"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀"
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A story of how Valentina West takes over 𝙊𝙥𝙞𝙪𝙢 ,One of America's biggest gangs.
In an industry strictly dominated by the world's most dangerous men.
Val...
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Coffee with Bella was a breeze.She had many questions at first but I think I managed to dodge them all without being caught in a lie.
Anyway, she was too distracted with the excitement of seeing the Whitney Houston tribute act.
Turns out it was a man wearing a black wig in the biggest stilettos I have ever seen,but he sure could sing,and was better at walking in those heels than any girl I know.
After an evening of giggles,conversations and a shit ton of caffeine, we decided to go back to my house to order a pizza,
I still can't drive,so we take Bella's car,she's blasting music and I just sit back taking in the moment.
It's crazy to think this could all be taken away in an instant.
Bella could get kidnapped or even murdered.
The worst torture is going after a person's loved ones.
And that's where my weakness lies.
The people I love,
Heck I don't even have to love them,if I care about someone in the slightest I'd do anything for them.
I care for people who don't give me a second thought.
I care too much.
I'm literally thrown out of my thoughts when the car comes to a sudden stop colliding with something.
"WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!"Bella screams at a black van that has clearly swerved into us due to the smoking engine in our bonnet.
I hysterically grab her,checking for any injuries,but she's fine.
Until she bursts into tears that flood down her cheeks,
"My car,"She sobs "My dad's going to be so mad."
I attempt to comfort her,"It wasn't your fault don't worry-"I'm cut off by the thundering sound of multiple car doors slamming.
My head darts towards the van in front of us but I struggle to see what's going on through the smashed windshield.
I can just about make out around half a dozen figures making their way over to our car,
Fear creeps up my spine and I immediately go into panic mode.
"Bella."I say but she stays sobbing into her hands,"BELLA!"No answer.Realising it's a lost cause I grab the steering wheel and stomp with all my might on the gas pedal.
But the car won't move.
"Shit."I mumble un-clickling my seatbelt and then Bella's as fast as my hands can move.
What do I do now?!
By now I can hear the faint sound of footsteps and the clanking of what sounds like chains,
