Late at night, it was dark and the air stinging lightly against my skin from upcoming winter. I headed inside the abandoned building and to the 15th floor, humming a quiet tune as I failed to hide a grin on my face when I entered the room. If it wasn’t my enemy’s darling daughter..

Adjusting my gloves, I circled around the little mafia princess who was now bounded to her chair, unarmed. A smirk playing on my lips when I settled on my seat. I flipped through the files my men got about her.

“Oh look who it is, daddy’s princess has been caught in her little killing spree.” I mocked in parody of a pity. “We have to stop meeting like this, darling. It’s too pitiful.. you’re not as vigilant as your father.”

I said almost playfully along with a pout on my face, placing the files down to the table and removed the cloth around her mouth to let her speak.