Coming home was never something I was planning on doing ever. Leaving my family was not my chose but my father's. He sent me away when he made a deal with the devil. My father had hit rock bottom and being the Don of a mafia family was a death sentence. So he made a deal with the Devil not realizing he actually made the deal with the actual devil.
What the deal was I never was told at the time. I just knew he got some help from someone who he claimed was a family friend. Now I was 8 or 9 years old when this deal happened so I didn't question it. But as I was growing up my father made sure I knew of to keep my self safe from that moment on. I learned how to fight hand to hand, shoot, how to throw knives or use them up close. How to hide my location from someone trying to chase after me. How to sneak up on someone without making a sound.
He made me into a hit women without meaning too. When I truned 14 I was the most deadliest young teen in the family. I had already killed about 20 people before I started high school. I was sent away at 16 for my "safty" as my father put it. The truth was a finish high school in 2 years and was in collage classes at the same time due to me bring boring.
I was sent to some family over seas till it was safe for me to come home. I finished collage online and kept on learning more and more on my own. When I hit 20 I was the best hacker my family had, which my father never knew about. I would help my family find people that thought they could run to the cops a d trun rat. I also took hit jobs on the side, what a girl has to make a living. I maybe part of the mafia and I'm suppose to be this princess but I never let anyone get me anything. If I couldn't get it myself I didn't need it.
Which bring us to know, I'm now 34 on a plane heading back home. Why now no clue, I just got a phone call from my dad's right hand man saying I need to get hone now. So I hopped on the frist flight and headed home. Yes I have my families plane but I didn't want anyone to know when I would be coming back. I had this feeling after the phone call that this had to do with the deal that was made so many years ago.
Plus I know my father he wouldn't tell me the truth on my I was really home. So I am going to find out before I walk into that house and have him tell me a BS story. He never tells me the truth and lies to me all the time. Two can play that game which I play better them him. If you haven't guessed it he doesn't know I'm the best hit person in the business.
So on my way home I called my men and told them to get everything ready for my return home. I haven't set foot in his house after he shipped me off to bum fuck no where. However I still came back from time to time to do jobs my family hired me to do. I never set foot I to his house, I always sent one of my guys to talk to him. They only knew me as Sandman when they would pay me to do a job. My real name is Ravin Jameson, yea I know my last name doesn't seem fit for a mafia name but I didn't pick it.
As I landed and truned my phone back on I got a message from Jackson my right hand man. Telling me that he got the information I asked for on why I was really asked to come home. I told him I would meet him at my house in 30 to see what he has found. Then put my phone away, grabbed my carry on to get off this plane. As I walked out I had a car waiting for me with my driver Jimmy. I nodded at him as I got in to head home. On the way I checked my emails to see my father sent me on a new job he would like Sandman to take care of. When I opened it to say I was shocked to be and understatement.
Sandman,
I have a job I need done in the next couple if days. I know this is short notice but it cannot be helped so I apologize for this. My daughter is bringing brought home to finish my end of a deal I made many years ago. Unfortunately I'm not willing to pay the price so I would like you to make sure she doesn't get home. Make it look like a car accident or a drive by. I am not willing to let go of the power I have now reached. If she is to make it home I lose everything to that Devil and I'm not willing to let that happen. Name your price.
Don Henry
I sat looking at his email rereading it over and over again. Trying to think of why he had me trained to keep myself safe from whoever he made this deal with if this is what he is going to do. I did not reply to him I just closed out my email as I noticed we were close to my house. The only thing I can think of was well isn't this a sweet welcome home.
As I go inside Jimmy was behind me a knowing I wanted him in on this meeting. Jackson is waiting for me in my living room watching TV. Once I walked in he truns it off and hands me the file he has. I sit next to him on the couch open it up and I see what contract my father has signed back then.
I Henry hear by agree I will pay whatever price at anytime to The Devil when he deems it. I am not allowed to go back on my word and this is binding even after my death. I'm singing this in my own blood binding it to my soul. If for whatever reason I break this my soul will belong to The Devil and whatever he asks for will still be his. I'm agreeing to this for his help to save my family from going under in the worst way.
My soul will only be free of him once I complete my end of the deal. When that will be again is up to The Devil no myself. I'm doing this on my own free will and I'm not being forced into this by anyone.
At the bottom he signed his name in blood. I look at Jackson and asked how he got his hands on this?
He looks at me and says, The Hellhounds VP.
The Hellhounds is a MC that take no shit from anyone. I myself done do dealings with them and they me. We have a arrangement that we stay out of each other's affairs. I don't take jobs away from them and they me. Whoever replies to a job frist they get it. That's when I pull out my laptop and check to see if my father sent then an email like he did me. When I see he didn't I knew he didn't want them to know what he was trying to do. Now the Perz knew who I was or at least knew what I looked like. We met in person when we both took the same job and almost took each other out. From that day on we made sure when a job was emailed it was sent to both of us so we can see who replied frist.
So when I noticed it was only sent to me I told Jackson to set up a meeting with the Perz. A face to face cuz I wanted to see the look on his face when he read my email from my father. I have a feeling I'm not going to like it and I will have to come clean on who I really am to him. Oooo the joy of being me sometimes.