So here's the quick rundown mates:

1. Apparently, I'ma hitman (innit ironic?)

2. Me and Amelie fucked (she tasted betta then fish n' chips. Ain't nothing betta than that luvs.)

3. Question: Hitman = Promotion? (You would think so, yeah?)

4. Answer: Of fucking course not (Why am I not surprised)

5. Comments: Yanno, I didn't think I'd still be a FUCKING SLAVE (THATS FUCKED UP LUV)

"C'mon Lena. You're so slow." Hana cackled, waving her empty mug in the air as her bratty body sat comfortably of the fucking couch I cleaned two seconds ago.

Sombra chuckled, slapping my ass, as I walked by her to harshly swipe Hana's damn cup from her stupid hands. "I think I like this better than scary, blood thirsty gang leader Lena." The brunette laughed.

I slammed my tray of drinks into the coffee table and turned to Amelie who was, of course, sorting through her dumb files. "Why the bloody hell am I still your slave!?"

"Why?" Her eyes met mine and the room went quiet. "You still have a debt to repay dumbass."

I growled, "So why do I also have to be a murderer!?"

"You don't have to be one. You already were one the minute you shot the first of your thousands of fucking victims." She took out her cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke in my face. "Besides you're the one who shot at my head, bitch."

I rubbed my forehead in irritation, "Maybe you shouldn't of said shit like 'passing my sex slave try outs!?'"

"Oh was that not what the sex was?" Amelie lifted an eyebrow, "You were doing a hell of a job kissing up to your Mistress, non chérie?"

My face lit up and I ran up to her desk, the sounds of soft laughter coming from the other mobsters. "Stop fucking talking about it." I whispered.

She leaned into my face and smirked, "Ah but, you left me wanting more." Suddenly, the huntress's lips were pressed onto mine. I widened my eyes and pushed the sexy pervert back, turning to the wide-eyed grins of my douchebag friends.

General P.O.V.

Lena's face was painted in a red blush, nearly passing out from the embarrassment. "For such an abrasive slut in bed, you act like a virgin." Amelie sighed.

"Is this how it is everyday?" Bridgette whispered to Gerard who sat next to her, enjoying the scene.

Gerard chuckled and leaned back into the couch, "For the most part. Lena has yet to hit her and hide in the storage room."

Instantly, the petite slave pulled a holy bible from her bag and slammed into the Boss's beautiful face. The ex-gang members all froze in fear, not familiar with the daily routine. Amelie stood up and instantly Lena blinked out of the door.

"And there it is." Sombra laughed, watching Gabriel hold his superior back from ripping the poor girl in half.

"She's kind of... terrifying." Angela whimpered, looking at Amelie slowly calm down and retreat to her leather chair.

Fareeha laughed, "You have no damn clue."

Angela looked up to Fareeha and laughed, earning a small blush from the egyptian. Angela widened her eyes at her expression and instantly looked away awkwardly, her red face matching her.

McCree rolled his eyes at the developing love interest, "So what do y'all do around here for fun?"

Hanzo looked to the ceiling and pursed his lips in thought, "Sometimes, Lena will gamble with us or make us different drinks to try. Or, sometimes Lena makes us different types of food to judge or teaches us new card games." Amelie's eyebrow twitch at the constant mention of Lena's name.

Bridgette smiled lightly as her other friends repeated the soft action, "She's really impacted you, huh?"

Gabriel chuckled, "She certainly has."

"Especially the Boss." Sombra winked, earning a blushing growl from the demon.

"Like hell she has." She scowled, sinking into her chair, her arms crossed.

Chris rolled his eyes and pushed up his glasses, "Don't you suppose it's a bit late to be saying that, sir? Seeing as you shared an 'intimate' night?"

"Sex." Amelie bluntly put it, "We fucked. Your point?"

Bridgette grinned, twisting her body so her head could rest on the back of the couch and face the Boss. "And what did that sex mean? Did you feel anything?"

"Oh I felt plenty." Amelie smirked in satisfaction, recalling the previous night's events.

Angela blushed at the thought of her Boss and best friend going at it. Hana lifted an eyebrow, "What about emotion? Did your heart skip a beat? Did it feel more amazing than it would with any other girl?"

