wondered why.

I look at the man in front of me, he used to be my father's right-hand man, a father figure to me, all the sweet memories I have in my life were somewhat created by him Hugo Loris.

Yet now he was kneeling down on the ground, he betrayed my father, he sold out our smuggling information, I looked at Hugo, his face had nothing but bruises, his right eye bloody red, blood dripping down his lips, and scars all over his body.

Suddenly my father stood behind me and smiled, "Eliana my princess, let me show you how you should treat the one who betrays" he whispered with the maniac voice of his as he made me hold the gun, directing it towards Hugo.

My body trembled in fear, I couldn't possibly kill a man, I was 16 and today was supposed to be my birthday, until I came downstairs and my father asked me to kill the only man in this lifeless mansion who made me feel loved.

My father's hand reached my shoulder "shoot" he said, his voice making me sick from my gut "father please" I say in a trembling tone.

"God damn it Eliana!" he said angrily as he pulled the trigger while I still had the run in my hand, and there I saw it, with a loud noise of the gun I went numb when I saw Hugo drop dead on the floor...

His eyes lifeless, somehow reminding me of how every time I used to cry he picked me up in his arms and wiped my tears, how he was more like a father to me than the one whose blood I was.

My eyes travel to his son, Edward, he was a few years older than me, yet he didn't have any mercy in his face as he watched his dad die.

"That's my girl, my perfect daughter" my father's words broke the silence. I looked at him, my eyes were teary, but they refused to fall...

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I didn't realize it then, but something died in me, I am 18 now and I don't believe happiness exists, I kill for fun, and for money.

Again the knock on the door catches my attention, the grip of the gun in my hand tightened. I walk closer to the door and look through the eyehole, realizing it was just a food delivery guy I open the hiding my gun behind me as I take the pizza he handed me and left.

I close the door and sigh, yes I don't Live with my father anymore but he does send me emails every now and then with information of a person and I being his "perfect daughter" kill them mercilessly.