***COMPLETED***
This story was written when I was very young, so I personally find it cringe... read at your own risk 😶
Needs editing. Mafia romance, action and mystery story, give it a try 😉.
"YOUR MINE DAMN IT NEVER FORGET THAT"
Anastasia.
A...
It has been a few months since I have been here, I still don't remember anything. I have been training so hard.
I am an underground street fighter, my name is Dark Roses, and I took the place of some undefeated champion the Black Wind.
So they all treated me badly at first, they beat me and gave me scars all over my stomach, arms, legs, I also have a scar in my eyebrow, they still beat me up from time to time. But that what makes me keep pushing. Some people need encouragement to keep going.
While I only need to hear hate. The words you can't push me to prove them wrong.
They all have been telling me I can't do it. For months.
And look at them now, watching me.
Anyways,Well apparently in about a week we are going to take 'Phoenix' down.
At first I came up with the brilliant idea of messing with their heads.
And that's exactly what we are doing today.
"Caterina" said my brother.
"yes"
"be in the basement, in 5, without a shirt on"
"okay" well here goes another beating.
Once Calvin put a knife in me, and I had to get it sawed up.
And that's a scar that will always stay on my body.
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It's whatever.
I woke up, with no memory, not remembering my own name. Being a pushover. Being weak, crying every time they beat me up.
But now?
Hahaha
I can take a beat down, as happily as a baby takes chocolate.
It's nothing.
So without any worry, I got down there. They used me as a punching bag, as usual.
And then I went up.
Hacking into the cameras of there system.
That's when my eye caught on someone.
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