A Runway model and the American-Italian mafia boss
Alex D'Cruz has a rough past life that remains dead to her. On a way to forget everything and move on to a different part of Italy. She is independent and focused on herself a sa rising runway model...
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Giovanni Gambino
We made it back from our adventure. Alex was quiet the whole time. No one spoke a word to each other. Just when I thought we were becoming friends something happens and now we are back to square one. I need some distractions that keep me busy 24/7 like what I do doesn't keep me busy.
I pulled into the driveway of the house. She got out of the car and stood by the door. I walked up to the door and unlocked it. She went straight upstairs. I looked up and there was Miko standing on the balcony he frowned at me. Don't worry I didn't fuck you fiancee.
" Where did y'all go?" Devina slid up next to me.
"Nowhere. I am just leaving," I want to return to the penthouse.
" Why? I like having my big brother around," She punched my arm.
" Well, I like having my privacy and not everyone up my ass every second of the damn day."
" Ok, Mr. Sassy pants."
I walked out the door and back to my car. Devina stood by the front door and mouthed ' I am keeping my eyes on you.' I got to love my little sister.
I speeded out of the driveway. The sun was setting slowly, I bet the meetings are over now. I have to plan my mission on the plan since I already have the people that are flying with me. We should be there before 10. I have five hours since the sun sets early now.
I pulled to the runway and parked my car. Many of the people that part of the mission are already boarding the jet. I threw my keys at one of my guards. He walked over to get into my car.
" Don't crash my shit, because that is how you lose your life and job," I yelled. I boarded my jet and found a seat in the back. The cool air was blowing hard. This flight to Franch shouldn't be long.
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I finished putting on the bulletproof vest and the rest of the black outfit. I made sure the knives, guns, and ammo were on me. Everyone else was dressed in the black outfits that were provided.
" I need to know what is being transported and report back to me. I will blow it up myself if it is something that is dangerous if we can use it for our own benefit then kill them and take it with no trace of us. If there is a trace of us left behind I will find out who was on that team and kill you myself. So, therefore, don't fuck up or I will fuck you up," I announced.
I opened the door and walked down the stairs. The door to the SUV that is taking us to the harbor. The drive wasn't long, so when we arrive everyone split into groups. I snuck up behind one of the crates and watched the French standing around it was almost 10, so it should be here soon.
