Location: La Moraleja Compound – Private Office, 10:12 AM
The SUV glided through the wrought-iron gates of the La Moraleja estate — a hidden fortress nestled among Madrid’s most elite. The estate was massive, protected by three layers of surveillance and walls that screamed power, not protection.
Isabella didn’t wait to unpack. She went straight to the core of her empire — her office carved in black marble and lined with memories she refused to hang on the walls.
Ali followed her in silence, sliding the door shut behind her.
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Flashback – How They Met
Ali: 16. Hot-tempered, brilliant, born in Seville. Back then she worked for a corrupt arms broker in Ibiza — Isabella’s target during one of her first missions for the Spanish syndicate.
Instead of killing her, Isabella made her an offer.
> “You’ve got two options,” she said, lowering her pistol. “A bullet… or a kingdom.”
Ali didn’t hesitate.
They burned the Ibiza operation to the ground that same night.
And from the ashes, Isabella made Ali her second.
> “You saw me at my worst,” Isabella had once told her. “That’s why you’re the only one I trust when I lose control.”
Ali never forgot that.
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Present – The Truth Unfolds
Inside the office, Isabella ripped off her gloves and stared at the encrypted file Ali dropped on the table.
It was thick. Brutal. Unforgiving.
Sinclair hadn’t just lied. He’d manipulated an entire mission — her mission — and had fed false intel to two agencies while keeping her in the dark. The one man she let in... had used her.
She sat down. Poured whiskey. No ice.
Ali stood by the window, arms crossed.
> “You want me to kill him?”
Isabella didn’t answer. She just stared at the photo of him laughing with a contact she’d sworn dead.
> “I let myself be weak,” she said. “I forgot what the world does to people like me.”
Ali's voice was soft — rare.
> “No, Isa. You didn’t forget. You just wanted something real.”
> “And now I’ll show him what real feels like.”
She slid her thumb across the screen and accessed the next dossier. Sinclair’s known locations, encrypted calls, mission overlaps with hers.
> “Get the plane ready again. We’re going hunting.”
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La Moraleja, Spain – 03:17 AM
A rainstorm whispered against the blackened glass walls of Valencia Hills. The house slept — if a fortress like this ever truly slept — but Isabella didn’t. Not tonight. Not when every cell in her body burned with a truth that shifted everything.
She stood on the rooftop deck, barefoot, her silk robe tied loose at the waist, a glass of blood-red Barolo in her hand. Below her, Madrid shimmered in the mist like a bleeding constellation. The pool glowed sapphire beneath her. Fire pits flickered, casting her face in golden shadow.
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MAFIA QUEEN
Short StoryAfter the 3 sentries she is born, the only girl in the family. But they are not the ordinary people they are famous Italian Mafia. THE FERRARI FAMILY But they lost her because of the work they are in and because of their reputation. ************...
