Mafia x Non-Mafia

A poor unsuspecting girl comes to Italy for a scholarship she has gotten and then accidentally gets picked up at the airport by the mafia because they think she is the girl that was an assassin and was brought here specially for the job BUT little do they know, the assassin died on her last job. The girl who has come for a scholarship is surprised because she thought they were taking her to the university and is shocked to find out the truth, but keeps her mouth shut because she wants to live. SO she just plays along and freaks out when she has to kill someone, she hates violence and has never touched a gun in her whole life. To make matter worse her partner is slowly starting to unravel things, just to make sure her that the girl is an imposter the partner goes through her things and finds her real identity and her partner confronts her, she begs him not to tell but what shall the partner do?


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Name: Clara Whites
Mistaken Identity name: Hazel
Age: 19
Appearance:

[[The Assassin looked exactly like her except she was always loaded with weapons.]]
Bio: The daughter of a rich upper class family from Italy. Unlike the rest of her brothers and sisters Clara has not wasted her life being a criminal. She is a very bright young girl who is trying to start a new life by moving to New York City, she was ecstatic when she got the scholar ship to attend University far away from her family. She is smart and simple, very polite, but once in awhile you get to see the darker side of her. Though she denies it she has some anger problems, she tries to calm herself down by thinking of things she likes, for example animals and the ocean.

Name: Tristian Slavrok
Occupation: ‘Hit Man’
Age: Twenty Two
Appearance: White hair as a result of octicular albinism. Tristian’s eyesight is growing steadily worse, though it doesn’t seem to impede his abilities at all. As of now, his stunning ice blue eyes can barely see color, and Tristian’s world is mostly shadowed.



A little bit about me: Comes from a rather poor family, starting doing odd jobs for the Mafia when he was ten years old, to make a little extra money. Since then, Tristian has moved up through the ranks, and is now very close to the Boss. His is a hit man now, though it is a recent promotion. Undying Loyalty and as honest as he can be in his position, Tristian remains because he can’t actually picture himself in any other kind of life now.

~<3~

The airport was crowded…Tristian stood next to the black limousine awkwardly. He had no idea how he was supposed to find one woman in all this. The cold blue eyes moved to the picture in his hand, before lifting once again, scanning the crowd.

It took a while, but finally, the tall male spotted the women he was looking for: Hazel. A ruthless killer. She was even more deadly than Tristian himself. Hence the reason she‘d been called. Boss was having trouble with some little gang thinking they were hot shits. The problem was, the nobody‘s had a lot of somebody‘s selling them weapons, and they couldn‘t find a way to get to them. Hazel was going to take their numbers down greatly.

She was thin, and from the shade of hair, Tristian knew it was dark…mostly likely black. Her eyes were dark colored too, awfully strange, though his pale skin and white hair gave him no room to talk. He reached her through the crowd, gently touching the female‘s wrist. “Miss? We‘re here to escort you…Please, this way…” He nodded towards the limousine, gently guiding her through the crowd and holding the door for her. The chauffeur, and second bodyguard, was in the front seat, already putting the car into drive.

Clara blushed innocently when some one touched her wrist. She looked up to see a tall man next to her slim, petite frame, she brushed her dark hair out of her equally dark eyes, the man was completely opposite of her he had light hair and light eyes. She had her hand around the handle of her suitcase, she pulled it. The wheels forming a rhythmic pattern on the cold concrete sidewalk. 'America sure is strange, nothing like home' she thought to herself, her eyes darted every where. Her dark eyes widened at the site of the limousine "I..get to go in that!" she said, a small smile lighting up her face. If she found it appropriate she would have started screaming and jumping up and down.

Clara viewed the seats inside with an awe, she brushed her fingers against the soft velvety cushions of the seat. Clara didn't need to duck her head much in order to get inside the car, she was already small as it was. She sat down carefully and pulled her luggage in with her, her urge to jump inside the car getting stronger. Clara pulled on her seat belt and sat with her hand in her lap.

'I wonder why they had me picked up in a limousine..and is that a..guard I see in the front seat?' she frowned and cocked her head to the side. This new city confused her to no ends, while she waited for them to drive off and take her to the University she was suppose to attend she looked outside. The city was alive with atleast a hundred thousand people [if not more] on the busy bustling streets of New York. Her eyes shone on as she imagined what it would be like to live here.

”Of course you get to ride in this…” Tristian responded when they were settled into the car, and he could evaluate Hazel. Her cheeks were flushed, he could tell by the light shade that graced it. She was nothing like he’d pictured the woman to be.

