Arabella Anastasi is just a girl, with a dark past. She wore a mask and hood at school (although, she hardly showed up) to avoid people and questions, she went by a fake name too. Her mafia involvement wasn't a big help either, her secret could be a...
‼️‼️TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE: THIS CHAPTER HAS ATTEMPTED RAPE‼️‼️
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I've stayed in Germany for two fucking days acting like a stalker.
With 7 different identities -however, I've only used two- , I've been hidden in plain sight.
Sometimes I pose as a young woman, sometimes an old woman and sometimes I don't even pose as a woman.
My makeup is done not to enhance my beauty but to make me appear different, be it ugly or pretty.
The plaster I put on my face to change my face and the different lipsticks I use, the hair changes very frequently too.
I brought a blonde wig, a black wig, and a brunette wig. I refuse to use my natural hair. I never leave any part of me to be natural, although it really looks. Everything down to my eye color changes.
I'm also staying at one of Dad's hotels in Germany. No one questions me of anything.
I'm sitting on a two person table at a small yet cozy café's patio.
Thomas Greene was here too, he came with another guy, had a coffee with him, talked and then exchanged a letter, then the guy left. I was sitting next to the table beside him acting unusually interested in a rather boring book.
Thomas took a call, not before sipping on his second coffee.
"Hello?", He grumbled, "Ich werde heute Abend bei Kowalski sein.", He said lowly.
<I'll be at Kowalski tonight>
Then he spoke some more irrelevant stuff, and ended his call.
Kowalski is a night club, and holy fuck was I underaged but holy fuck did I have a brother who made authentic fake identities for fun.
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Tonight, I'll be posing as Sabrina Weber. A blonde hair, brown eyed, single woman who spent her days working hard and wanted a nice fuck only for tonight.
One thing I felt heavily guilty about was that if worst comes to worst, I'd have to sleep with him.
I really didn't want to do that, I wanted to get him killed off quick and killing him at an unguarded club with about two hundred people, was an easy opening I decided to take.
I washed my face then walked to the bed and grabbed my phone to facetime Zade.
I never ever just call him, it's always a video call.
He picked up after 2 rings, and then greeted me with, "Hey slut."
"Thank you daddy.", I said, seriously. He frowned in response, so I said, "Sorry I meant sir."
