Wanted By The Mafia

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I opened my eyes and everything was dark. My head was throbbing and I realised that I was curled up in a small space. I heard the sound of tyres and figured that I was in the trunk of a car.

I immediately felt my pockets for my phone. Gone. They took my gun too.

"Hey assholes! Let me out!", I screamed out. No reply. They probably couldn't even hear me.

I was about to scream louder than Lydia when Stiles was in danger, when I remembered  something my dad had taught me.I felt for the tail light of the car and started punching it. Soon it broke and cold air poured through it. I stopped and took a long, deep breath of the fresh air.

I then stuck my hand out and waved frantically. As if on cue, I heard a siren and someone yelling for my kidnappers car to pull over. Suddenly the trunk opened, revealing four men. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, adjusting to the street lights. Then, I got out of the trunk.

"Hands where I can see them.", the cop turned to the three men and pulled out his gun. The men did as he told them and he went over to handcuff one of them. "Ahh, Alejandro Ricci. So we meet again.", the cop said, as he handcuffed the pervy-guy.

One of his goons suddenly punched the cop in the stomach and ripped the gun from his hands. Within two seconds, he shot him. I felt the blood splatter on me and shivered. I was used to the killing, of course. But the poor guy was only trying to help me.

I kicked the guy holding the gun in the shin and he dropped it. I ran to pick it up but the other guy kicked it away and pulled my hair roughly. I elbowed him right in his crown jewels.

He grunted and let go of my hair. I leaped for the gun once more, getting it this time. I turned around and aimed the gun at the three of them. They all shared a glance and then charged at me.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

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"Where have you been? And why are you covered in blood?", Maria (our housekeeper) asked me, looking concerned. "I went clubbing with Matteo." I shrugged. "Who did you kill this time?" She sighed. "Hey! They kidnapped me! I had a good reason."

"What's this about kidnapping?", my dad asked as he walked in the kitchen. He picked up a newspaper and sat down. "Three guys knocked me out and shoved me in their trunk." I told him. He looked up from the newspaper. "They didn't...do anything did they?"

"Nope, killed them before they had the chance." I shrugged. He laughed. "That's my girl." Maria just shook her head. I looked down. "Well my outfit is ruined.", I said, rolling my eyes.

Okay, you're all probably a little confused, so let me fill in the blanks. My name is Grace. Grace Belmonte. If you stay in Italy, you'd know the Belmonte name well. That's because my father, Alberto Belmonte, is the leader of one of the biggest gangs in Italy, the West Cartel. My mum died while giving birth to me.

We deal drugs and weapons. No trafficking though. My dad may be a Drug Lord, but he's not heartless. There are, of course, rival gangs. But none are as strong as us. We've got the numbers, weapons and strategy.

And then there's the Mafia. We deal with them, but I don't really know much about them apart from the fact that they're dangerous. My father doesn't like to speak about them, so I don't bother asking anymore.

Which is why I was completely unprepared for what came next...

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