I didn't exactly choose to be stolen at four years old.
But the French underworld isn't big on consent.
One minute I was Donatella Acardi, Mafia royalty. The next? Just another stolen kid bleeding in someone else's basement.
That's where I met Ami...
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Donatella POV:
Back in the "castle" after surviving the day of hell called school, Amir and I practically sprinted to our room like it was a bomb squad about to explode.
First thing? Electronics everywhere. Phones, laptops, tablets-you name it. We grabbed every device we could get our hands on, dumping them on the bed with an epic clatter.
"Operation Mafia Research is officially underway," I declared, dramatically shoving my hair behind my ear as if I was about to crack a secret government code.
Amir gave me a lazy smirk, clearly entertained but not complaining. "You know, for people pretending to know nothing, we're awfully prepared."
"Oblivious is an art form, Amir. We're masters." I flicked open my laptop and started typing furiously.
We took turns. One would dig, the other would scroll, cross-reference, screenshot, all that geeky spy stuff. And what we found? Pure gold.
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Diego Gonzalez:
"Prince of the Spanish Mafia," I read aloud, raising an eyebrow. "And apparently, he's a bomb expert. Like, actually making bombs. That explains the jittery energy he has."
Amir laughed. "So he's basically a walking fireworks show. No wonder he kept talking my ear off. Probably trying to recruit me to his next explosion."
I nodded. "Great. Just what we needed. A crazy pyromaniac."
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Daniela Gonzalez:
"His twin sister. Princess of the Spanish Mafia. Three minutes older than Diego." I paused, making a face.
"Three minutes older. So she's the boss of him?"
"Exactly. And way more mature, apparently. She didn't even smile once today."
Amir smirked. "Maybe she's just plotting how to get her brother to stop blowing things up."
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Do-Yoon Jeong:
I scrolled through his profile next. "Heir to the Korean Mafia. Silent but deadly. You know, that 'Don't talk to me or I'll kill you' vibe."
I nodded. "We need to be careful with him. Whether he knows our identity or not we will not blow cover or interfere with him at all. It's too risky."
Amir nodded. "I understand. No risks at all."
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Aleksander:
I hesitated, staring at his picture longer than necessary. There was something about his icy gray eyes that felt like they could freeze you just by looking.
"Alright," I said, voice a little softer, "he's the heir to the Russian Mafia. The best at... well, everything."
"Like Batman, but with a side of vodka and a dash of Siberian cold," Amir joked.
