Azalea POV-
well. that was easy.
he trusts me and believes i can't speak.
hopefully he will accidentally say something about it so no one else questions it.
i wrap my knives and guns in t shirts and jumpers. i pack my assassin mask and uniform.
when i was 8 i was found by Jeremy. my best friend Neiha's dad. we entered the underground together and are known as the devils twins, Reina and Sangre,
Reina, queen in Spanish, and Sangre is blood in spanish.
we only started killing on missions when we were 10 but over the last 6 years we rose to the top. we both completed highschool and university, we started a multi-million dollar buisness together and we became the heirs to the Spanish mafia.
Jeremy is the don and while Neiha is the blood heir she knows that we stick together and i will gladly stand by her side.
i dont remember when we started street fighting or street racing but, we are still undefeated.
i pull out my phone and message her:
A- Azalea,N- Neiha
A- Foster Dead, Bio found, disconnect, 29 35 50
N- J informed, disconnect, 47 29 50 2
i turn off my phone and take the battery out. i set a bomb to explode the house when i reach the airport.
Neiha and i speak in code over text so no one knows what we are saying.
we made the code after the first time we got separated on a mission and i couldn't give her information over a public phone.
29 means to meet at our location when it's safe
35 means I'm destroying evidence or the house in this case
50 means i love you, that one isn't official but in case we don't see each other again, she deserves to know.
47 means she received my message
2 tells me what location we are meeting at when i give her the signal.
i finish packing my bags and walk back downstairs.
my brother is still sitting on the couch when i walk up to him and tap his shoulder. he turns around and i smile at him, i can tell this surprises him.
god, i love manipulating people.
i'm not psychotic, i do have emotions but they are a weakness. i can show emotion around Neiha and Jeremy but to anyone else, my weakness can be used agaisnt me.
i start towards the door but i feel him grab the handle of my bag. i use my phone to type "am i allowed to bring my bike?" he nods and says "we can have any cars or bikes shipped over if you want." shipped? "where are we going?" he smiles and says "italy"
holy shit, my family is italian!
this is not good.
he must have seen the shock on my face because he laughs and puts an arm around my shoulder. i shake my head and he removes his arm and looks at me sadly.
we all get in the car and i can feel the older brother glaring at me, so i take my new 'friends' hand and start writing on it. i tell him about my life, well the boring parts at least.
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Azalea
General FictionAzalea Nevaeh Willson, known for her idgaf attitude and her witty comebacks, people in school mostly avoid her. Azalea knows she adopted as her foster parents and abusers love to remind her. Azalea escapes her 'parents' by terrorizing the world as...
