How does it feel to be betrayed or someone you trust sells you out? Yeah, it hurts. But when that person knows all your secrets then be ready for an attack. In the world, I find myself broken as I trusted the wrong person.
My name is Camilla Gall, I am an Italian woman wanted by so many government agencies. I am the person you call to get any crime scenes cleaned up, dispose of any dead body, make things like murder weapons disappear without leaving any trace or evidence. I am wanted because of my criminal activity of cleaning up dirty acts by crime lords. I am known by many names, some called me The Wiper, some called me The Hider, and some called me The Sweeper. But I prefer to be called The Cleaner.
My specialties are known for cleaning murder crime scenes caused by my crime lords and disposing of any bodies found there. And that made me top of the FBI most wanted fugitives, so to stay hidden, I decided to change my work as a cleaner for bad guys and worked as a morgue attendant. Not until one of the most dangerous criminals, a crime lord, a former Russian Soviet agent, went rogue and that was Deathrow. He reached out to me that he needed my services, I should work for him. In exchange, he promised to give me a new identity and protection. Only if I worked for him, in the process I was indirectly helping him build his criminal empire. But I made my condition, which was if things went south and I wanted to step out or I have to choose between my freedom and him or innocence over him. I'll choose my freedom, my innocence over his interest. And Deathrow agreed.
Over twenty years, working for Deathrow. I have come to learn most of Deathrow's secrets, his secret locks, safe houses, bank accounts, and all his criminal associates. And that made him vulnerable to me because he trusted me with everything in his empire. But everything changed after the last operation last night.
That night I and Deathrow's men were given an order to execute Laurel Hitchin, a top arms dealer, and Deathrow's rival. He had been given Deathrow a tough time in building his criminal empire. So Deathrow needed him out of his way.
That night we sneaked into his house and quietly killed his security men outside on guard leaving him open for an attack, as we broke into his home. I held my Wesson 686 plus ready for any sudden attack.
It didn't take long before Deathrow's men found Laurel Hitchin and his little daughter hiding in the basement. So they dragged him out with his daughter to the gunpoint, ready to be executed by the team leader. I was just there to clean up the mess, but I had a change of mind when I saw the innocence in the little girl's eyes. She was scared, scared she's going to die because of her father's sin. It hurts me. And I couldn't let that happen.
As the team leader pulled his gun, ready to pull the trigger. I interfered and shot him immediately, then quickly shot the rest of Deathrow's men, leaving no one to escape, so I thought.
It was a massacre, as dead bodies lay on the fell for me to clean up, then I untied Mr. Laurel and his little daughter. And asked them to run, run far away from here and never come back.
After cleaning the murder scene. I returned to my car, ready to drive away from that place. Suddenly, I felt a pistol pointed at the back of my head. And the voice said, "lock the doors and turn on the lights " which I did without hesitation.
I was shocked to see Deathrow in my car, pointing a smith at the back of my head.
"Miss Camilla, what have you done? You killed all my men and let Laurel Hitchin escape. Why?"
I halted, then took a deep breath and replied to him. "I am sorry, but I looked into the little girl's eyes and saw an innocent soul. I couldn't let her pay for her father's sin or watch her father die. So I chose innocence over you Deathrow."
"Hmmm, innocence? But you have broken my trust and it is against my rule."
As he placed his finger in the trigger ready to pull the trigger, then he said. "Goodbye, Miss Camilla."
He pulled the trigger, as my head fell on the steering wheel. After a few minutes, I gained consciousness and found out that he shot me in the back.
I came out of the car bleeding, and weak. I took my phone and called for help then I called Deathrow and left him a death threat. "I'm coming for you."