Tristian settled himself down a bit away from the female, close enough to the window that separated the front and back seats to rap on it lightly. Right away, the car began to move smoothly. After a few moments, he reached into a tiny fridge. “I’m sure your trip went well? I know you must be tired, but from what I’ve heard of you, you like to get right down to the matters at hand, yes?”

The male continued speaking, without pausing for the female to reply. “There is a total of three targets, the leaders of this gang calling themselves ‘The White Tigers’. As you were informed over the phone…” He paused to lift a glass and bottle from the fridge, pouring some champagne from the bottle and holding it out to the woman. “They are a rising Japanese gang. The Russian mafia doesn’t tolerate competition well, however, they’ve been supplied some high quality weapons. Their securities are top notch as well. Which is why we called you.”

“Here are the targets.” Tristian reached into the file, sitting in the seat next to him. Once it was opened, he placed Hazel’s picture in the folder, and removed three snapshots, showing various men, clearly the leaders of the Japanese gang Tristian had spoke of. “Boss plans to brief you when we arrive at his home, as well.”

Clara blushed and giggled nervously, "Sorry its just that I'm not used to this, I've always gone to small places, I've never had to do anything THIS big, especially with a cost like this!" she said hurriedly. Her face was pressed to the window as she gazed outside while talking to him.

She turned her attention to him, she brushed her dark hair out of her pale face. Her cheek was a soft rose pink, it was always like that and it was a sight to definetly see when she blushed, her cheeks would turn a beautiful shade of cherry red. As she was about to answer he cut her off, she realized he was not going to give her a chance too speak till the very end so she just sat back and relaxed.

Clara cocked her head to the side when he said "gangs". Did "gangs" mean club in America? If they did what a funny name for them. She giggled innocently when she heard the names, "They have strange names don't they?" she asked him her eyes wide an innocent. Clara didn't want to disrespect the American culture too much so she didn't say they were weird clubs. She took the glass and whispered a thanks, she didn't drink much but collecting wine had become kind of like a hobby. She raised the brim of her glass to her rose bud lips and took a small sip, letting the warmth of the drink travel to her stomach.

Clara almost spit her drink back into the glass when she heard the words "Russian" and "Mafia" together! The drink went down the wrong way inside her throat and she coughed, her eyes tearing up. Her hand trembled as she looked at the man, but she was smart enough to not open her mouth. Clara knew once you knew something about the mafia if was best you shut up and never speak about it again to anyone. Clara just nodded and gulped down another mouthful to calm herself down.

She reached out, thank god her hand had stopped shaking. She took the pictures and looked at them, but before he put "her" picture into the folder she got a glimpse of the name and saw the face. She was stunned, the girl looked exactly like her! She quickly noted her name..."Hazel" so she was going to be Hazel from now on.

Tristian watched the female, tilting his head and frowning. Hazel had been all over the world, and she’d been to Chicago as well, though it wasn’t for the Russians.

As she coughed and sputtered, Tristian moved next to her, patting her back gently. “Miss. Hazel! Are you alright?” Something wasn’t right here…it was nagging at Tristian. When she finally stopped and accepted the photos, he leaned back in his new seat.

After she’d had a moment to look them over, he held his hand back out for them. “We want to bring at least one back, alive. We want to find out as much as well can on this new gang before killing them all, alright? By the way, I am Tristian. I’ve been assigned as your partner for the duration of your stay.

Clara knew he was suspicious, "What I meant to say was, I've always worked under cover I've never actually met my..errr...clients.." she said trying to cover up. "And the money I'm getting for this...job..." she said pausing every once in awhile to think up of things, "is a lot...much more than I've ever gotten. So just a bit dazed is all!" she said grinning.

Clara's cheek burned a beautiful red against her pale skin as he patted her on the back, "Y..yeah I'm fine. I think I took a bit too much at once" she said with a reassuring nod. Clara was looking at the photos analyzing the men's faces, 'Crap Clara...what the hell have you gotten yourself into! They're going to find out sooner or later that you're a phony!' her expression might have looked blank and calm, but inside her head she was going crazy with fear.

She extended her hand to return the photos, she nodded quietly. "Of course, a pleasure to meet you Tristan I'm Hazel as you know" she said with a small smile. "Nice to know I have a partner I can trust and depend on. Hopefully we don't run into any problems together!" she said with a laugh.

The male remained silent to all of her words, continuing his evaluation. Eventually, he turned to stare out the window, “Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you, then.” Almost as an afterthought, he added, “Miss. Hazel.”

