After 8 generations the American mafia finally had birthed not just one but two girls.
Demontre and Angelica Smith along with their triplet brother were the hearts of the American and the Italian mafia.
Suddenly their hearts were shattered when th...
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*minutes before the attack*
"Well, I can already tell I'm going to like working with you more then your dad simply because you're much prettier to look at." Elle chuckled while I made my way over to her. Giving me a quick once over I did the same to her and was surprised just how much she looked like Reese.
I mean yes I know they're twins but they look identical if you weren't good at gauging faces you would have no idea that one of them is quite literally the devil recaintered. But its there when she looks at you it's a small little glint- a glint of wickedness.
"Well thank you, but the real star is you. The fact that you're not 6'3 with a 6pack and a sleeve of tattoos- you're like my walking wet dream for an ally." I lied while shaking her hand once I was in front of her.
"Oh you and I are going to have a lot of fun." She giddily said while firmly shaking my hand back.
I don't know about this 'you and I' business but I'm going to have fun burning this place down and hopefully her in it. Then I'll pull her out once shes close to death and let Angy do the honors of ... well whatever she wants. If she wants to kill her so be it, if she wants to lock her for 76 years, Ill buy the cage and throw the keys.
Anything for my pretty girl.
And fuck is she pretty.
And not just like one of those inquired tastes pretty. She's drop dead gorgeous and for whatever reason she let me be hers and I'm going to do everything to make what's mine happy.
Pulling out Elle's chair I tried to hide the distain as Natalie was gushing to Elle about how big of a gentleman I was simply because I pulled a chair out.
It's a fucking chair maybe if you weren't a bitch and a child predator she would find a man to pull out her chair, but it wont be me. What do I care she wont be alive for long. Making google eys at me Natalie drifted her eyes to the empty chair next to her and back to me a clear invitation to sit next to her.
I plopped my ass in the chair across from her next to Elle.
I don't have time to deal with her wondering hands.
"Boss," a stalking man was yelling as he ran into the room like Usisn Bolt, "we're being invaded."
Well fuck its about time, what were those hooligans doing.
"What do you mean invaded?" Bolting out of her chair Elle dug her hands under the table pulling out a gun and tucking it into her waistband.
"They've entered the warehouse- the Americans!" With that he ran out of the room as quickly as he came in, and the mafia people who were in the room quickly followed.
"I thought this place was protected and undetected, " I urged with venom but contouring my face to show hints of concern.
