They wanted her to be their weapon, and that she became. But at what cost?
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~Warning~
Mature Content
Violence
Torture
Explicit Language
Psychotic behavior
AGE-GAP (hardly.)
Graphic Photos
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Highest rank: #1 in assassin
This the grown up version of Mateo. picture him with piercing blue eyes though.
Also, In this chapter she remembers a very dark part of her life. Please be warned. Also, I changed chapter 15 up a little bit, so I recommend going back to re-read it. ----
Raven P.O.V.
I pout, he was not happy. I watch him as he paces his office, glancing at me occasionally.
I smirk and step towards his desk but he holds up his hand, instantly stopping my movements. "Do not. I am very.. Angry right now little one."
I huff and cross my arms, "And why are you mad, Dios Mio?" He tenses at the name and then swipes everything off his desk causing me to roll my eyes.
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(Translation: My god.) He walks towards me, slowing going around the desk. Then he stands in front of me, and snarls. "I told you, to bring them back alive. DOES THIS LOOK ALIVE TO YOU?" His hand strikes across my cheek, causing my head to whip to the side. I stare down at the ground. Our Mateo just hurt us.. Get revenge.
I think about it for s second, then slowly look up. His eyes glare down at mine but his eyes widen a bit when he sees my eyes slowly changing. Agreed.
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His hand, that's still in the air after smacking me, starts to lower but my hands move very quickly to grip it. I pull him towards me then lift my leg and kick him in the chest. He stumbles back and lands on the desk. The desk cracks but doesn't break. He stares at me in anger, "The fuck do you think you are doing." He stands up straight, fixing his jacket then balling up his fists. His eyebrows are scrunched together.
My right eye twitches and I walk towards him, he lifts his gun and aims it at me. I stop. He smirks, "Calm down. Little bird. Surely you can take a hit. After all you did do something wrong. Bad girls get punished."
I want to shove the gun up his ass and shoot him.
I giggle at the idea, then my hand quickly moves and grips the gun. I duck down seconds before he shoots it, then grab it from his hands and pull it towards me. He widens his eyes in shock, "Tío trained you way too well."
