BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
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Veronica's POV
Twirling the dagger in my hand, the man screams, pleading for forgiveness.
A small smirk reaches my face, I haven't even started and he's already screaming.
"Please, I won't—"
I turn around, "Does it look like I care? I'm bored and I want to have fun. So be a good boy and be quiet."
He opens his mouth so I throw the dagger right into it. They never listen. His eyes roll back and his head hangs low.
A few minutes go by and I'm already playing around with his dead body. His head is on my lap as I carve my initials onto his chest with the dagger from his mouth.
I stop what I'm doing and look at my work. I've never been one to do art but if I do, I normally do it like this. Titling my head, I watch as blood sweeps out of his body then I continue to carve my initials on his forehead with a soft smile.
I reluctantly take my blade out of his forehead, and stand up. Taking in all my art. It was truly a masterpiece. I stare at his forehead seeing my initials.
VG
It was beautiful.
Now, you may be wondering why this happened. Well I recently got word from my spies that just one hour ago, someone who worked for me had betrayed me. When I heard this I could not wait to get my hands on the bastard. But I have found out that he was later killed by the Spanish Mafia.
I was pissed.
So, the only reasonable way to respond to this was, by torturing the one and only Angelo Sanches, right hand man, and then killing him and sending the body to Angelo.
The ball is in three hours, so I would consider that a thoughtful reminder to never steal my kill.
I sigh, walking out of the basement I am met with two of my guards. "Send the body to Angelo Sanches, make it look pretty."
"Yes ma'am." They both speak at the same time.
I make my way up the stairs and in my bedroom. I hear a little shuffling in the corner of my room. Sparky.
I walk up to his cage and softly stroke his fluffy, slender back. He just purs in approval.
I sigh slightly and walk to my walk in-closet.
I have already done my makeup earlier. And I'm going to get changed now because By the time I get my dress on we will have 2 hours to get to the Italian ball.
Yes, We.
Marcus, Noah and I are going to the Ball.
Miguel and I still aren't talking to each other, even though he is one year older than me, he is so childish.
My hands glide over the velvet material of my dress. It fits like the softest glove, around every one of my curves. I'm adorned in a slippery iridescent black velvet dress which has an off the shoulder type of top. The infinity symbol necklace on my neck is shimmery in the dim light.