The limousine pulled up to a gated house. It stood out against everything else. A tiny little square amidst the high rise buildings. Once past the gate, it was easy to see gardens and fountains. A parking lot a ways off had multiple cars in it, and men moved around one specific one. They looked to be painting the item…

The car stopped, and Tristian sat still, until the bodyguard up front got out and opened up the back door. He stepped out and looked to Vladimir. “Take Miss. Hazel’s things to her guest room. Thank you, Vlad.” He turned, holding his hand out to the woman, to help her out of the car. “If you are hungry,, I’ll arrange to have some food brought in for you two…”

Clara nodded, "Thank you so much Tristan" she just smiled when he called her Hazel, her original reaction would have been to flinch and look guilty but she had grown up in Italy and knew more than needed about how to be around the Mafia. She knew how to cover up her feelings that she was feeling inside.

Clara's mouth fell open when she saw the parking lot, she loved cars, especially fast ones. Not to mention this girl loved motorbikes, she had a crazy need for speed sometimes. Her eyes scanned the parking lot they were glistening, she wondered if she would get to be behind the wheels on any of them.

Suddenly the door of the limousine was barred, she looked up and smiled as she took his hand. "Thank you." her skin was cool and soft. Hoisting herself out of the car with his help she looked around, this place was..HUGE! It was some what the size of her parents house in Italy, very pretty to look at too. She nodded, "some food would be nice, I'm kind of hungry" she said with a small grin. Some of Clara's words were lightly accented, they sounded beautiful mixed in with her soft rich voice.

Tristian nodded, then turned to lead the way inside. It was decorated lavishly. Clearly, this was no joke, and the room Tristian led her to had various guards inside, most with multiple weapons on their person. Quite a few handguns were out, being cleaned while the men joked.

As Tristian brought Hazel into the room, he bowed to a rather thick, though clearly healthy male. The balding man stood, and opened his arms. When he spoke, his voice was loud and booming, “Hazel! So good to see you, come, come!” He strode forward, wrapping the female in a bear hug before clapping her shoulder. “So much prettier than her picture, eh, Tristian?” The albino looked away quickly, his face emotionless.

“So, Hazel, I assume Tristian briefed you on the way here?” The man paused, waiting for her answer. Tristian, meanwhile, slipped out, meeting the guard from the car. “Bring her things to my room. I want to see something. I’ll put them in hers later. Get some food for them, ‘kay?” Vlad nodded and hurried to obey.

Clara's eyes took in everything inside the house, it was grand! So posh and luxurious, clearly who ever was the owner hadn't backed out from paying what ever price needed to decorate the house. She looked at the men that were cleaning guns, her eyes emotionless as she looked at the guns in front of the men. She gulped a little.

Clara squeaked a little when he literally scooped her up and gave her a hug. When she was put down she looked a bit nervous and she laughed slightly. Thank god Clara had her feet planted firmly on the ground when he gave her a pat or the poor girl would have surely fallen over. She blushed at the compliment, "thank you I've been known to not be very...photogenic" she said smiling at the man. She gave her partner a brief glance only to see him turn away.

"Oh yes, he has. He has been most kind to me!" she said smiling. "I just have one question, when does my job end exactly because you see I had some other plans too..." she trailed off with just an eyebrow raised. Her other plans included getting to her University!

”When you do job?” The Boss questioned, before beaming, “Ah, relax a little, enjoy life, yes? Come, come. We can do job whenever you like. Tonight, if you wish…” Vlad opened the door, moving inside: He held a tray ladened with items, making all the men look up. The Boss barked out a few words in Russian, and they looked down once more. “Here, Hazel, eat enjoy. You bring weapons, yes? We arranged for some gifts for you, if not…”

~<3~

Tristian moved to his room, and opened the suitcase of ‘Hazel’s’ quickly. That woman couldn’t be Hazel. On top of that, Tristian could identify a killer. Their eyes told it all. She looked so innocent. Too innocent. He doubted she had ever even held a gun.

He dug through it, finally locating a passport. He opened it, glancing at the picture. The female looked like Hazel, though the name was Clara Whites. She was nineteen, a student from Italy. Tristian closed it, and put the suitcase back together, sitting next to it. Dear lord. He’d made a mistake…taken the wrong girl. She must have thought he was bringing her to where ever she was to stay in New York… She’s realized her mistake in the limo, and played along. Naturally, anyone hearing ‘Mafia’ would… He ran a hand through his white locks, sighing.

If he exposed her, she would be killed. Right away. And he was the one who brought her. He’d killed, but never something so innocent. Her death would be on his head… Tristian stood, carrying the suitcase across the hall, into the room prepared for Hazel, and placed it on the bed. Soon, he was back in the room with Boss. His strange eyes kept traveling over to Clara, however. What the hell should he do?

