𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 | The oldest daughter of the Don to the Latin mafia hasn't had it easy in life so far growing up in a not so loving household made her have to learn how to build herself back from what her father destroyed and trust no one...
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~Mara Clemente ~
I walk out of the bathroom and make my way back to my office, I enter the room and see it is just how I left it with my mug that my sister had bought me on the desk along with a bunch of open files I had been looking into only difference is the coffee is now freezing cold.
I guess I can grab a new one on the way back but now I really need to get this done and over with.
I grab my bag and check to make sure everything is there then I walk across the room and open the top drawer and grab one of my many, many, many guns and load it then I shove it into the pocket in my belt made just for it and it fits snug right in it's place, I give it a good pat before I reach for the door and walk out.
I make my way down the hall and through the building until I notice I've reached the back door I pause in front of it for a second, I take a deep breath before that damn automatic door bursts open with the cold winter wind snapping me out of my bubble. I scan the parking lot searching for my car when I recognize my shiny silver beautiful baby. Yes, I call my car baby and she is my one and only baby deal with it or respectfully suck a dick. She's a gorgeous Audi RS 7 , not the most feminine car I know. Not that I really care. Only problem with it is it draws too much attention. Makes me look suspicious because my little agent salary can definitely not afford this kind of car but I always just put it on "rich parents" which isn't that far from the truth I guess.
I take out my keys and make sure to check underneath the car because that's just life as a woman now.
I unlock the car and get in the sweet sound of the engine blessing my ears, as I get out the address provided to me and start driving there hoping to get a bit earlier than the rest so I might have sped past a few lights but no one needs to know about that. Not that they can do shit because any cop would easily recognize my license plate and act like they didn't see anything. Such a corrupt community we live in, people will do anything for money wouldn't they.
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That little speeding fiasco I had payed off because I did manage to get there before anyone else well that's what I thought-
- till I saw none other than my sister. Bianca dressed in the most ridiculous disguise ever it was so stupid she even had the wig and everything hiding her ridiculously beautiful and healthy blonde hair. Which yes I am jealous of. It was hilarious but I can recognize those grey eyes from literally anywhere. I call out to her (with her fake name ).
She walks up to me closing up her already very closed trench coat even more. She gives me her signature grin then smile routine. "hey puttana (whore), so where's the old wrinkly corpse we're dealing with" god that girl can put a smile on my face any day of the week but we have shit to do so I try my best attempt to keep a serious face on "Hey cagna (bitch) inside the mansion I have papers that will let the security let us into the mansion we don't have much time before the other get here so we have to get you in and out very quickly before any of the others are here" I say
