Nikolai the mafia don and the assassin

Angela

Can you picture a twenty-two-year-old woman who seems like any regular woman during the day, but at night, she transforms into a monster? They call her the Angel of Death.

Whenever I step into the ring for those underground fights, my opponents usually freeze up when they realize who they're up against. I feel a bit sorry for them, so I let them take the first swing or two. I just laugh it off because, in the end, I always come out on top.

When I’m not throwing punches underground, I’m working as an assassin, still going by the name Angel of Death. I once raked in a whopping $60 million in a single day—not too shabby, right? Plus, I earn some cash from the fights too. Whenever I take someone out, I make sure it looks like an accident or just natural causes. I don’t leave any signature like most assassins; I prefer to keep my tracks covered.

I make it a point to have my clients spread the word about my skills. I started off as my parents' personal hitwoman, but once I got into underground fighting, my reputation skyrocketed. After one of my matches, I overheard a bunch of guys talking about a target they’d been hunting for ages without any luck.

I kept eavesdropping after each fight and gathered plenty of intel on the guy they were after. Craving some action, I hopped on a plane, tracked him down a few days after I landed, and took care of business.

The next week, before my fight, I printed out a picture of the guy I had just eliminated and handed it to those men who were searching for him. I shot them a wink before stepping into the ring for my next match.

By the following night, my name was buzzing all over the club, and suddenly, I was surrounded by people begging me to take out someone for cash.

I totally went along with everything they offered me. This all started when I was just about to turn eighteen, and now that I’m twenty-two, I’m making more than enough cash. My parents started this business before I was even born. They always thought my older sister would follow their footsteps until she went to high school and told them killing wasn't for her.

Every night when I get home, my parents ask me about my fights and my hits. Yes, I still live with them at this age, don't judge.They want to know everything. I understand why. They were loving and caring. I don't blame them; I am their youngest daughter after all. They always worry about me even when I tell them not to. My older sister is an Attorney and a damn good one at that. She’s never lost a case, and I can’t help but feel super proud of her.

My father was the one who taught me to fight and how to use weapons. It was when I was fourteen that I decided I wanted to be in the family business and I don't regret it one day. My underground fighting only began when I was 18. I went there with my father and loved the thrill of being there.

I’ve always enjoyed the life I’ve been given. I love being able to do whatever I want, especially my favorite pastimes—illegal fighting and killing. I don’t have to stress about the cops finding my fingerprints or DNA because they’ve never connected the dots on the bodies they’ve discovered because I don’t kill someone with guns or anything that could look like a murder. And most of all I don’t leave any signature behind like most assassins. One thing my parents taught me is never leave anything behind.

I like to keep it that way. Up until now, one could say I am invisible.