Clara laughed with the mafia boss, he was a jolly person and not so scary once you hot over the fact that he owned a huge part of the mafia. She thanked him heartily as she gave her the food, "Well I would like to get the job done as early as possible" she said with a small grin. She took a bite of the food, it tasted just delicious!

"Unfourtunately I could not risk smuggling the weapons in. Too much of a risk, I was hoping you would say would could supply me with weapons." the tone of her voice had slightly changed it was a bit more quiet. She had never touched a gun in her entire life, she didn't know how to operate one either. She hated violence as an over all thing. As she waited for the boss to speak she ate slowly, "Umm..I was wondering where is my room located!" she asked him with a small smile.

”I have Tristian show you when you full up.” Boss answered, continuing to grin. He nodded eagerly, and beckoned to a few men, who carted a bag over. They unzipped the duffel bag, revealing various top notch guns, and Boss gestured to it, “Feel free to take anything you wish. It is least we can do for you.”

When Tristian entered once more, the Mafia boss stood, and beckoned him over. “Tristian. You show Hazel room when she is done, yes? And she wants to complete job as soon as possible. You drive her and help her?” He didn’t wait for an answer, knowing the male would agree. He turned to the female. “Tristian is like son. He will be big help to you.”

Tristian stepped forward, sitting next to Clara, as he now knew her. He reached forward, selecting a grape and popping it intp his mouth. He chewed and swallowed before nodding, and throwing Clara a look. Hopefully, she would understand the meaning there. He knew. “Oh, yes, I’ll help Miss. Hazel with whatever she needs.

Clara smiled, "I'm full now thank you so much! The food was really delicious" she said kindly too him. Clara's eyes widened just a tiny bit when she saw the guns. She gulped silently, she knew enough about guns too seem like an assassin in front of these people but she wouldn't be able to pull this of longer than needed. "Umm...I only take guns when I'm actually out on the job. Other wise I usually go hand to hand if trouble arouses" Clara said with a nervous laugh. Thank god she was a black belt in karate and she had picked up some boxing moves from her brothers.

Clara nodded, "he has been a great help already" she said looking over at Tristan and smiling. She looked at him and took his features in, his eyes...they seemed cloudy to her 'most curious' she thought to herself. Clara gave him a small smile ten shifted her gaze back to the boss. This was most exciting to the girl who had just arrived from Italy.

This was getting kind of like a game for her, she wished she was an actual undercover police agent that would make things even more intereting because she would actually know what she was doing. Clara's hand slightly twitched she didn't like Tristans tone when he called her "Hazel" it was odd, like he really knew who she was! She looked at him her eyes wide, "W..would you mind taking...me to my room...please" she whispered to Tristan.

”Hand to hand?” The Boss seemed intrigued, and may have questioned her further, before Tristian hopped up, offering his arm to the female.

“Boss, please, the lady is tired. We should let her rest, so she…” The male grinned, he truly couldn’t help it. “So she can complete her job as soon as possible…” The mafia boss nodded his consent, though looked disappointed.

Tristian led the way to her room quickly, almost shoving her in and following. He shut the door quickly, and locked it. “You. Clara…Do you have any inclanation what a load of shit you are in? I’ve no idea how to get you out of this, without your death on my head!” He sighed, and ran a hand through his white locks, staring at her shadowy form. “You don’t know what you’re in for…”

Clara took his Tristans arm sighing, 'thank god for him' she thought nervously too herself. Clara just nodded along, "Yes he is most right! I am really tired, the plane journey was really long must be jet lag" she said with a small smile. Clara gladly tagged along with Tristan her hand still hanging onto his arm. She gulped she had a feeling she knew, she kept glancing at him every now and then. His white hair, his features were...different she wondered why.

Clara looked at him wide eyed, "Tristan. Please listen too me! I...I didn't know you guys were the mafia! I thought you were the people from the University picking me up!" her voice was low and soft as her dark eyes welled up with tears. Clara's knees felt weak as she slipped against the bed her hand burried in her face. She sniffled as she looked at him, "Please you have to help me!" she cried softly as she looked at him.

The white haired male looked out of his league, and glanced around desperately. “I…I’m trying! God, just, don’t do t-that! Stop!” He waved his hands in front of him, before sighing once more, and sitting on the end of her bed. “And, I know. This is my fault. You look almost identical to Hazel…God, what have I done?”

He shook his head, before lowering it. “L-look…tonight, you and I will go to the gang’s hideout. You’ll wait, outside, in the car, for thirty minutes, before coming back, and telling Boss you can’t do that job, that your sorry he lost me, but you won’t take even half the money for your troubles as compensation. Then, you can have them drive you to the airport. From there, you can call to where ever you need to go, and forget about all this, alright?”

