Chapter 2: For the Family

Just another day with my family. My identical twin brother, Feliciano, came up to me with a note in hand. He wasn't a killer like me, he was too happy and wouldn't dare to hurt someone, except for that one Turkish guy… Feliciano gets to spend all day with Grandpa in a suit. He does nothing for our family but he's still Grandpa's favorite. I despise him…

"Fratello!" Feliciano called out. He made his way to the couch as I was watching reruns, again and again. The note he held in his hand was signed "Lovino". Great, another task.

"What is it, Feliciano?" I didn't bother to even turn my head to face him.

"Grandpa told a-me to give it to you." He handed me the note, or rather dropped it on my head. "I think it's another hurting mission." Hurting mission? What a child, he can't say killing or something?

"Let's see who the victim is today." I replied.

"Wow, Fratello, you're so brave! I'll leave you to do your work!" I heard his footsteps quiet as he walked out of the room. I saw him shaking as he left the room.

"What an idiot…" He obviously wanted an excuse to leave the room because he didn't like it when I killed. I opened up the note that was written in Grandpa's beautiful cursives. It read:

"Lovino,

Today, you know you have a very important task. Through our connections, it seems that a spanish man named Antonio Fernández Carriedo seems to know about our little family. I met him once, but I couldn't kill him because I was in Spain, his home country. He may be growing suspicion about us and we can't afford the risk. He's a detective out to execute all the bad in the world, us included. And, he's a very rich man. He can do what ever he pleases because of the power he holds. But we will make sure he steps down from his high horse of his. If you don't want to see either of us dead, kill the man. Pack your basket, my boy. Your time is very limited.

With love,

Grandpa"

Grandpa thinks that I will believe that he loves me. Jerk! I know he doesn't. He cherishes my idiot of a brother Feliciano more! I do all the work and what does he do? Nothing!

Whatever, a job is a job. I have more money than what Feliciano can make sitting around with Grandpa. I packed my basket with a set of clean clothes and my stabbing knife, Coltello. What? I can name my knife if I wanna, got a problem with that?!

Luckily, Grandpa always prints a map into the woods on the back of the letter or else I would be wandering.

Fucking hell. Why do I have to do all the work?