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~
After our morning'session,' I received a call from Papa, who said he needed me and Alex to come home right away. We threw on clothes, or more accurately, I wore Alex's shirt and shorts, and hopped in the car to drive down the street to the mansion.
As we enter the mansion, I notice Nonno spacing to left and right, his hands behind his back. As soon as he sees me, he walks towards me, pulling me out of Alex's arms and hugging me tightly. "Are you okay, Nonno?" I ask as we detach.
"Yes, let's go to Armando's study." He says this while glancing at Alexander. Without further ado, we proceed to the office and enter. No one seemed to notice us, and the tension was evident, as if everyone was on edge.
Ale is shaking his head? makes it appear to be fighting a constant battle within himself. Nonno clears his throat, and their gazes are drawn to us...well, more like on me. One by one, they ran up to me and hugged the life out of me.
"Enough already! What's the problem? Why are you all behaving this way?!" I'm left wondering, Papa looks at me and i see his eyes bloodshot along with everyone else as if they cried, he grabs my right hand, while Nonno grabs my left, and drags me to sit with them. I turn to face Alex, who gives me a reassuring smile.
Mattia pulls out a laptop and places it in front of me. Papa plays the video, and the scene I see breaks my heart. My mother! I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I see her tied in a chair, bruised and bloodied. My so-called best friend is holding a gun to my mother's head.
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My rage-filled eyes moved to the familiar figure in the dark as the sound of malicious laughter echoed. "How's my sweet little pet? I've been missing you terribly, but don't worry, your lovely mother has taken your place." he says as he stabbed my mama in her thigh, her screams hurting my soul.
"NO! MAMA!" i scream looking at the scene. "Now little pet, i'm giving you a chance to save your mother-" as he was going to say that Ale slam close the laptop. i stand up in fury, "WHAT THE HELL! I HAVE TO WATCH IT SO I CAN KNOW WHAT HE WANTS FROM ME AND I CAN SAVE MAMA!" I yell and cry at the same time.
"No! you're not going!" papa raises his voice making me flinch, his eyes immediately soften and embracing me. i think about how he took mama and how she's going through all of that because of me. "b-but papa, she-she's suffering because of me! because he wants me!" then it made sense he wanted me to come to him. "i have to go..i have to go save mama" i abrutly move away from papa and try to walk out -keyword 'tried' but before that Alex took me by my arm and stopped me.
"Alexander, please let me go! I have to go!" I beg him to let me go but instead i start hyperventilating, and he cups my face "Look at me, baby, shh. We're going to find her, and we're going to do it together. Just relax and take a few deep breaths for me." I settle down by following his breathing. I collapse in his arms, exhausted. I mutter to myself, "It's all my fault."
"No stellina, it's not your fault, please don't say that," someone says as another pair of arms snatches me from Alex. I feel my shoulder moist and look up to find Gio crying. I quickly turn around and hug him, and I let out a series of sobs.
After a few minutes, I piece everything together and wipe my face, which results in a blank expression. I take a step forward, startling everyone. If I want to save Mama, I need to come up with a plan.I can't be weak because she won't like it.
That son of a bitch Vladimir is going to die at my hands, and I've already verified his death. And, and God's help Anastasia because if I catch her, she won't be breathing. no one, including her mother, will be aware of her existence. she'll die a brutal death my hands. I'll have your head mark my words, bitch.
Should I find her mother and slaughter her mother right in front of her? no I can't go back to my old ways!
I take my phone from my shorts pocket and ring the only person who can help me. The ringing continues until he picks up and says, "Brandon, I need you to come to Italy tonight!" My tone was icy and desperate. "I'll be there in 5 hours," he says without hesitation. No one questions what I do, which is a sensible decision.
"Ale, Papa, you should summon the men and Diego to a meeting." I say quietly, and to my astonishment, they agree, and Ale takes his phone, most likely to arrange it. "I'll be back," i tell them. I then take the laptop, grab Alexander's hand, and head upstairs to my room. He walks behind me and shuts the door behind him.
"Why him?" Alex inquires, irritated. For a brief moment, I smile, but it fades quickly. "he's the best hacker I know, and we've both been his victims. knowing their locations and belongings is a better and easier method to devise a strategy. I need to watch the video as well, but I won't be able to, therefore you'll do it for me.?"
"Of course, my love," he says. I offer him a sorrowful grin and listen, as he watches the tape about to see if he can recognise or figure out where they are holding mama.
