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.
"There are no cameras, and all of the guards are on break, love." Marcella says, easing my anxiety a bit.
"I knew your mother." She admits from behind me, where she's undoing the ropes tied around my waist.
"You—you did?" I ask, letting my eyes flutter shut for a moment.
"Yeah, we went to high school together." She responds, keeping her voice soft but low.
"Okay, so here's the plan—I'll get you a gun, and you'll take little Milo out of here. You'll find a car and drive off to New York, yeah?"
"Yeah." I confirm with a slight nod.
Marcella brought me water and food in the bag, so I'm a bit more refreshed.
"Milo will be asleep until tomorrow with the drug still in his system." Marcella says, glancing to where Milo is passed out on the ground.
She hands me a black long sleeved shirt that i put on quickly, so I'm completely covered.
I stand up, towering over her in height—she's only like 5'3 while I'm about 5'7.
"Here," She mumbles, handing me a black gun, which I gladly take, carefully inspecting it.
Perfect.
"Here's the key, I'll distract the guards and anyone who comes down here." She whispers, handing me the ting gold key.
I probably look like shit, bruised, busted up, my face, blood stains everywhere, and limping.
"Go." She ushers me out the door before handing me a sleeping Milo.
I hear gunshots and yelling in the distance, and I make a run for it, leaving the cell and Marcella in it.
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Kayden's POV.
We're at the warehouse in France. Everyone is armed with knives and guns, and we have Ethan on the building beside this one as a sniper. And let me tell you, his aim is fucking crazy good. Weird coming from someone who hates almost every Moretti.
We have two big vans, one has Milo's mother inside who has been going insane not having Milo with her and another with a paramedic team inside.
"Okay, everyone suited up and ready?" Damon asks, his face cold and stotic, blank if any emotion, yet his eyes hold anticipation.
"Yeah. I'm going to find Avyana with Alessio. Damon and Xander are going in and taking out the guards inside. While Ethan takes out the ones outside. Ezekiel, you have all the cameras disabled, yeah?" I ask Zeke, who nods, "Xavier, you're covering for Amaya—"
"No. I'm an ex-assassin, remember? I've taken out hundreds at once. I'll be okay, dont underestimate me because im a woman." She says firmly, her voice unwavering, her eyes cold as stone..
"Yes, ma'am." I nod my head.
"Matteo, you good sticking with Xavier?" I raise an eyebrow, and he nods, his face blank.
"Okay. Go." I say as we scatter.
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Word count — 501
just a heads up for yall, I'm literally fucking shit at writing fight scenes and anything to so with that so PLEASE bare with me ✋️😔
