BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
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Veronica's POV
As I walk into the room, the men bow their heads at me in respect. I keep my head held up high, Marcus walking behind me.
I promised my revenge and I'll get it.
The sounds of the doors shutting and locking, make me excited.
Now that I control the Spanish mafia I can kill whoever I want. Every single one of my men who deserves to be dead is in this room.
I stand in front of all of them on the stage and Marucs brings one of them up onto the stage.
"Everyone of you who is sitting down in this room will die today," I announce, walking to the man who's been forced onto a chair. "You will sit and watch the others die until it is your turn," I explain, taking my gun out and turning the safety off.
They all stay silent, shocked.
The man on the chair shakes his head at me, "Please-"
Without hesitation, I point the gun at the man's head and pull the trigger.
"Next."
They take the dead man off the chair and replace him with another man. I walk behind him and force him to look up at me, I give him a smile, "I'll make it quick," I whisper.
He closes his eyes as I pull my knife out. I slit his throat and let go of him, "Next."
This goes on for ten minutes and so far half the room is empty, the walls and floors and my clothes are stained red.
I shoot the man and blood splatters onto my cheek. I wipe the blood off of my face with my finger, and slowly I bring my finger up to my lips and suck it off.
"Next," I demand.
These men have accepted their fates, there is no escape. They all watch the others die, wishing it will be the next so they don't have life in fear anymore. They want to die.
They bring another man onto the blood-stained chair, "Make it quick," he begs.
I smirk, "For you, I won't."
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Every man who worked for the Spanish Mafia is dead, apart from Noah and Marcus of course. And no one else outside of this mafia knows. I sit down at the end of the table, sighing.
I lost control. I couldn't contain my anger. Every person who looked my way, I shot them.
This is good. I did promise myself that I would kill them all one day.
Although it was quite easy and boring.
I knew that was going to happen so I secretly have been rebuilding the Spanish mafia for a few weeks now.
"I can't risk taking too much time with this," I say, leaning back in my chair. Marucs nods, "Of course. But I would suggest checking the new recruits out for yourself when you have the time."