Amelie stared at the brunette and then shooed her with her hand, "Spare me the fucking romance. It was only especially good because the thing was experienced."

Chris grinned, "So you wouldn't mind if I tried to hit that then?"

The demon didn't even spare the Ginger a glare as her hand flung a knife, of which somehow appeared in her hand, into the wall, right next to his face. Chris nearly shit himself and sank to the floor, "I apologize oh mighty Goddess!"

"I really wish the two of yall weren't so dense." Jesse sighed, leaning on his arm, "At least Zarya could admit to her feelings to her. Boss, you're on a whole other level."

Amelie hissed, "Don't think because you're new I won't pop a silver cap through your damn skull."

"What exactly was Zarya and Lena's relationship anyway?" Chria yawned.

The room grew a bit silent, clearly proving "Zarya" was a touchy subject. Angela was the first to speak, "That's really hard to say. Lena was really fucked up, her entire life really was just so unbelievably cruel. And Zarya was a sort of... I guess a 'support' system she could hold onto. She appeared out of no where and joined the gang. Almost two days after we met her, the two were sleeping together."

"Oh man, those two were a pain in the ass. Zarya was the obsessive puppy type and you'd never see the girl with out her humping at her fucking leg." Bridgette chuckled, "It was clear Zarya was completely and undoubtedly in love with Lena but, she never returned her feelings."

"Lena was kind of cruel..." she continued, "She knew Zarya was in love with her so she used her feelings to gain pleasure. At the time, I think all she wanted was some sort of icon that would give her 'love' but, she definitely wasn't ready to give it back."

Amelie chuckled, lighting her signature pipe, "Maybe the asshole shouldn't of been such a dick. Killing her dad?" The woman clenched her jaw, as though the death of her father affected her. "She doesn't want that sort of bullshit love."

"You would know." Hana chuckled under her breath.

McCree shrugged, "For the most part, they were really just fuck buddies. As far as I know, the girl doesn't even know what being in love feels like."

Amelie closed her eyes and blew out a puff of smoke and sighed, "She's not the only one."

Lena's P.O.V.

I went back to the Rape Coffin after 2 hours of hiding out, the usual amount, and came into a calm room. For some reason, I had a feeling they were talking shit about me before.

Amelie looked up and I hitched a breath, afraid she may be holding a grudge longer than usual.

"Pet." She called, making me question whether I should push her out the fucking window or not, "And you new hoes, come."

I cautiously made my way to her desk, my friends meeting me there. We exchanged glances before giving our attention to the Demon Boss. "I'm putting your asses on a mission." She pulled out a file and opened it, with pictures and papers with tons of words written on them sprawled out inside. "This Mafia is called Numbani. A couple of my boys got in a fight with their men last week and ended up giving us some information. Apparently they know about the data, whether this shitty Family actually has it or not isn't confirmed. I want you to infiltrate their base and find out what exactly is their connection."

I waited for someone to say "okay" but it seemed my friends were looking to me for more orders. I was lying if I said I didn't like the bit of power. I took the folder and nodded, "Yes, sir."

Amelie smirked, those stupid gorgeous eyes only directed on mine. "Don't disappoint, Miss Chérie."

I chuckled and winked, backing up, "Never do, luv."

8-8-8

All of us stood in the entrance of the base, which was actually under-fucking-ground, with two dead guards in each hand. I threw them into the wall and looked back to my allies whom were finishing up their fights. I suppose it'd be fucked up to say this but, this murder business gave me a sort of high no drug could ever produce.

I moved forward, entering the next room where more fucking guards stood, completely shocked to see an intruder. "Omnics, do you guys fucking communicate?" A man held up his gun to me at close range but my bullet beat his. "I mean really, wouldn't you think at least you could hear your friends fucking screaming from next door as we shoot their brains out."

"You bitch!" Before I could react to the running man, four shots came from behind me and they all dropped dead to my feet. I smiled a bit and turned around, seeing McCree blowing on his gun as the others ran it.

The other set of guards started to run through the doors and shots were ringing throughout the room. I ran forward, grabbing onto someone's body for shield as I shot at the lot of bastards. As the numbers quickly decreased, instead of shooting the opponent in from of me in the head, my gun aimed for his shoulder. Taking the opening, I shoved the weak bitch into the wall, the hot metal of my gun pressing into his head. "Where is your Boss?" I whispered.

