¨Ayla!"
¨I know, Bossman! I'm sorry!¨
¨Do you need me to come pick you up?¨ My boss asks, worry coating his words before he grumbled and swore in his thick italian accent when I heard metal clanking onto the concrete floor of the garage.
¨It's okay, the walk isn't far and it's really nice out.¨ I chuckled softly.
¨Okay, if you say so. I told you that car wasn't ready yet!"
¨I know, Adolfo! I know!¨
"Gesù, Bambina, you're going to be the death of me." Adolfo chuckled and I joined in.
"I'm already halfway there." I informed, chuckling at the double meaning in my words as the garage came into sight.
"Okay, Fiorella, Addee is here with Angelo waiting for you" Adelaide, or Addee as I called her, was Adolfo's wife and Angelo was their 2 year old son. They had two other children: Lucca who is 14 and his twin sister, Giovanna. The Fafalla's are like a second family to me after my parents died. I mean sure, I had my brother still but I haven't heard from him in years.
I guess I should tell you a little about myself- my name is Ayla Fiorella Guerriero. I work in Adolfo's garage as a mechanic and I earn some pretty good money but what a lot of people don't know is that I'm an underground street fighter on the side. The underground world knows me as Bella Morte, the mysterious masked fighter that's never lost a single fight.
This is the story how my worlds - the underground and the real world - all got turned upside down by one sweet talking Italian mafia leader.
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The Mechanic
Romance"Ciao, Bella! Piccalo Angelo." He smirked, ruffling Angelo's hair. "Get in, pretty boy." I rolled my eyes at his smirk. "You obviously don't know who I am, Bambina." His eyes grew dark after he realized his "charm" doesn't work on me. "And I obvi...
