♕ I may be broken but I have survived many things that you couldn't possibly imagine ♕
Valerie Adela Lombardi is a 16 year old who was kidnapped when she was just a newborn by her own mother and she has abused her since she was 3 year old until s...
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Two Years Ago...
Los Angeles, California
The rain poured relentlessly, casting the city in a muted glow as I crouched on a rooftop, binoculars fixed on a small, exclusive restaurant below. It was closed for the night, but inside, the top brass of the French Mafia were hard at work.
Tonight's mission: eliminate Gabriel Beaufort, the Don of the French Mafia. That smug little bastard hadn't just interfered with my business—he'd tried to seize it. By hacking into my systems, he'd planned to steal all my key data and assets. If he'd succeeded, not even my best engineers could have saved my empire. But now, I was here to return the favor.
I listened carefully through my earpiece, thanks to Romeo, who had patched me into their conversation from inside the restaurant.
"Nous devons la finir, elle et sa compagnie," Gabriel was saying with his usual arrogance. "Elle devient puissante."
("We must finish her, her and her company. She's becoming powerful.")
"Patron, nous sommes désolés d'avoir fait tout ce que nous pouvions, mais elle est aussi très intelligente," one of his men replied, uneasy.
("Boss, we're sorry; we did everything we could, but she is also very intelligent.")
"Qu'as-tu trouvé?" Gabriel asked, taking a drag from his cigar, a drink in his other hand.
("What did you find?")
"Pas beaucoup, seulement qu'elle avait beaucoup d'accords avec différentes personnes puissantes, ce qui, comme je l'ai dit, n'est pas beaucoup. Elle est très, très intelligente, monsieur," the man replied, glancing at Gabriel for approval.
("Not much, only that she has many agreements with different powerful people, which, as I said, is not much. She is very, very intelligent, sir.")
"She's pretty smart, isn't she, Gabriel?" Another voice filled my earpiece, harsher and colder.
I shifted my binoculars to see who was speaking, and my lips curved into a small smile as my suspicions were confirmed: Leon Klein, the Don of the German Mafia.
Well, well. Looks like tonight I'll kill two birds with one stone.
Gabriel greeted Leon with forced warmth, unaware of what was coming. "Ah, Leon, mon cher vieil ami, viens t'asseoir et boire un verre avec moi," Gabriel said, stretching out his hand.
("Oh, Leon, my dear old friend, come sit down and have a drink with me.")
Leon ignored the gesture, staring Gabriel down until he reluctantly sat. Leon joined him, looking around with a faint sneer as Gabriel tried to mask his discomfort.