Clara stopped sniffling when it seeme to bother the male. She just looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent. She wiped the tears from her eyes. She nodded, "yes I do look similar to her" she whispered. Her eyes suddenly widened with fear..."W...what if she comes here while I'm here?!" she said terrified. The idea horrified her, then they would kill her for sure no questions asked. Clara shook her head she knew a bit about the mafia and one rule was yo couldn't back down from the job you had taken on.

"I don't think your boss will let me back down now. My brothers are errand runners for the mafia in Italy and they talk about how if they ever back down from a job the only pay will be with their lives...." she whispered scared to him. Her lips trembling again, "I don't think he'll fall for it...please we have to find another way Tristan" she shifted onto the bed beside Tristan her widedaek eyes staring pleadingly at him.

The white haired hair lowered his head, hiding his eyes from the female. When he spoke, his voice was cold and calm. “If he’s lost an important man to him, during the job, and if you aren’t demanding any payment, he will let you go. We will go tonight, alright? Hopefully, the real Hazel will not show up before then.”

“You’re a good actress,” Tristian continued slowly, as long as you stay calm, you’ll do fine, alright?” He sighed, and stood. “I need to think for a bit. I’ll go tell Boss I’ve talked to you, and you’ve told me the weapons you wish for, okay? Let me know if you need anything.”

Clara just nodded, hoping that what Tristan said was true. He would just let her go, "Hopefully luck is on our side" she squeaked too him. She then looked at the male sincerely, "I..I am so sorry for the trouble I've caused you. I hope you will not get into trouble because of me..." she whispered.

She smiled, "Part of it isn't fake. I know about most of these things growing up in a criminal family does this too you...ever since my mother died my whole family has taken a turn for the wrong. My brothers as I mentioned are doing jobs for the mafia and my father..." she said trailing off, Clara's voice purely disgusted. "Lets say he doesn't do things that would make me proud of him being my father" she said softly. "I needed to get away from my family..that is why I'm here" Clara said adding the last part almost to tell herself.

When Tristan asked her if she needed something her head almost instantaneously snapped up. "Tristan..do you...do you think you can bring me a sniper...too see?" she asked raising an eyebrow. There was a huge blush on her face, though she hated violence she had always wanted to see what a sniper would look like.

Tristian was quite once more. Most likely, he would die attempting to take out the crime lords himself. She didn’t need to know that. This was his fault, and he’d get her out of it.

After she finished, he nodded. “I understand. I got into this when I was young as well. Sometimes that’s all you can do. Don’t hate them for it.”

Tristian had turned to leave, when Clara had made her request. He eyes her, blinking at the shadow on the bed, before holding his arms out and spinning around slowly. “There. Your sniper. Not, the best, mind you, but I’ve been taught well. Rest up. Clara.” He nodded to her, before leaving, quietly shutting the door.

She sighed, she was quietly swinging her legs staring at him. "I know I shouldn't...but I can't help it. I hate violence and i dislike people like them highly but that doesn't mean I dislike you!" she said quickly. "They've done worse things than necessary." she sighed shaking her head. Clara brushed her hair out of her eyes absentmindedly, she just closed her eyes breathing deeply before opening them again.

Clara looked at it fascinated, "Kinda small isn't it? I've always thought they were bigger" she said raising an eyebrow. She stuck her tongue out immaturely when he said she should rest. How in the world did he think she could rest when she was in the house of a big mafia boss!

After he left she took the chance to explore the room, she looked out the window. It was beautiful, dark skies and the city full of light! She couldn't get her eyes un-glued from the window, she just stood there staring jaws open.

Tristian had shaken his head when he left. She didn’t even know a sniper’s gun? Obviously, that was not on his person. And if her family had done terrible things, then it must have been necessary.

It was a few hours before he showed back up, knocking gently on the door. “Hazel, it’s Tristian. We have the car ready, alright?”

Clara's eyes had tired from looking at the lights so long and she had fallen asleep roughly half an hour after staring outside. Her slim body was sprawled across the bed, her hands clutching the pillow her features slightly distressed from the bad dream she was having.Clara whimpered quietly as she continued to stay asleep in her own nightmare.

She saw people dying...lots of them, she heard screaming and begging and fire! Fire everywhere she looked down to see blood...and weapons all around her, then...she was in front of a mirror. She saw the monster who had been killing all those innocent people. It was her! She had turned like her brothers and father. With a jolt she awoke, on the bed breathing deep and heavy her face was sweaty. She ran her shirt sleeve across her forehead.