"Fuck you." He hissed.

I lifted an eyebrow and pulled the knife out from my belt, taking no hesitation to slam the blade into the fabric of his pants, demolishing soft flesh of his dick. He let out a loud, blood curdling scream of which sounded like the song of an angel to my ears. "You can try but, doesn't seem like you'll be able to... now."

"You fucking..." He choked at the pain, drool pouring from his mouth. "Bitch."

I twisted the knife, shrieks filling the now silent room and making my ears buzz with bliss. "Tell. Me." I licked his ear, chuckling.

"L-Last..." His voice was high, "Door to.. to the right."

I smiled and backed up, removing the knife from his balls to shove it into his neck, the blade pinning his body to the wall. McCree let out a laugh as I exited to the hallway, "Rather brutal huh?"

My blood was rushing with ecstasy and I licked my lips with a large grin on my face. I wanted more. The last door appeared and with all my built up excitement, I bursted the door open to the Boss whom's Guards died almost instantly upon our arrival to the room by the shots of the hitman behind me. "W-Wait!" The Boss held up his hands, his face sweating, "Where are you from!?"

I grinned, the others waiting at the door as I advanced forward. "Talon." I smiled, sitting on his desk, my legs crossed. He was shaking... it was pathetic. My finger traced his chin seductively as a frown occupied my face, "I hear you know something about my Boss's stolen data. Care to... share your information?"

"Yeah, right! Their our allies! I wouldn't betray them on my own fucking life."

I lifted an eyebrow and grinned, "Oh c'mon now. I'll give you my information in exchange for yours." I shoved my gun into his chin, "Sound fair?" I didn't wait for a response, "I am Lena Oxton or Morrison, since that's apart of me, I guess. Ex-gang leader. Your murderer. Yada, yada. Your turn."

"Morrison?" His eyes grew dark with his grin and I was taken back by the change of courage. "I knew the bastard had a daughter, but to think she'd be a mobster too is just..."

My eyes widened and I clenched my jaw, "Too? Just what are you saying?"

"Does little Miss Morrison not know her own daddy was-" Suddenly, a shot rang and I watched the Boss's forehead overflow with the color red and fall dead.

I my eyes widened with anger and I turned around to McCree who was putting his gun away, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" My voice was at a low growl.

The cowboy just started at me with his usual eyes, pissing me off. "He gave us everything we needed. It's one of his allies. The Numbani Mafia only has 3 allies."

My body was fuming with rage, "How in hell do you know that?"

Hana grinned, "Business owners, such as our Fathers, were deeply involved with the Mafia World. We know more about it than you do."

I didn't give two shits about that! My body flung forward in a sort of savage manner, "He said my damn Pops was a mobster or some shit! You stopped him mid sentence, what the fuck is wrong with you!?"

Angela rolled her eyes as though I were spouting nonsense, "Are you telling me you are stupid enough to listen to some desperate asshole who's two seconds away from fucking death?"

McCree walked over and I tightened my fist, as if it were instinctual to prepare for a fight. The man just walked past me as my eyes followed him and I watched as he lifted up the dead Boss's limp hand, "Look." There was a gun settled in between his fingers. "He was going to fucking shoot you, you ignorant shit." He dropped the hand and walked closer to me, a threatening glare occupying his eyes. "Don't be an idiot and lose sight of the mission due to your own desires, dumbass."

Was she scolding me? Me?

I lifted an eyebrow and leaned in closer to his sharp glare, "Oh? Are you trying to reprimand me? What a disobedient mutt you've become, hm?"

That was probably the wrong thing to say but, what do expect from two friends whose version of a playdate is a shoot up?

McCree tsked and pulled out a cigar, "Once upon a time princess, I was a 'mutt' of yours, but it looks like to me right now, you're the mutt to Boss, now isn't that right?"

I growled and we stared at each other until he looked down and moved on. "So, what now."

For some reason, I was rather disappointed. I was really looking forward to a more physical fight. But, maybe that was the insane amount adrenaline bursting through my veins talking.

