''Devils never die, innocents do.''
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Anastasia Fernandez is a 26 year old daughter of the Sicilian Mafia Don. She is s sick psycho who has no heart and no femininity whatsoever. She is a killing machine whose hands are stained with innocent peopl...
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Its been a week. Since I . . . got betrayed by both Athena and Alessandro. I dont even know them anymore. Traitors are not there to be know. They are there to be spat on. To be cursed.
All I have done the last week is remember, kill and get angry. Thats it. Alessandro was no where to be seen. Thank god.
He's acting a little too good to be true for a pathetic traitor.
If I say that I am not surprised to see Alessandro not forcing to me to say stuff I would be totally wrong. Wrecked.
Last time I saw him he was leaving the mansion in his car. The only thing he did though is tighten up the security. And there is a difference between reading and seeing.
There are like two guards outside every room. They're fucking everywhere.
The conclude the matter there can never be Anastasia Russo. Never. Ever.
There can never be Anastasia and Alessandro on the same page. And even if there is, I will tear that page apart.
I will never marry that guy. People who betray should be discarded not married.
Thats why the previous week I have been planning my escape from this hellhole.
The difference is the last time I escaped I had the intentions of coming back nevertheless, but this time I am going with no intentions of return.
I had asked the housekeeper about Alessandro. She told me that Alessandro is away for two weeks. Thats means I can leave and even flies won't know I left.
Alessandro had made a big fucking mistake. By leaving my phone to me. I had called Dante the day before yesterday to book me tickets. I will fly commercially because alessandro knows about all the my family assets. That includes the five private jets we own. So if I take one it would be impossible that he wouldn't know.
I had also arranged a villa in Spain. I knew the real estate guy there. Besides my family owns tons of properties all over the world. To state a matter of fact everything was prepared.
I just needed to leave.
It was mid night and changed into a full black body suit. Being in mafia comes with a shit ton of black clothes. I also made sure to wear my mask around my face so that no one saw me. Afterwards, I tied my hair in a ponytail and clipped it in place with claw clip in a bun.
I came out of the bathroom and went to the bed where I had kept my boots besides the bedside drawer.
After dressing up, I went to window in my room and started analyzing the situation.
There was no going back once I leave.
And Alessandro's temper . . . well it can go to hell. I have seen much worse. I shrugged internally.
