NILE
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My first thought of her was "she's a big ball of fire."
My second thought of her was "she's pretty as hell."
I mean sure, her black shiny short hair was in a disarray, her eyes were dark from worry, she was angry and taken against her will.
But she was still beautiful to me.
If only her voice box was as pretty as her face.
MAN that girl talks a lot.
She had a cool name too.
Kiiara Diane Longsdale.
What a name.
I didn't think of her much, probably like 2/5 hours of the day.
(Okay, that's still quite a bit.)
She came up on my mind a lot. Mostly because of business, but her beauty was captivating as well and I didn't even see her at full beauty yet.
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(2 days ago. Day after Kiiara arrived to the mafia.)
I was furious.
How could my team let me down like that?
They knew it took us 4 damn months to execute this mission and they bring the girl?
The real question was, how come we didn't know about her?
We did a full thorough check on Jordan's life. He was a valuable asset to what happened to my parents on the night of January 27th. His parents got into a crash that same day, and I knew our families were connected somehow.
I felt bad for him. An eight year old now an orphan.
At least he was till his older sister came barging into my mafia because my men fucked up.
I close my eyes, breathing in slowly so I don't crush something.
Despite being a mafia leader at 19, I wasn't much of a angry and physical harm person.
I was quiet, close-minded with everything but business, and only let loose with a couple of friends. This was until a few months ago. Now all my anger was spent shooting targets and fighting.
My "couple" of friends were watching the Longsdale siblings.
I sit on my bed, foot tapping the floor anxiously for my briefing in two minutes.
I quickly gulp down a glass of water on my nightstand and head out to meet my men.
We all surrounded a table, and their chatter seized when I walked in the room.
"Someone tell me, what in the hell happened two nights ago."
The room was silent, guilty.
"Don't all speak at once."
One of my men, Romero stands up.
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