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Davina Romano is quite an exquisite woman. Being one of the most famous assassins in the underworld, she made her name by being absolutely ruthless in any way possible. She's been taught to be absolutely closed off, and to show little emotio...
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I couldn't help but feel the anxiety rush through my veins. It's been a year since I've seen the Rossi's, and they're quite the.. group. Lorenzo Rossi and I didn't exactly welcome each other with open arms, I totally did not shoot one of his men's foot.
flashback;
"Ah, Mr. Rossi!" My Father exclaims, shaking hands with Santi.
"Diego, nice to see you, again!"
"Diego, this is my son, Lorenzo." A man in a black suit steps forward, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Hello, daddy issues.
"Nice to meet you, as well. These are my children, Rafael and Davina." Rafael and I step forward, a serious expression written on both of our faces.
I have a wedgie though.
I could feel Lorenzo's eyes looking me up and down, like some kind prey. The way he looks at me left goosebumps along my spine, but I quickly shake away the feeling. I scowl in his direction, and he does nothing but give me a smirk. He was a handsome man, don't get me wrong, but I just knew he was going to be a cocky bitch.
"Ah, the ghost?" Lorenzo finally speaks up, his rich voice catching everyone's attention.
"Of course." I say, looking at him right in the eye.
"I've heard about you." He smirks, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Good." I cross my arms, leaning on my right hip.
"Now, now," My Father starts, "The tension in this room can be cut with a knife."
"Anyways, where should we start?" I say, fixing my black, button up top. A snicker suddenly is heard through the silence, and I look to where the noise is coming by from. "Is there a reason why you're laughing?" I question, crossing my arms.
"No reason." He quickly brushes it off, but do I let it go? Of course not, I'm a salty bitch.
"Well, I'm sure there's a valid reason of why you disrupted the meeting." I cock an eyebrow.
"A woman shouldn't be here, go back to where you belong: The kitchen." I snatch my gun, and shoot him in the foot without hesitation.
