Grace was an ordinary girl...
Sike.
This isn't one of those stories.
Meet Grace Belmonte, who belongs to one of the biggest gangs in Italy. She's well known for her smart mouth, racing, bad-ass fighting and now the target on her back...
After kill...
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"Anything?", I asked Mr. Belmonte as I entered his office. He shook his head and I sighed wearily, running a hand through my brown hair. "It's been 3 days since you saw her. We need to do something! Who knows what they're doing to her?"
"I noticed faint red marks on her neck while we were at the club. There was also a blue mark on her arm. They must be torturing her!", I said angrily. "I'm calling a meeting in an hour. Let everyone know.", he told me. I nodded, making my way to the compound to let everyone know.
An hour later, we were all gathered in the main hall. "Thank you all for being here.", Alberto, Grace's father called out and everyone became silent. "We need thirty men. We will be breaking into Antonio Romero's mansion to retrieve Grace.", he said seriously.
There were a few murmurs and whispers. "Ben, Angelo and Steven, you gather the weapons. We attack tomorrow." Alberto dismissed everyone and walked out of the room.
We're coming for you, Grace.
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Another double update! (even though this was a short chapter)
