Diavolo
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"So why do you need me?" "Well after a pity vote to keep you alive. Will train you and teach you how to steal more effectively. Sooner or later you can help steal from government banks, warehouses of our rivals, and many more." "If you dont mind me asking why are you apart of it?" I ask her. "You know how I said that sometimes they sell girls for money?" I nod. "My father kinda did that with Enzo. It was an arranged marriage but his father decided they'd end their war and combine their income while having us married. We've basically been raised together alongside Diavolo." "Diavolo, Italian for-" "The devil" *** To support herself, Salvatrice Costello worked as a pickpocket and thief. She pickpockets a prominent celebrity playboy with a terrible secret one day. Salvatrice Costello is taught to be a member of the Italian mafia after winning a vote to be kept alive. Assisting Diavolo, the devil himself, in his misdeeds.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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