Luna is a sixteen year old teenager with a past that no sixteen year old should have been through. After years of abuse and violence, Luna finally finds a way to cope after all the trauma she's been through. SURVIVE. That's Lunas goal in life, what...
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After school Thiago and I went to interrogate a spy that infiltrated into my mafia.
It took more time than expected.
The guy wouldnt budge, British train their people well. But I teach them better.
To me they aren't just a number. To me they are a person who has a family waiting for them somewhere. I would give up my life for any of my people in a heartbeat.
But if they ever betray me. Let's just say that betrayal is paid with their life.
I love my people and I value their lives and the lives of their loved ones.
After ten minutes he stained my shirt with his blood.
At least I had a shirt under. The moment I took off my shirt the man's eyes bulged. I knew I fucked up. He saw the tattoo on my back.
"Y- your D-D-Diabla" he said his voice filled with terror.
In the underworld I was known as Diabla the famous assassin. Diego (Prior Spanish mafia don) liked to use me to eliminate the people he considered a threat. That's how Diabla became. No one knew I was the Spanish Mafia Donna and I plan to keep it that way.
Five minutes later the spy confessed Harry Williams (British Mafia Don) sent him to get information in the most powerful Mafia along with the Italian. Aka me and the Vinci family. Met them once or twice, from far away of course. No one knew my identity besides my closest friends. Quite a famous family. I guess we can say we were both equal in power. We don't have an alliance but I wouldn't say we're enemies. YET.
Once Thiago and I were done we were heading home. Mena (Jimena) texted me two hours ago. 'Help me! This Math is killing me. Who ever invented math curse them!!!'
So math wasn't her strong point.
I am good at math because my dad taught me since I could talk and read.
He made sure I knew everything I could possibly need in the future.
He taught me to read people within the second of seeing them.
He made me learn a variety of languages. At the time I thought it was useless but now I understand it was smart.
It helped me survive everything I've been through.
Yet he died because of me.
I blink back the tears because crying in front of someone is being weak. Letting them see any vulnerability gives them an advantage.
