Talk of murder in slight detail towards the end. Refrence to child abuse and molestation also towards the end.
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I grew up in a broken down part of Boston. Mom and Dad were pretty busy and I didn't know why until I entered the family business.

It started at twelve Mom gifted me a sliver charm bracelet similar to her own, own only I had no charms.

"Baby girl your turning twelve today. You've gotten so big." My father hoisted up into his waist as usual,"You know starting today you get to join us in business right."

"I know Daddy." I smiled and pressed a kiss to his pale cheek.

"Did your mommy give you your present?" He asked as he walked towards the couch.

"Yes, but why doesn't it have any charms like Mommy's?" I asked lifting my wrist as my dad sat down sitting me beside him.

"Well baby doll you have to earn your charms." He sighed and grabbed my small hands.

"How do I earn them?" I cocked my head slightly in confusion.

My father ran one of his hands through the brown hair that rested on his head.

"Well you know we put people to sleep, permenatly. That's how we make our money. You will have help out and for each life you take we will reward you with a charm." He stood and motioned for me to follow.

I was unsure leading up to my first kill but I soon learned, the feeling of control was addicting. I was a small girl I made grown men and women cry for mercy and scream for help.

The first charm was a heart to represent where I stabed him.

Now though I'm retired but my grandson is going on his went mission today.

I heard a car park outside so I went to the door seeing my pregnant daughter  walking with her excited son. When they entered the door I embraced them and herded them into my living room.

"Granny I did it and mommy said I did it faster that she did the first time." Nicholas bounced excitedly.

"Really love? Let Grandma see your charm." I sat in my rocking chair and my excited grandson came to sit on my lap.

He pulled a sliver chain form under his shirt, seeing as a sliver necklace  would be easier for the boy. He lifted the charm for me to see it was a brain.

"Daddy said I got a brain cause that's where I shot him." He babbled happily.

"Oh I bet your proud. Your first job went well and you'll be a big brother next month." I said to the little raven haired boy.

"I am proud and my little sister will always be protected." He said with more ferocity than I've ever seen from a twelve year old.

"Well Nick you won't ever have to protect her. One day she will be working just like you and won't need to be protected. Who knows she could have as many charms as me." I pulled up the sleeve so he could see the two bracelets full of charms.

"Wow that's a lot. Which is your favorite?" He ran his slim fingers over the charms.

"Old thirty seven." I showed him the charm shaped into an eye.

I was only thirteen years old when I was assigned my thirty-seventh job. A woman who abused her family her husband paid me a large some of money to get rid of her and I happily complied.

I paid some one five hundred to seduce her at her favorite bar. When she got in the car we did the classic chloroform rag. Easy abducting as usual for the type.

When I had her tied to that bed in a abandoned warehouse my fun began. I waited for her to wake up I course. She was a sick person to hurt her own children so I wanted her to feel every minute of it.

"Mrs. Evans how great you've decided to wake up." I smiled as she woke up.

"Where am I? Who are you?" She twisted against the restraint only to burn her wrist on the rope.

"Oh how rude of me. I'm Alyssa Houser. Nice to meet you Rebecca." I moved to pick up the knife near by.

"Who is paying you? I'll pay you more I promise." She said as I brought the blade to get leg.

"I was told you had top marks in your classes your whole life, I'm sure you can figure out." I slid the blade over her thigh delighted at the sight of ruby red blood and sounds of her crying.

"Tyler! But I never did anything. Little girl I promise I've never done anything." Rebecca lied as if she thought I didn't do my background checks with my jobs.

I stabed her swiftly in the middle of her left hand.

"Calling me little girl will only furter your pain. Also you are quite the skill set. An abusive wife and mother, a child molester, a cheater, an achololich, and a liar." I said in the sweetest voice I could manage.

I left my mark in her skin leaving words and a rival families crest carved into her body. Her screams brought me to a high. The the salty tears that fell into the cuts and burned her made me smile. Her twisting only to have ropes eat away at her wrists and ankles made me chuckle.

I picked up my melon scooper and examined in between my gloved fingers.

"Please don't I don't want to die." She cried as if she didn't see the exuberance it gave me.

"I'm also sure your didn't want his mom to touch him. Even if you hadn't touched him you still know my name and face." I scowled at her.

I held open her eye with one hand and used the other to gouge out the eyeball. Her screams made it all the better, but the best part is when she finally went quiet. Of course that was after a few minutes of prodding around the inside of her head.

I smiled recalling the night of the first exploration of my sadistic tendencies.

Nicholas looked at me with awe after hearing the story,"Grandma I wanna be as cool as you one day."

I hugged the boy and twisted the charm on my wrist, charm thirty-seven.