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~
"Don't move...don't move...There you are," I smirked and was about to pull the trigger when my phone started buzzing, interrupting my focus for a split second. Ignoring the call, I re-aimed at my target and began counting down: "3..2..1."
But just as I was about to fire, my phone rang again, distracting me once more. Frustrated, I cursed under my breath and pulled it out of my pocket. It was Ana calling.
"Ana," I said impatiently. "I'm on a mission. What do you want?"
"I need you home right now!" she said, gasping for breath.
"No way," I replied, my finger hovering over the end call button. "I'm about to take this guy out."
But then I heard shuffling and a grunt in the background, followed by a stern voice: "Giselle Rose Gracia, I order you to return home immediately!"
It was Diego, my mentor and boss. I knew I couldn't ignore his call. "All right," I said reluctantly. "But it had better be good."
As I hung up the phone, I quickly packed up my rifle and other belongings and slipped out unnoticed. Running over rooftops, jumping from building to building, and sliding down a pipe to an alley, I made my way to my matte black Audi R8 parked nearby.
Driving to the estate, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Diego never called me back before I had completed my missions. When I arrived, the guard let me in as soon as he saw my car.
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Heart racing, I parked in the garage and rushed upstairs to Diego's office. But when I burst in, I found not just Diego, but also his wife Jenna and their son Dante, a close friend of mine.
Diego spoke to me calmly, which only made me more nervous. "Pequeña, take a seat," he said.
I sat down, trying to keep my composure. "Spill it out, old man," I said, my tone not hiding my impatience.
"I received a call from Italy," Diego began. "Your father, the Italian mafia don Armando Moretti, has gotten news of his daughter - that's you - being alive."
I gasped in shock. "How do they know?" I demanded.
Diego sighed. "They got the Russians' second in command. He snitched on his mafia, and now they know. But don't worry, they have no idea where you are."
I breathed a sigh of relief, but my mind was already racing. Why were they looking for me now, after fourteen years? I felt an itch to torture and kill someone - it was the kind of satisfaction that comes from draining someone's blood until they bleed to death.
"I need to get out of here," I muttered, storming out of the office and ignoring their calls. I went to my room and locked myself in, wondering why my perfect life had to be interrupted now.
