Finding them.
Something that had been the goal of the Naclerio brothers since they lost their twins that dreadful night 12 years ago. Hoping that something or someone would guide them in the right direction.
12 years.
That's how long the Naclerio...
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N A T A L I A
"Shit." I curse quietly.
"Shit shit shit."
I was currently trying to very sneakily Hotwire this random rich dudes car but it wasn't really going to plan.
This stuck up snobby bitch came to the café earlier and demanded I serve him and not Nathaniel. His only reasoning being that I looked like a good snack to try out and that he loved girls who played as servants.
So I decided to get a little payback.
After my discussion with Nathaniel I left to get to the club early so I could take a little stop here and collect my payment.
The bitches car.
I would've had a little fun with him and then dumbed his body somewhere but I didn't have the time for that,
Yet.
I also needed a new car to arrive at the club in anyway as my old one was being too recognised and this one was a beauty I have to give him that.
Eventually after countless tries the wires finally created a small spark and the engine roared to life. I peered through the curtains of the dudes home hoping I woke him up while quickly getting into the drivers seat.
This twat deserved to see his car being taken away. I wonder how many other girls he's treated like that?
Nevertheless he would get what's coming to him sooner or later,
I'd make sure of that.
Still glancing through the curtains to the living room, a full flash of light came through the window shining on the dull green grass outside.
He's awake, I thought with a smirk.
I swiftly turned the gear into first as I slowly started to drive in circles on his driveway. I turned to see the old wooden door open at lightning speed while a old fat man plodded out and stood on the steps of his house. Seeing me he started screaming at me to give him his car back.
In response to him I stopped the car and turned it around just to drive in the other direction.
At this point I was laughing my ass off. His face was a shade of deep red and he was shouting with a very pissed off tone,
"STOP DOING FUCKING DOUGHNUTS, IN MY FUCKING CAR, ON MY FUCKING DRIVEWAY YOU BITCH."
Stopping the car to abide his wishes he sighed in relief while muttering curse words under his breath. He started to walk closer to the car that was facing the big metal gates currently open as an entrance to the road.
Turning my eyes to glance at the time I saw I was 5 minutes late to meet my manager at the club.
"Shit" I cursed under my breath for what felt like the millionth time today. Rodrigo ,or Rod as I like to call him, was a very scary man and I did not have the effort to get scolded by him today.