I looked forward and they were all looking at me as though I was their leader. Waiting for orders like some trained servants. Jesus, some things just never change. Not saying that I didn't like it. "Alright, Angie, Bridgette and Genji quickly search the desk for some sort of information. I'm assuming he'll have some reinforcements coming soon, so it'll be better to leave before those bitches arrive."

The three nodded and darted past me to scavenger through the shelves. I shove my gun into my back pocket and exited the room to get some room. Though, the hallway was probably worse, it was stuffy with the scent of blood. But I, rather sinfully, became infatuated with the delicious scent.

Mobster?

That word was filling my brain. For some reason it seemed too coincidental to just brush off. He was gone for more than half of my life and to this day I had no idea what he was doing during that time. I assumed he left because he didn't want a family or some shit. To be honest, it never mattered much to me. I guess I was so desperate for some form of love after Mum died, all it took for me to try and forgive him was the fact that he came back for me.

Was he a mobster?

For some reason it pissed me off at the thought that he'd ditch my family to be apart of another one. Whether or not that "family" was a Mafia.

Would Amelie know?

"Lena." The ringing voice of Lucio made me whip around, returning to reality. The brunette was with the others. He handed me a folder and I looked down to, "We found this. It's checks paid to them from some people with the codename called 'ID.'"

I nodded and took the folder, "There should be a car for us in the back. You guys go first and I'll meet you."

They hesitated before nodding and disappearing down the hall. I stood in place for a moment, trying to relax all the nerves, stress, and adrenaline racing through my body. It was quiet. Finally. I walked down the hall, my footsteps echoing through the silent corridor. I walked back into the Main Office, stepping on the corpses as though they were apart of the floor.

My eyes were emotionless, as though I were some robot. I was focused on one mission, my own mission. My foot mercilessly kicked the Boss's chair, causing the dead man and his throne to fly into the book shelves stapled to the wall. I crouched and started to shuffle through the stacks of folders that were already disorganized and tossed everywhere thanks to Angela and the other two's efforts.

It really was true. Such small, pathetic papers could hold so much precious information. Some that is more valuable than a life. I guess that's why people risk their lives for this shit. All the papers were crimes they'd pinned on someone else or debts they still had to collect. Information on other low-class Mafias.

My hands stopped on the Folder that said "Talon Mafia." I probably shouldn't of peeped at my Mafia's history but, fuck it. I wasn't too surprised when I opened it to fine barely any information since Amelie does a hell of a job covering their tracks. But of course, their was an entire file on the midnight-haired Boss and for some reason under occupation, it said business owner rather than Satan's minion.

My eyes settled on the picture clipped to the file and my heart for some reason started to beat faster. Even in pictures, this woman was undeniably gorgeous. I stared a it for a bit before becoming ashamed of my behavior and slamming the folder close, causing a small bit off air to follow the action.

As though Fate was in my favor, the thing I was searching for, but didn't think I'd actually find, flew into my lap from the piles of papers scattered all over the place. I hitched a breath and widened my eyes in disbelief. On this white piece of paper stood my Father's face but, he looked so young.

Jack Morrison

Status: Unknown.

Occupation: Unknown.

-Has a Daughter & Wife. Whereabouts unknown.

-Father & Mother. Status unknown. Whereabouts unknown.

-Retired. Whereabouts unknown. Status unknown.

Unknown. Unknown. Unknown. This piece of paper contained everything I already knew about the asshole. Nothing.

My fingers dug into the paper until my nails ripped it. "A gangster?" I crumpled it and stood up, throwing the worthless information into the pile of dead men as I walked out. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

I don't think I was as pissed as I was surprised. There was no point in being angry at the bastard for leaving us for a Mafia since he was already dead. What else could I do? Shoot his buried corpse out of a fit of rage?

I just had questions now.

Who was my Dad? Where did I come from? What was his reason for leaving? What Mafia was he apart of? Who was his Boss? Was he threatened like me? Or did he leave just because he's an asshole? Why did he "retire?" Was it for me? Or was he kicked out and had nowhere to go?

Was he a good man? Or was he bad?

By the time I was able to distract myself from these thoughts, I felt the cold night air against my skin and looked up to see I was outside. There were two limos and it seemed my friends were all fitting into one. "You completed it with no scratches." Sombra popped up behind me. "Impressive."

