Meet Giselle Rose Moretti, an assassin known as "the Killer" and an undefeated underworld street fighter in the name of "the Devil's Angel."
She was kidnapped at the age of five, tortured, and trained to be a bloodthirsty killing machine.
She is als...
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~𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊~
my baby is alive, I'll do anything to find her...but little did Armando know that his little girl would come to him soon on her own...
Alejandro follows me into my office and closes the door behind him. I went up to my chair and sat down processing everything for a few moments.
"Papa?" I look up at my eldest son, his eyes welling up with unshed tears as he realizes his sorella (sister) is still alive.
"Yes, figlio(son)," I say, keeping eye contact until he speaks. "We should tell the boy's papa, they'll be so happy and we need to find her at any cost," he says the last part quietly, but I hear him.
I take out the intercom speaker and press the button. "BOYS, I NEED YOU IN MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW!" After a while, I hear a knock and shout, "Come in!" They all come in and look at Alejandro and me with concern. It's unusual for them to see emotions like mine, like me, crying, and Alejandro teary lost in his thoughts.
"Boys, please take a seat." I take a long, deep breath. "What's the matter, Papa?" Gio asks as I close my eyes.
"She's alive.." I whisper loud enough for them to hear me.
"w-who?"
"is it who I think it is..?"
"Your sorella is alive boys," I repeat loud and clear.
As soon as I tell them, I hear gasps and tears fill their eyes, and sad smiles on their faces."our sorella" everyone says and pauses for a moment to process the information, and then everyone begins to ask questions.
"Enough boys," I said my voice coming out harsher than I intended to." We don't know where she is, the Russian bastard claimed she escaped two years ago and they have yet to find her. " They break into worried expressions, "but we will find your sorella wherever she is in this world."
"I just hope she's safe," Armando says to himself.
~..~
~𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒗~
Alejandro followed Armando to his office after learning that his sorella was alive. they had thought she was dead for years and had not found her. What a fool he was to believe them. He yanked it out to see his father deep in thought as he called him and asked him to tell the boys.
When all of his brothers arrived at the office and Armando broke the news about Giselle, he saw his brothers' shocked expressions as they recovered with tears in his brothers' eyes. His heart warmed as he remembered how much they all loved and missed her despite her event of death.
all after his father answered their questions, Alejandro got prepared to find his sister.
~...~
~𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊~
When I told the boys about Giselle, they all went back to plotting where we should look for her first. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about her. Where could she possibly be? Above all, does she remember any of us? I doubt it though she was only five.
I snapped out of my daze when I heard Gianna call out for me, I couldn't tell her yet because if I couldn't find our daughter, she might break again, and I couldn't bear the thought of that. No, I'll find her even if it means tearing the world apart.
The morning came quickly as me, Alejandro, Lorenzo, and Leonardo began working and enlisting the additional help of our mafia allies.
It was 4 p.m., and we were on our way home from work after a long day. We entered the living room, where my two youngest children were huddled together watching a movie. I sat on the leather couch, thinking that if Giselle was here, our family would be perfect.
As I was watching them, my phone rang, and I got it only to discover that it was from one of my right hand who is working undercover as a cop.
"What is it?" I spoke because I knew he wouldn't call if it wasn't important. "I found her. "I frown when he says this. "What are you-" I cut myself off as I grasped what he was saying.
"How? where i-"
"I'll explain it to you later, but for now, please come down to the police station. She is in Italy and trouble. If I become more involved. It could turn out to be more questionable, and we could lose her. She's fucking terrifying." He speaks, and an unintentional chuckle escapes me as my eyes mist with tears.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," I say as I hang up the phone.
It's only been a few minutes since five heads turned to me and stared at me; it's shocking to know my daughter is in Italy. Yes, she is in Italy, so close to me. I stood up, grabbed my car keys, and dashed outside, but I was halted by five voices.
Oh my God, I forgot about them. "I found your sister is in Italy, and we now need to go to the police station." "What?" "why?" "oh my goodness!" "Boys get in the FUCKING CAR!" I roared, irritated with myself for wasting five minutes.
