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.
"Holy fuck," I mumble, aiming and shooting a guard in the head, then turning to shoot another one coming at me.
I hear distant shouts and loud gunshots ringing out.
Milo is still asleep in my arms due to the drug they gave him.
Running through the warehouse, shooting anyone who comes I my way, I hear an achingly familiar voice shout my name.
"Avyana!" I spun around, my gun aimed at the person, my finger on the trigger ready to shoot just in case.
Alessio.
"Holy fuck," I exclaim, my eyes wide as I sprint to him.
"What did they do to you?" He mumbles, bit more to himself than me.
"Can—can you take him?" I ask, and his lips part in surprise when he sees Milo in my arms, but he quickly scoops him up in his arms, holding him to his chest.
I see a guard running our way, "You got a clear shot?" Alessio asks, almost in a teasing manor.
I scoff, "Who do you think I am? Of course I have a clear fucking shot."
I pull the trigger, the bullet going straight into the center of the guards forehead, and he drops dead to the ground.
"Hm, you've been tortured and still haven't lost your touch, baby." A deep voice says from behind me, and my whole body locks up, freezing.
After the shock wears off, I spin around, my lips parted slightly at the sight of him.
"Kayden," I mumble, my voice filled with love.
"Jesus, get over here." He grumbles, I walk over, and he pulls me into his arms, stroking my hair.
"I missed you so fucking much." I let out a choked sob, clinging to him like a second fucking skin.
"I'm never letting you go again." He mumbles into my hair before letting go.
"Avyana!—" Alessio shouts in warning because if a knife flying at my head fast, and before it can stab me, I catch it in my hand, the blade successfully slicing open the palm of my hand.
A loud gunshots rings out and the German fucker who shot it lays dead on the ground with a bullet perfectly centered in the middle of his forehead.
"Family reunion later, fight now!" A deep voice shouts, seemingly angry. I glance over to a lissed off Xander who stands beside Damon, who holds a gun.
I dropped the knife and shot the German who was running over to me in the chest, right through the heart.
"Alessio—Get Milo to the van!" Kayden shouts to Alessio, who has a dirty and very asleep Milo in his arms.
Alessio does as told, running out of the building with Milo.
Although I've shot and killed many—many fucking guards and Germans, I haven't seen neither Fredrick or Derek.
"Where the fuck is Derek?" I question lowly to myself.
"Who's Derek?" Kayden mumbles before a few gunshots sound out, and a few shouts and screams are heard.
"Fredricks son." I speak lowly, spinning around when I feel eyes on me.
"There!" Xavier shouts to Marcello who catches a gun thrown to him by my Mommy who looks really fucking hot right now. I mean that respectfully, of course, though.
Imagine seeing your already fucking hot mother, in an assassin suit holding a bunch of weapons and killing a bunch of fuckers. It's hot as shit!
"Avyana behind you!" Damon yells, and I lunge for the German who had attempted to stab me with a knife from behind.
"Not today, fucker." I mumble, straddling him and taking my knife to stab him, once, twice, thrice, four times, and five. Once im satisfied, I bring my knife to his throat, cleanly slitting it.
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word count — 659
don't judge me, this is so bad.
I have school tomorrow and a math test because my teacher is an old fucking bitch about to have a heart attack.
