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Victor Zsasz was no stranger to complex assignments. Don Falcone used the assassin to the fullest extent of his ability on more than one occasion; it kept the killer happy and in turn the Falcone family remained at the top of the criminal chain. As much as other families tried to hit Falcone where it hurts Zsasz and his team were always there to convince them otherwise.

Zsasz never questioned the jobs he was assigned, he was a killer and a hit was a hit. He was the best and he knew it – the pay was excellent and he wasn’t the type of man to get caught up with the morality of the job.

In the time he spent under the instruction of Don Falcone, the hitman had only ever been taken back by one assignment. In all his years, he had worked as a bodyguard, as an assassin, a mercenary and everything in between but he had never been asked to be a babysitter and if he was being honest the hitman felt pretty offended by the mere notion.

“Victor, I am not asking you to babysit my niece. She needs ‘supervision’ she is sick…” Carmine Falcone stated as he examined one of his prized hens, lifting the plump white bird from its nest and examining the soft white plumage carefully.

“Doesn’t she have a nurse?” The suited assassin groaned as he stretched his neck from side to side before stepping into the chicken coop with his employer.

Looking down at his boots, now messed with chicken waste and wet mud Zsasz grimaced – he had just spent the night before shining his boots and whilst he was used to getting blood off of his boots the killer was never too keen on cleaning shit off of his boots.

“She has had many nurses and doctors – they do her little good.” The older man stated simply.

Making a mental note to get one of his subordinates to clean his boots Zsasz watched in silence as the mob leader gently examined and caressed the bird before setting her back down into her nest with a smile before exiting the coop in silence and walking back in silence up to his summer home.

“Boss, you know what I do. What I am good at-.” Zsasz stated once more as he wiped off his feet on the entrance mat before following the mob boss into his kitchen.  It had become custom for the other house employees to go silent when they were in the same room as their employer and having the infamous killer at his side seemed to enhance the intimidation factor.

Motioning for his kitchen staff to leave Don Falcone moved over to the fridge and took out a small blue gift box, wrapped in a sky blue silk ribbon.  

“Tara was a sweet girl growing up but sadly she was disturbed at a young age and I fear – much like my beloved sister she is becoming more and more unhinged…” Falcone sighed as he made his way over to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair at the top of the table and sitting himself down.

“Here.” The bald assassin narrowed his eyes as he took a small baby blue gift box from the hand of his employer; the box was heavy for its size. The cold box looked innocent enough, pretty intricate wrappings of blue ribbon and a small gift card attached to the ribbon.

“Dear Uncle Carmine,

Lucy was fun…for a while. But you know I don’t like people that have wandering eyes.

See you after church on Sunday

Lots of Love

Tara

Xxx

P.s: Why do they always cry so much?

As Victor opened the gift box in his hands, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and chuckle as the contents of the box was revealed.  Falcone watched quietly as he assessed his assassin’s expression expecting such a reaction from the sadist standing in front of him.

“Do you see the problem?”

Victor chuckled as he looked into the box. A pair of frozen green eyes stared up at him – they look like they had been ripped from some poor souls face, putting two and two together Zsasz could only assume that these were the wandering eyes that were mentioned in the gift card.

“I see, but this poor soul doesn’t anymore!” Victor chuckled as he placed the box on the table before picking up both eyes and mimicking there movements in front of his own eyes much to the disapproval of the mob leader.

“Victor, have some respect. Lucy was a kind nurse and a good woman.”  Falcone said with a disapproving look motioning for the killer to place the eyeballs back into the box.

“Sorry Boss.” Victor said straightening his face as he placed the eyes back in the blue box before sliding it back over to the Don.

“So, will you take the job or not?”