Damaged Diabla ✔

CHAPTER 16 | 3 Years Later

3 YEARS LATER

Veronica's POV

The urge to kill possesses me.

The urge to kill blesses me, annihilating all insecurities before they begin. Only ensuring internal wins. Not asking how, why, or when.

The desire to kill is a necessity.

I am Donna of the Fucking Spanish Mafia.

I'm a nice bitch, but when people disrespect me or my loved ones I will become a fucking nightmare.

I'm thirsty for blood.

Thirsty for The Sanches Family's blood.

3 Years ago the Sanches family made a terrible mistake of murdering my Abuelo, and now, they will pay the price.

I want my revenge, and no one can stop me from getting it.

I've dreamed about killing them for years now but I just need to wait for the right moment.

I am capable of killing them now, don't get me wrong, but I need to wait for everything to fall into plan.

I couldn't kill them when I escaped a year ago, it would have been too reckless. I needed to get better. I needed to focus on myself. I needed to heal. If I was going to take everything from them, even their lives, I needed a plan.

So that's what I did, I healed and formed a plan.

I just need to wait for a while to even put it in motion.

I have planned this for too long just for it to fail.

They will all fucking pay.

My thoughts are rudely cut off when the door to my office swings open. I lift my head a bit looking up from my laptop, "Ma'am, the press conference started almost five minutes ago. When will you be there?" my PA Dreya asks.

"I won't be there" I respond

"But Ma'am-" I cut her off before she could continue.

"Like I said, Dreya, I wont fucking be there."

She just nods and closes my office door softly.

I sigh annoyed, sipping on my latte.

The door slams back open and I carry on sipping on my drink.

Noah slumps down in the one out of two chairs in front of me.

My eyes stare at him, waiting for him to speak.

"So why did I have to do that?" Marcus asks me, grunting.

"Do what?" I ask innocently .

"Shoot those four guys." He states annoyed.

Ahh, yes, Members of the Italian Mafia. Well the answer is simple really, They were friends of Giovanni Sanches. Also I was kind enough to give them a warning about what's to come.

"Because I told you too," I say casually.

"Are you some crazy revenge-killing assassin or something?"

"Or something."

Noah freezes, looking at me with wide eyes. "Veronica. Please tell me you're lying.

I shrug, "I would but I'm not a dishonest person."

"...You're a killer," Noah says worriedly.

I raise my eyebrows, "It's not like you're any better."

"Oh yeah. I forgot that I was a sniper. Okay, I don't care anymore."

Noah Is my right hand man, and best sniper in the whole Mafia.

I met Noah two years ago, when I was still in training, he was training to be a sniper while I was training to be Donna of the Spanish Mafia.

Marcus is like a brother to me, and I would trust him with my life.

My office door slammed open once again.

WHAT DID THE FUCKING DOOR TO YOU?!

Marcus barges in with a calm expression.

Marcus King, Marcus and Noah are brothers, Marcus is the oldest by a year, he is 21 and Noah is 20.

I met Marcus a week after knowing Noah.

"Move, you're in my seat." Marcus demands glaring at his brother.

"Fuck off, Piss stain." Noah responds proudly.

Marcus just stares at Noah for a solid ten seconds before lunging at him.

Marcus puts Noah in a headlock, while Noah is desperately trying to gouge Marcus's eyes out.

I just sigh at their daily greeting.

I'm used to it by now.

I turn around in my chair, grabbing one of Abuelo's best liquor, and pour it into a glass.

I'm going to need it.

I turn back around, now facing the two brothers who are still fighting, It looks like Noah is trying to bite Marcus's ankle off.

Fucking gremlin.

I look down at my set of draws under my desk and open the top one, grabbing a large folder.

I slam the folder onto the desk hoping to get the attention of the two boys.

But the ignorant fucks just ignore me and carry on "Wrestling" as they would call it.

I have had enough.

I chug my scotch, and look at the glass carefully before the sound of glass shattering fills the room.

Both of them freeze, their heads snapping to different directions wondering what that sound was.

Realising I was glaring at them both they quickly got up, and sat down. Both muttering "sorrys".

I take a deep breath before continuing.

I open the folder, instantly seeing multiple pictures and information on the Sanches family.

"Giovanni has five sons. Angelo, Dante, Marco, Carlos, And Enzo."

I continue reading, "Giovanni has a daughter, and is unknown. Allegedly, she's dead, But the Sanches's has been looking for her ever since she went missing at age three."

I close the file and look up, "Now we don't care about the girl. We care about Giovanni and his sons. He's going to be at the next ball and we're going to kill them."

The Mafia Balls, they host them every year, it is to show peace, every Mafia must go. It's a rule. There are five nights where a different mafia hosts a ball for the other Mafias.

There is only one rule.

No weapons.

Luckily for us The Italian Mafia is hosting tomorrow.

Marcus straightens up on his seat, "Why don't we like Sanches Family?"

Noah crosses his arms, "Yeah why don't we like them?"

"Because they murdered my Abuelo three years ago."

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