Devil's Daughter

Chapter 5

Valentina's pov:

The keys from my hands land in bowl which is placed on a small table next to my door. A sigh leaves my lips as I run a hand through my hair. My fingers turn on the light switch which leads me into my spacious living room.

The light lights up the whole living room revealing each piece of furniture in its full glory. My heart jumps a beat as I notice a figure on the couch, for a second I want to reach for my gun but when she turns around a smirk tugs on my face.

"You scared me." I say, taking of the rings from my fingers.

A laugh slips from her lips. "Sorry baby." She smiles, motioning her fingers into a 'come here' motion.

I smile at her walking around the couch. I place my hands next to her shoulders allowing me to tower her. She captures my lips in an intoxicating kiss. My lips move against hers as I blindly drop the rings from my hand, making them drop onto the floor.

"I'm glad you're here." I say, taking a seat next to her. "I need to relieve some stress after all."

"That's what I'm here for." Madelyn smirks climbing on top of me, her knees on either side of me.

Madelyn and I aren't dating if that's what you're thinking. We are actually far from that. We fuck. Sometimes. I wouldn't even call it friends with benefits cus' we aren't even friends. She's just hot and fun to fuck. And she feels the same about me. There were and there never will be any romantic feelings involved in us.

Just as she connects our lips again my phone buzzes and we both groan. "Sorry." I say reaching into the almost invisible pocket on my dress.

My phone lights up with my mums contact name and my face scrunches in confusion.

"Hey mama." I answer it hearing frantic breathing in the other end. I gently push Madelyn off of me and stand up as I hear that. "mamma, cosa sta succedendo?"
"Mama what's going on?"

"Se n'è andata, se n'è andata." My mother cries. "She's gone, she's gone."

"Who mom? Who's gone?" I question grabbing the keys from the bowl and exiting my apartment in a hurry.

"Lily." Her voice cracks and I feel my heart drop.

"I'm on my way."
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"Mama? Papà?" I enter my parents house in a hurry. As I run to the living room I see my mother crying on the couch with my father holding her.

"What the fuck happened?" I ask, my breathing frantic.

"Someone took her." My dad's thick accent comes through as he speaks and I know he's about to do something bad since this man only speaks English when he's enraged.

"Who? What? When? No-I was just here-she-she." I feel tears pool at my bottom eyelid and I try my best to hold them back.

My gaze flies over to the coffee table and I see a hand written note. I pick it up with shaky hands and read what's on it.

I told you to think about this.

My heart sinks as I think back to earlier tonight where I heard similar words.

Blake. Blake Duarte.

"It's the Duarte's. It's Blake, fuck it's Blake." I angrily throw the note down running a hand through my hair in frustration.

"How do you know?" My dad asks.

"She threatened Lily earlier at the deal." I respond feeling my phone ding.

Blake
We need to talk

It fucking is Blake, I think to myself.

"Val-"

"Dad I got this handled, stay with mama okay?" I cut him off and he nods.

In my contacts I select a group chat which has all of the crucial members of my mafia in there.

Me
The club. Right fucking now.
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I stand in front of all of my members as I notice all of them waiting in silence carefully wanting to listen to my words.

"I want Blake Duarte here in 2 hours. Alive." I bluntly say, authority dripping from my voice.

"That's gonna start a fucking war Blake." Jason contributes and I glare at him.

"Then we start a fucking war." I say. "My sister will get brought back from Blake and I will kill Blake myself if I have to."