Morana, a thirteen year old assassin, a legend. She was born in France and raised by the French mafia.
She gets sent to kill a Cortello brother, she doesn't succeed and she gets shot, she is taken to the hospital and the police gets involved and th...
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"Morana." Someone calls out my name twice. I rubbed my eyes groaning because I was so peacefully sleeping— '..so my body automatically can't sleep' my ass.
I sit up and open my eyes to find Elio looking at me with something between a smirk and a smile. "So you do snore?"
Embarrassment is my middle name.
I rolled my eyes sitting up still trying to remember the last events in my life. He raised his eyebrows at me, maybe because I rolled my eyes but I don't fucking care.
"What do you want?" I asked glaring at him and that caused him to smirk even more? Is he happy for getting under my skin?
"Dinner is ready." He said looking at me for so long that I am starting to think there's something on my face.
He chuckled before turning around and he finally started leaving my room.
Then he turned to me confused and when I looked at him confused also, he rolled his eyes telling me to follow him.
I nodded getting up taking my phone in my hand, I opened the camera to see my face and I find drool at the side of my mouth. Literally just kill me.
We walk for a very long painful silent time until we reach a door, it is so big, it feels like I am in a castle, this place is as big as a castle honestly.
The guards push the door open revealing Elio and I. While Elio made his way to his seat, I just stood there lookin—
NO
NAH
PUTAIN NON!
My eyes are playing games on me—
I AM NOT THIS UNLUCKY— NO!
I reach the back of my jeans and pull out my knife when DOMENICO CORTELLO got up and pointed his gun at me.
It's a prank? Isn't it?
Someone says sike this isn't funny.
Putain de merde.
Maybe I am still dreaming? I leaned my knife a little poking my pinky— This is not a dream. Damn my existence.
"THE FUCK IS SHE DOING IN OUR HOME?!?" Domenico exclaimed looking at—MILO CORTELLO.
"You said you weren't going to kidnap me!" I yelled at Adriano who was just completely confused.
