Leo's POV
I smirked to myself as I watched Rachel Cruz maneuver through the aisles of the grocery store. It was no accident that their paths had crossed. I had been meticulously tracking her movements, studying her routines, and waiting for the opportune moment to appear before herI noticed her confidence in every stride, the determined glint in her eyes. She seemed oblivious to his presence, she was in her world as she ran errands. I am well aware of the fact that she's a relentless spirit and no longer the naive, weak woman I used to know. But, I'm a mafia leader. She may be Brandon's girlfriend but without him by her side she's powerless. The most she could do was kick and slap me so she did not pose a threat. I should teach her a lesson for slapping and kicking me. How did she have the audacity to do that? I will break you again Rachel Cruz. Mark my words.
I stepped closer to her unsuspecting figure from behind and pressed the napkin to her nose and she fell unconscious. You guessed it right, it was chloroform. Now she's in my basement AKA torture chamber. You're in for hell Rachel. You had it coming the day you made the audacious attempt to slap and kick me. Now who will save you from my wrath?
Rachel stirred awake and she took in her surroundings. The look of horror on her face gave me pleasure. Oh sweetheart this is only the beginning. Rachel was in my basement but she still dared to yell in my face. I kicked her on her stomach and slapped her multiple times, finding bliss in every scream that escaped her mouth. She yelled at me again as she blamed me for her family's demise and I was beyond astounded by her defiance. It seemed like she wasn't as fazed as I had hoped. Now where's the fun in that?
Let me get my torture knife and hammer. When I returned 10 minutes later, I was dumbstruck to find Rachel untied and she had a smirk on her face. How the fuck did she untangle herself?? She seemed to have noticed my predicament as she started laughing maniacally. Her laugh was taunting and I was boiling with rage.
She sneered " Did you mistake me for the old Rachel? Do you seriously think I am the one who walked into the lion's den? Oh honey, that's where you're wrong!! You walked into the lion's den. I am not just Brandon's girlfriend but also the Mafia Queen. I learned the ropes quicker than anticipated and I'm more powerful than some of his strongest men. You made a terrible blunder by assuming that you could torture me like you once did. I will end you!!"
Before I could attack Rachel, I heard a husky voice that hollered, "I wouldn't do that if I were you" My face turned pale. No, it can't be. Brandon Monet?! He's much more powerful than me since the French Mafia is the #1 mafia in the whole world. His men came in and tied me to a chair. I attempted to protest and fight but failed miserably.
Brandon declared, " Your biggest blunder was assuming that you were watching Rachel. NO! We allowed you to keep an eye on her because you wouldn't be able to resist capturing her. I attached a tracker on her necklace so I would know her location at all times. When I saw your house in her location I cognized that our plan had been a success. You will pay for all the pain you caused my queen. You'll pay for every single tear she has shed. Your death is her redemption."
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Mafia's Badgirl
RomanceBrandon is the leader of the French Mafia and a university freshman. He's feared by most but he's not as intimidating as people make him out to be. He can be a gentle giant when he wants to be. Rachel is a young single mother, to a beautiful 9-month...