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...
Hey y'all this took a while cuz I had exams and I was having like a mental block so anything I wrote didn't make much sense but we're good now and I already have a few chapters written ahead so enjoy this
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~Mara Clemente~
This is bullshit I think as I slap my hand across my forehead.
I've been going through all of these tapes and none of them are helpful. They're just a bunch of drunk people dancing and getting into street fights in the alleys you know, the normal shit that would go on in a club.
Though I have noticed a few time jumps, indicating some of the footage got deleted. But how did whoever did this get access to that? I mean it was only available to the owners of the place and Madden. Something is missing here something isn't right. (Mara on a missionnnn)
I groan giving up on finding anything in the tape so I get up from my comfy ass chair and exit the van, planning to go see if the other team made any progress but when I get out I find that most of the cars are gone and that the sun is well on its way to being gone. I've been in there for that long? Oh well, I'll just go see who's still there, maybe the reports they have are any useful because if I wanna keep my place here I have to actually do my job even if I'm just here as a mole.
This job is the only thing keeping me away from my father, my real life it's the only thing allowing me to live a different life and just for once pretend my life is ok, normal.
I'm not losing that I can't and I won't let it happen. I refuse to go back to those cold nights at the mansion back home where I would wake up every day and be scared to to even get out of my room because I didn't wanna face my father. Because I was too weak to stand up to him too scared I'd have a bruise on my face for a week if I do. But I'm not that same girl anymore. The coward I was is not there anymore.
I make my way through the parking till I see two tall shadows lurking in the dark "Hey?" I say calmly since I have no idea who they are but they seem to not hear me. I tell they're whispering about something though I cannot make out exactly what.
I go to repeat myself even louder this time and that gets their attention but when the light illuminates their features I realize it's Jones and Daniel (yea I finally didn't use his last name seems pretty fucking fair since he had his tongue down her goddamn throat) I don't know what Jones's first name is but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.
"You done gossiping girls?" I say mockingly "we weren't gossiping" Daniel snaps back while Jones just bites the inside of his cheek probably trying to hold back a laugh "Oh yea but like that bitch is soooooooo problematic she literally-" Jones finally says while making these weird exclamatory faces
