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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~𝑮𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊~
I groaned in agony as I felt something jump on me. When I opened my eyes, Ana was jumping on the bed, mostly on me. I take one of my leg up from the covers and aim it at her ass, then kick her off my bed. She thumped the floor with a loud scream, and I couldn't help but laugh as she cursed me out..
"You Puttana (whore) , why did you kick my pretty ass!" At this point, she yells. As I see her rise from the ground, I sit up on the bed and shrug. I check the time and see that we have 2 hours to get ready. "Hey, if your ass feels good after my kick, let's go get ready bitch, we're going to a club," she squeals as she exits my room, singing. i cannot get used to her mood swings.
I enter the shower, shave my legs and private part, and wash my hair. After that, I put on my robe and walk out to the room, only to find Ana already there. We always get ready together. She did my hair and makeup, and I did hers as well. My hair was down in loose curls, and hers was straight.
We go into my closet to look for a dress to wear. Somewhat decent, but sexy in a work-party kind of way. I search through my closet for a dress and found a dress I bought but never wore. This dress hugs my curves and makes my ass look big and sexy, it's perfect for me.
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I walk out to find my best-bitch-friend looking pretty hot tempting. She wore a stunning black two-piece short dress. I smack her ass and wink at her. She laughs and puts on her high heels.
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(ana's outfit^)
We walked out of the house and saw three SUVs lined up, so we jumped in the second one and drove to the club. It only took 35 minutes, and when we arrived, the bouncers were instantly alerted, and I asked Mr.T to wait outside the lounge while we went in and up to the VIP lounge to meet the American mafia's don.
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~𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊~
Edit: 29/01/2024
It's the day I encounter the "killer." My father, Noah, Elijah, and I are enroute to a club to meet her. Upon arrival, the bouncer swiftly ushers us in, leading us to a VIP lounge upstairs.
"Boss is on her way, please make yourself at ease and order your liquors," he says before departing. "Dad, it's almost time, where is she?" Almost instantly, he points behind me, and I turn to see two girls, one of whom is the most stunning girl I've ever laid eyes on. That's her; I can sense it from the powerful aura she exudes.
Draped in a crimson short dress with a cut on her right thigh, her hourglass figure is accentuated by a slim waist, wide hips, and ample bosom. As she nears the lounge, her captivating sparkly blue eyes, perfect nose, and pouty round lips become apparent. Just looking at her causes a reaction, and my mind dubs her a goddess.
She sits near my father and in front of me, with her friend behind her. She's pretty, but not as much as my girl. Wait, my GIRL? What the fuck is wrong with me...
Shaking off the thought, I focus on watching her and my father interact. "Mason, hello. How are you doing? You've gotten quite old, haven't you?" My father laughs, and she responds, "I'm fine, how about you?" "Well, the same old, but the last two days have been different," she sighs, glancing at her friend, who smiles back.
"Now that I'm here, let's talk about it." She studies me with a tilted head and remarks, "You've got to be the new don." I nod and rise to shake her hand. "Alexander Bianchi."
"Not many people know my name, but I'll let you know because I have a pleasant vibe about you," she says. She introduces herself as Giselle Rose Garcia. Giselle.
"As you know, our mafia and the Russian mafia are enemies, and we thought we had finished the war with the Italian mafia years ago. What we didn't realize was that Vladimir had a son at the time."
I see her visibly flinch at the mention of his name. What's that about?
"He has returned stronger than ever, attacking our warehouses and stealing our shipments. We had spies loyal to him within our mafia. The only way to get rid of them is to kill their leader and end the war for good."
She looks mystified, gazing into the distance. Her friend nudges her, bringing her attention back. "So, I considered working together with you since you're after him as well," I say slowly. "Fine, I'll help you, but he's mine to finish," she declares in a deadly tone, her eyes darkening almost black.
"I'll be in New York for a week, so let's meet tomorrow to discuss the plan, okay?" She asks. "Sure, that'll be wonderful!" With that, she stands up and walks away, accompanied by her friend and what seems like a bodyguard. She's unique and mysterious, sparking my curiosity.
"Shit, she's beautiful," Elijah comments, and I scowl at him. "Chill out, she's yours. I was joking." For a moment, I let myself go, but Elijah's words linger. Mine, my love, my killer queen.
Sounds perfect.
My father leaves, and we stay behind. I stroll to the bar, observing her dancing with a man. I don't know why, but anger wells up within me. Without thinking, I walk towards her, pushing the man aside and pulling her against me.
She starts dancing without realizing it's me. I groan and whisper into her ear, "Stop doing that, my love, unless you want me to take you right here, right now." I smirk, noting the same effect on her as she had on me. She turns around, and I couldn't help but take in every little detail of her face and be captivated by the unique blend of beauty, mystery, and strength that defined her.
