Alison Duncan was twelve when her father Charles sat next to her and put her hands over his shoulder. She still remembered turning to her father and he gave her a serious look. Charles pulled a gun to the girl. It was a small but very good revolver. She remembers to this day when she asked her father why he was giving her this. His father just laughed and said something that defined his whole life.

"Hey my little star, it's time you got to know the legacy of our family." He let out a sigh before continuing. "The Duncan are not like functional families. The business of our family involves blood and courage. Blood because of the things you're going to do, the people you're going to reap. Mow your lives. Courage, because to kill a man you need to have courage and cunning. "

"But father killing is not wrong," the girl asked.

"Killing is our job. We are like death itself, my dear. No matter the circumstances or who your target is. It does not matter if your target is guilty or innocent. When you get to do a job, you automatically have to pull the trigger. If killing is wrong it does not matter but doing your job well done, so the police do not fuck with you. "He said with a smile. "Alison, I wanted you to have a different life, but that's not possible. Not when you're a Duncan. I'm so sorry."

"Father, all right. I will kill with greater pleasure for you. I kill animals all the time, so it will not be difficult, "she said with a smug smile.

"Killing animals is one thing, killing people is completely different. "Your dad says shaking his head.

" Course is. People are animals, only rational. In the end all humans act like animals and all the news of crimes around the world, only prove this. "

"Daughter, you need to know that this is a path with no return. From the point where he will begin to kill, his soul will have a place reserved in the eternal fire of hell. You will never have a happy family and will not live in a house with a white fence and a large dog. Your life will basically be your job and some small pleasures on the way. "Charles warned his daughter that he just smiled.

"Dad, you know I'm not like other girls my age. While the other girls in this damn place bother writing their shit in newspapers, barbies and boys, I worry about how long it will take before you train me, or what animal I'm going to torture and kill. I do not want a fucking white fence and a fucking dog. Fuck the perfect life, I want to be a Duncan and have my hands dirty with blood, "Alison says with a dreamy gleam in her eyes.

"Darling, you have just chosen your way forward, and I will respect you. So let's go! Let's start the training "Your father says and the same jumps from the place of so much animation.

(...)

Years later

"Sweetheart, the problem is I'm not interested," Alison whispers to the gray-haired man underneath.

Alison wore only a black lingerie that made her extremely sensual. Her make-up was still perfect and her scent matter filled every part of the large luxurious room. His eyes glittered as he stared at the confusion in his target's eyes.

She was once at a masquerade and her target was a large landowner. His name was Gregory Blake. His client who preferred not to identify himself and gave him a false name that was Bobby, had hired the same to get the same out of circulation. As always Alison did not ask unnecessary questions to her client. She does not want to know the reasons but rather when the money will stop in her account.

"What?" Gregory says confused.

Before she even asked any questions, Alison gave her a baptized drink. He accepted without hesitation and drank everything quickly. That poison that Alison had put on it had been a personal request from the client. She just wanted to have cut Gregory's throat, but she accepted that it was time to have more sophisticated means of killing.

The poison did not take long to take effect. Soon, Gregory began to release white foam and his eyes widened. He was dying. Alison stood up and looked the same.

"I'm not interested in your dick getting inside me. "She said with a laugh and finished drinking her glass. She wore a different dress this time. He also took the cup he drank and threw it in his bag, for there were his vestiges in it. Since she was wearing gloves the whole time there were no fingerprints.

She then grabbed her big purse and turned to her target making sure she was really dead. He gave a satisfied smile and left the room happy. The part of leaving the building was easy, it moved like a ghost and was never repaired. When she left, she went to her car. Or rather, one of his cars.

(...)

All these years Alison has become a big name in the underworld of crime. A cold killer set up to kill. She raised Duncan's business to another level. They were not just shit killers now with debts to pay. They were now working to eliminate the elite.

The new rule was if you paid yourself another $ 50,000 a minimum, you could get in the queue of customers. Now they could even choose the targets that would bring them more money.

Alison had been alone since her father retired because of her old age and constant back pain. He lived in a quiet place in Montana. Hope County. He lived on a farm Alison bought so he could get busy.

Just then, Alison was asleep when her cell phone rang. "Fuck!" She murmured, determined to ignore him. However, the person persisted and Alison got up to answer. She took the cell phone.

"Get your butt over here, right away." Her father yelled from the other end of the line.

"But, Dad, I have some work," she tried to argue.

"Fuck your jobs. There are some fucking crazy people wanting to take my ranch out. I'll need help to eliminate these bastards, "he said with obvious anger in his voice.

"I'm coming in the morning." She said, giving up, she'd already learned that arguing with her father was always about nothing.

"Alison, be careful. Things are crazy here, "he warned.

"You should warn those bastards that are disturbing you, that the angel of death is coming and I'm going to do a pretty damage!" Alison smirked.