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.
She's...
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C H A P T E R T W E N T Y F I V E
I woke myself up screaming.
It was a mess and I couldn't tell if I was screaming from another nightmare or from Ace laying next to me, plotting my demise.
"Hey," he mumbled sleepily, his arm snaked around my body and pulled me closer to him. "It's okay, you're safe. You're safe." His voice was a soothing coo and I turned to look at him, he was drowsy with hooded eyes and a husky voice.
"I'm safe?" I questioned.
His eyes blinked a few times, waking himself up fully. Only then could he comprehend his own words.
"You- it- it was a nightmare."
"I know." I settled back on the mattress and melted around his body. He held himself so tensely, not moving a muscle. "Relax." I whispered. "It's okay, you're safe." I mocked his words back to him and he rolled his eyes before we both drifted back to sleep.
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"I'm unarmed, can't you just put that thing down and talk to me for a second? We've got plenty of time to fight." I grabbed a menu off the bedside table and looked over it. "I'm starving, let's order room service. The pepperoni pizza looks good, stuffed crust."
Everything ran smoothly this morning, or at least as well as it could've done after shacking up with the enemy. Ace woke up and showered, I pretended to sleep.
But when he got back into the room and I was sitting up in bed he pulled a gun out on me, here we are.
"What is Valentino's plan?"
I stretched my limbs and groaned, last night was strenuous. I needed a massage. "You still have my brother, no?"
"Yes. No. I mean no."
"Then our first plan is to get him back. He has a tracker in him, you're fond of that plan, no?"
"No. I mean yes." I smiled.
"Wherever you take him we will find him. My father wants you to pay. He's dead set on finding someone you have an emotional connection to and then torturing and killing them while he makes you watch."
"So what's your role in all of this?"
I yawned. "Isn't that obvious?"
He shook his head slowly.
"I've been feeding them information. Sitting in on your little business meetings. We're always a step ahead of you. I told my family when you planned to take Antonio. I told them to join forces with Petrov. I got them the blueprints to your club. I befriended your men, your women, earned their trust and respect. I watched how you fight, how you rule. I learnt your weaknesses as well as your strengths."
"What is my weakness?"
I laughed and nodded towards his arm. "You wear your heart on your sleeve." He looked down at his birthmark and frowned.
