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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡:

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡:

I layed face down on my bed with Ace next to me.

We arrived to Spain an hour ago. This time my whole family came to gather with their friends.  It usually just the two of us.

Our house was rarely used since me and Ace mostly stayed at the Vinci house. They are like our second family. I've known them since birth, the Italians and Americans have had an alliance for multiple generations. We're on top along with the Spanish mafia.

We've tried to make an alliance with the Spanish but their don never accepted.

After the death of Diego the new don brought the Spanish mafia to the top. Some say the new don killed him. It hasn't been proven, after the new don stepped up it was hard to infiltrated inside their mafia if not impossible. They never speak, they would rather die then betray their don.

They also have some of the most famous assassins including her one and only Diabla.

I've only ever seen her from far away, she always wears some type of mask that covers all her face but her eyes.

"You down to go to the mall tomorrow, Giovanni and the others are going there tomorrow?" Ace asked.

"Sure, now get out. I want to sleep."

"You wound me." Ace joked his right hand over his chest.

I through a pillow at him. "Fine."

The moment he left my room, I let sleep take me.


"I'm up!" I mumbled before waking up. The digital clock on my night stand told me it was 9;30 in the morning.

After five minutes staring at the ceiling I finally get up and head to my bathroom. I take a quick shower then brush my teeth. I go to my closet and quickly picked come clothes.

𝗔𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁: Minus the newspaper

𝗔𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁: Minus the newspaper

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