The world thinks she's dead, purely so she could become her fathers ultimate & deadliest weapon.
Armed with a new alias & a fearless attitude Gabriella Valentino goes undercover in enemy quarters to avenge her mothers death once and for all.
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C H A P T E R N I N E T E E N
"Cute." I muttered sarcastically.
"You work for Petrov?" I didn't react to his question. "You work for Valentino?" He laughed a little "you a cop?"
"Maybe I work alone." I answered.
"An assassin, really?" He rolled his eyes, not threatened in the slightest. To people like us, assassins are nothing more than a nuisance.
"Okay, I'll humour it for a second. What would an assassin want with me?" He brainstormed, running his finger against his stubble.
"Maybe you ticked off an ex boyfriend." He pressed his lips together firmly.
"Who hired you?" He cocked a brow of arrogance "How much is the bounty worth?"
"C'mon now, you know I'm not going to answer those questions." I walked around my kitchen, Ace dangerously piercing into me with his fury-filled blue eyes. I checked behind the microwave, no gun.
I headed into the bedroom, he followed me. Hobbling along the floor like his footsteps stole all of his effort but he put on a brave face.
"Quit looking for your guns Red. They're all gone." I ignored him, looking behind my units, under my desk, behind my drapes, inside my mirror. Getting increasingly wound up that he had stolen all of my stuff.
"You fucking creep!" I yelled out. "How long were you in my bedroom while I slept!" My eyes fell to my panty drawer and I pounced over there tossing the panties out.
"Yeah, got the one from in there as well." He commented from behind me. I pulled out Boris my big black hollowed-out dildo and I heard him sigh. "Red this isn't the time to masturbate." Untwisting the battery compartment I smiled to myself when I got my hands on the pocket knife I kept inside.
I didn't hesitate before throwing it like it was a dart and he was my board.
"Ah! What the fuck Red!" He shouted as he yanked the knife out of his thigh. He threw the gun down on the bed and launched at me.
He threw punches, I blocked them. I threw punches, he blocked them.
We fought for a long time, both an equal match for one another. It was tiring but also made me want to fuck him so bad. He fought well, I fought better but something told me he was holding back or just too hurt to fight properly.
He pounced on me, pushing me down on the bed and pinning my hands above my head so I was unable to move. His hand reached into his back pocket and within seconds he had clamped my hands to the headboard with my own hand cuffs. I used my feet, kicking and grabbing him but it was no use. He managed to get free of my hold and backed up.
He dropped his trousers and winced at the gash I had left in his thigh. Blood pooled out of it and he set his scowl on me.
"Was there any need on that?" He asked with anger.