I shrugged and cracked my shoulder, feeling the wetness of the fresh blood of my victims on my palm. "It wasn't just me. Your girlfriend and the others were there."

She laughed, "Are you sure you guys were just a gang?"

We walked towards the car and I yawned, "When you grow up killing, you get pretty good at it."

I walked towards the cars my friends were flooding into but someone was tugging on my arm, immobilizing me. I hissed and turned around, half preparing to pull out my gun and the other half annoyed at being stopped. Gerard held up his hands at my threatening glare and I let out a somewhat relieved sigh, "Woah."

"Really? You're going to come behind a girl who was just in a mobster infested building and grab her?" I shook my head.

He laughed and rubbed the back of his head, "Well, you're going to the wrong car."

"Wrong?" I lifted an eyebrow, "Isn't that one going to the base?"

Fareeha nodded and smiled, coming into our conversation. "You aren't going to the base."

"Oh, really?" I closed my eyes, exhausted.

"Boss gave orders that you'll be giving her your report at her house. If we don't bring you, she also added she'll hang us by our 'disgusting throats'." The woman grinned.

Why me? I groaned as I walked to the car where I was handed the folder I previously gave to Bridgette . "This is bullshit."

"You should feel honored, chica." Sombra scooted in, in front of me as Gerard followed and Fareeha sat next to me.

"Yeah, Boss doesn't let anyone into her house." Gerard closed his eyes. "Any of us would die for that kind of attention from the bitch."

"Why?" I lifted an eyebrow, "Are you guys like th-"

"WE AREN'T LIKE THOSE MAFIAS." Sombra hissed.

Everything paused and we all looked at each other, before shivering. Those type of mafias, where it's like a fucking kink warehouse, are the fucking worst.

But I laughed aand Fareeha added, "It's just the guy has basically been our savior since the first time we all came here."

"Savior?" I rolled my eyes, "The guy wouldn't save a fly."

The car started and Gerard began to speak, "I used to work for another Mafia. A real fucking shitty one. My dad worked there so I grew up as their little play thing as a kid and beat the shit out of me from a day to day basis. One day Talon had some beef with those assholes and instead of killing me, Amelie spared me and offered me a new life here, working under her."

Amelie... spared Gerard? I bit my cheek, trying not to smile at how out of character and sweet that sounded.

"Well, me and the Boss met under different circumstances. I was a hitman for a previous Mafia and was ordered to kill the Talon Boss, Amelie. Of course, I was sent to the base and it was a basic suicidal mission of which I didn't know at the time. But, instead of sending all of her mobsters to attack me, she took me on herself. The dude beat the living hell out of me but, didn't kill me. She said she liked my skill and wanted to hire me herself. I have a higher respect for her than I do for any person in this fucking world."

There was a pause before we turned towards Sombra, to see if she would tell her story. She was staring out the window, when she realized it was her turn.

Sombra sighed, "Well its not like Ames and I were enemies or she picked me up somewhere or some shit. Me and the bitch were childhood friends and for some reason I always idolized the girl. She's scary as shit but at the same time treats the people she gets close to as though they are her family. Though, her version of friendship is sorta cruel, it's definitely something everyone wants. When I was a kid she always seemed so far ahead of everyone else, like some damna queen. Even now... she's so much bigger than anyone else. Like a God compared to humans. And I still admire that."

God? More like the fucking Devil.

"Even you." She smiled. "She took you off the streets right? There were plenty of bums all over the fucking place but she took you in." She chuckled a bit, "Sure you need to cater to her every whim and she fucks you dry but-"

"Y'know luv, I think I've heard enough." I hissed with a sarcastic smile.

But, they were right.

Amelie has done more for me than any person on this planet. She might be harsh and brutal but, she was also very kind and thought of others before herself. She cared about the Talon Family more than anything else.

And with that, I realized that I started to admire Amelie a long time ago.

Because, family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs (in some degree for Amelie's case). The ones who accept you for who you are.

Huh.

I guess a vampire can be a good teacher after all, sometimes.

Note: Hello mates! So, if you've noticed in the beginning of my chapters, I always give the disclaimer that the plot is from Lovex1's story, not mine. It's a little tiring to see that still people think that I am copying directly, even though I always give my citations and change it so that it isn't completely the same. And of course I made sure to get permission.