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𝟢𝟢 | 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖫𝖺 𝖣𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖺

❝ 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 ❞

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Can you imagine an eighteen year old girl being like any other eighteen year old girl by day but by night, oh man, she's the devil.

They call her La Diabla.

Almost any opponent I'm matched against to fight in the illegal underground fights I do will hesitate when they realize they're fighting against me. Since I pity them, I always let them have the first punch on me, maybe a few. I'll always laugh it off because I always win.

When I'm not underground fighting, I'm an assassin going by the same name, La Diabla. The most I've made in a day is $50,000,000 which is not too bad. Plus I make money by underground fighting.

Anytime I kill someone I always carry simple and small white squares of paper with a red pen. I'll write 'besos...la diabla' on the paper and apply red lipstick if I haven't already on my lips, if I have then I'll reapply it and I'll press my lips against the paper and leave a mark under my handwriting.

My lovely signature that lets other people know who killed them.

At first I was my parent's personal hitman or hit woman then when I got into underground fighting, I started to get more popular amongst the crowd. After one of my fights, I overheard a group of men talking about how they've been looking for someone for so long and they've been unsuccessful.

I kept listening in after each fight and managed to get more than enough information on the man they've been looking for. So since I needed some action I decided to hop on a plane to find the man, which I found him the same day I landed in the state, killed him and wrote my signature with my lip print on the paper.

The next night before my fight I printed a picture of the man I killed and gave the picture to the men who had been looking for him. I remembered shooting them a wink before I went into the ring for my next fight.

The next night my name was being whispered everywhere in the club, next thing I knew I was being hoarded by people begging me to kill someone in exchange for money.

Of course I accepted each and every one of them.

That happened when I was barely turning sixteen, now I recently turned eighteen and I've been making more than enough money that I'll basically leave some bills along with my signature on some of my assassinations.

Every night I'll come home and my parents will practically beg me to tell them what happens at my fights, my assassinations. Each and every single one of them.

I have an older sister who is one of the best lawyers in the country. She basically became a lawyer because she said if I ever got caught, she could easily prove me innocent, which I'm not. She's never lost a case which makes me so fucking proud of her.

I've always loved the life I was given.

Being able to get away with everything, especially my favorite hobbies, illegal fighting and killing. Not being able to worry about the police having my fingerprints or DNA because it'll basically lead them back to square one.

What can I say, I'm a girl who really doesn't exist.