volonte || PURE book 3

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Quick Authors Note

I'm so so sorry if I don't update that much. I am honestly taking a chance and hoping I keep up with this story because I was so inspired and excited to start this. I will TRY to update regularly.

I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE SO I'M SORRY IF IT DOESN'T TRANSLATE THE WAY IT SUPPOSED TO.

I'm going to post this and I want y'alls feedback.

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S O F I A

"Spara al figlio di puttana!" I shriek, violently pressing every button of the PlayStation controller. The sound of shooting was swamped with my vigorous cursing in Italian.

My player was shot down for the sixth time this night and that's when I finally dropped the controller in defeat, slumping my shoulders with a pout.

"You know, it's pretty ironic how you are our best sniper and yet, you couldn't get one single hit on that silly game." I hear from behind me. I turn to find my older brother, Michael, to be leaning up against my door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk etched onto his lips.

"Vaffanculo." I mutter annoyed. He just chuckles and pushes off the door, pulling a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and handing it to me.

"What's this?" I question, unfolding the thin sheet. It had my name messily sprawled across the top with rushed sentences filling the page.

"Your new mission," he replies with a scowl, "be careful. This douche is known to get a little.. rough with his girls." He frowns.

I nod, reading over the page.

Identity :

Name: Daphne Delorado

Age : 21

****innocent****

Target : Tyson Ruben (Sean O'Pry plays him)

****He's into shy and innocent girls and brunettes***

Place : Dolly Night Club

Time : 9:00 PM

"Okay, I will get ready and head down. I'll be in and out. Quick and easy, okay?" I reassure, offering a gentle smile.

He clenches his jaw but nods and kisses my forehead before leaving my room. My bed room was simple. All it had was a bed, side table, and dresser. There were three doors, one leaving my room, another going to a bathroom, and another going into a walk-in closet.

The only extravagant thing about my room was the wall to the right of my closet door. It was completely covered in photos of my friends and I, my brothers, the gang, and random sketches I drew up.

It had pictures of me ranging from when I was 2 all the way my current age. All my memories were held in those photos. Glancing at the paper one more time, I toss it on my bed and disappear into my closet. I quickly pull out a simple, black dress with a pair of black flats and throw them on.

The dress reached a few inches above my knees so it was modest enough to make me seem like I was "shy".

It had a tank top strap design that hugged my curves and flowed effortlessly.

I clip my charm bracelet on and get started on my makeup and hair. I immediately pull my long, blonde hair into a bun in the back of my head, gelling back my baby hairs.

I then place a hair net over my hair and leave it to start my makeup. I go a darker with my look, applying some blush, lip gloss, mascara, and a smoky-ish eye.