Alessya Rodríguez: A woman who is feared by anyone she comes across. A soul made of gold, a body like a goddess. The heir to the Spanish mafia that will not hesitate to eliminate anyone in her way.
Arsenio Romano: A man who will kill anyone reckles...
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"Who do you work for?" I asked holding the gun in my hand. No reply. I shot the bullet through his leg as he groaned in pain. "I said. Who. The. Fuck. Do. You. Work. For." I've been torturing this guy for a bit now but he won't release much answers, well, more fun for me. "Well? Speak up." I say pointing the gun at his other leg. "They will come for you. All of you." He says weakly. I pull the trigger and hear him groan in pain again. "Wrong answer."
"We can make this really hard and painful. Or you just answer my damn question and i'll consider to give you a quick death." He knew he was gonna die either way so no need to lie about it. "So i'll ask you one more time. Who do you work for?" "You used to be so little, and innocent. You we're full of good." He says.
How he knows this? Well he worked for my dad for like forever now, so he saw me grow up. but he betrayed us. "She left, replaced her with a better version of me." I say emotionless. A bullet goes trough his shoulder as he groans. "You know, i have all day. And i love to see people suffer, so thats just an extra."
"Alright, i'll give you a break from that question. Why did you betray us?" I ask, if he wont answer straight away i'll take a detour. "Now thats a question which isn't important, thats just your feelings speaking." He says. What feelings? Really he thinks he's smart. "Well why did you do it?" I ask again.
"They are much better, give me better protection." I cut him off by laughing "better protection? Well i can see that." "Anyways, i heard enough. But now im curious, who's better than us?" I ask. "The Romano Family." There we go, this technique always works.
"The Romano Family, huh? Are those the people your working for?" I ask with a smirk. His eyes widen when he realizes he just answered my first question. "Well thank you a lot." I say my smirk got even bigger. I shoot him a couple of times. "Let him bleed to death." I tell one of the men who were waiting at the door while walking out.
I walk to my bathroom and wash my hands. I never heard of the Romano family before, my dad never told anything about them either. He probably doesn't know them too. I get pulled out of my thoughts by my brother walking in. "Did you really have to make such a mess downstairs?" He says. "Yes. Why would you care? You don't have to clean it."
"I know but, those people who do need to clean it work a lot. So you could've kept it a little less bloody." He says while i dry off my hands. "Well why don't you clean it then?" He makes a problem out of everything. "No gross, i just-." I cut him off "Solo deja de hablar Ameer!" ( "just stop talking Ameer!") Gosh. My mom and dad had 3 kids Ameer (17) me (18) and my older brother Rafael (20). But he's not the heir, i am. My dad thinks i can handle it better, i agree.
One of the men who works for us comes in. "Ma'am, your father wants to speak to you." "Tell him im busy." I was planning to go out. "He said it was important." I sigh while standing up. "Don't worry about it Ameer." I say while walking out.
