𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃
(This is NOT an incest story!!)
19 year old Avyana, also a very known assassin in the underworld known as Angel, living with her twin Alessio.
For the first 5 years of the twins' lives, they lived happily with their two parents an...
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Avyanas POV.
My head hurts like a bitch. ow.
"Ugh." I let out a groan and go to touch the stinging pain near my neck but my hands are tied.
Their tied up with a thick rope, the knot not very secure, and burning my wrists.
what the fuck happened...
Then it all comes back to me. The café, the fighting, the drugging... and me getting kidnapped.
well, it was probably a rival mafia... oh. my. God. nope, fuck that!
The German mafia... he has me again.
no. oh no. I can't do this again. not again.
I barley survived this two years ago.
he wants me for information on the Spanish and Italian mafia. and for his own sick little pedophile ass games.
Wants me to marry him or some shit.
Like I said, he's a weird ass motherfucking pedophile.
My head, wrists and neck hurt so fuckin' bad right now.
I look down a bit and see my legs aren't tied. Okay, that'll come in handy later on.
The room is grimy and gross, walls covered in blood and flesh, this room smells like piss, rotten blood and mold.
Dark grey concrete walls surround me, the room is fairly small, only the wooden chair I'm seated on in the room.
I move my hands and wrists but a small whimper leaves my mouth unintentionally.
Fuck, my wrists are going to be so red.
Last time I got out of here, Kayden got me a bracelet and necklace once I was back. Said it would keep me safe and I never gave them much thought but now my dumbass realized they're trackers.
I'm fucking dumb.
I move around and mess with my fingers, inching them closer to my wrist where the bracelet rests.
My fingers feel around my wrists which are currently tied together behind my back and once I feel the familiar cool gold metal of my bracelet, my fingers go to the charm on it and almost immediately I feel the cold button on the back.
Bingo.
I press it and hope it has a connection.
This better fucking alert my family of my location. I refuse to be beat and tortured.
