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...
(This is the song I listened to while writing this chapter <33)
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Avyanas POV.
The shouting and cursing and bangs and screams continue as I pin down Derek. I'm straddling his waist while we lay on the ground. His ugly bruised face looks up at me.
"So, how does it feel to die by my hands?" I raise my brow, holding my knife to his throat as he coughs up blood.
"Your fucking hot, so I couldn't care less." He smiles playfully and I take my knife away from his throat and stab him in the dick making him let out a choked scream.
"He'll find you." He mutters, sounds like he's talking to himself.
"He's going to kill you all!" He screams, blood oozing out of his mouth.
"You're all going to die-"
"That's enough, fucking crazy pants." I mutter, gliding my knife across his throat making him gag and choke up blood before going limp.
I stand up off him to look around, not one alive German in sight. their all down on the ground, dead. except for the one that needs to be dead. I need to kill him.
"We're good to leave!" Damon shouts, standing over three dead Germans piled onto each other.
Xavier, Xander, Marcello, and Damon rush out of the main doors and to the street where their vehicles are parked.
Kayden helps me walk out because of my limp.
"Get in the van." Kayden demands, opening the doors to it so hia back is turned to me, but a really fucking sharp pain erupts in my lower stomach.
I groan, clutching my stomach through the long-sleeved black shirt I'm wearing.
I remove my hand and look down only to see blood. Red blood coating my hand. It's mine. My Blood.
"K-Kayden." I whisper, stumbling when it feels too hard to stand.
I-I can't breathe. My breathing is ragged, and I'm quickly losing footing.
Kayd turns around, and when he sees the blood, he's immediately at my side. putting pressure over the wound.
I whimper in pain when he pushes down too hard.
"Youll-You're going to be okay, baby." He mumbles.
I was stabbed. I slowly turn around to see Fredrick standing there, a large knife in his hand.
