XANDER VITTORIO LOVE STORY

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I memorized her outfit because I didn't get a good

the side of the building, I watch

it when we come home with th

ters. "I'm going back to Puerto Prinsesa, Palawa

nning our surroundings. "I

utral ground on the planet where we're taught how to be assassins, smugglers, and anything else crime-related. Marc Vincent is

a puff of smoke, he glances a

an do it,

es flit back to the

and we watch as people e

he Demonyo Gang. It's been my entire life, and I always knew I'd fill some role in the organization as

girl matching Olga's description comes darting

incent exclaim

ls she's wearing slow her down, and I'm able to catch her

while my arms lock around her. As I lift Olga off

n my forehead, but having a job to do, I haul her to the ca

sses, shooting

econds later, we're speeding away from the nightclub where Papa and

window to make sure we're not being foll

" I voice my thoughts to Marc Vi

ucking.

at her for a solid minute. She has wavy light brown hair, and her eyes

rstand Engli

ian, half-America

as a full En

u

praying to all that's holy

huckle. "I'm Anya de Luna. Are you Olga's guards?" She glanc

Vincent snaps from beh

idea. She left the nightclub with her friends." She glanc

pulling my phone from my pocket. In Tagalog,

ead as he turns the vehicle left up a random st

e girl...Anya is looking m

ying when I said Papa would kill us for the

girl's face as I a

k to her chest. "I don't know. She

etal, our bodies are jarred,

ncent curses, trying to re

, I grab hold of Anya, who's too stunned to make a sound. I'm slammed against the doo

t my shirt. Pain rips through my left arm, and a moment later, eve

the

ad before pushing myself up from w

on my left forearm, then my eyes dart to my brother, who's slumped over the st

ended to shout, his name is

himpers, tryi

d from the accident my reaction is delaye

fasten zip ties around my wrists, I struggle, shaking my hea

s an a

r Any

the wreckage before a fist connects with my face, my muscles strain, but before

uth is dry, and my head is heavy as I roll it to th

e fuck

over, and my mind is too fo

d female voice. "Wake u

my left arm, it throbs. I've had a broken

o see a stained wall. It looks like there's

u

ase," the wom

he grogginess and manage to

whimpers before l

the event of the ambush hits me. Jesus Christ. Our car was hit. Marc Vincent cursed as he tried

lizing how serious thi

Vin

ce around me, taking in every inch of the

men who ambushed us bu

know who

her Gang r

sks. "Do you think the oth

I see nothing but old blood stains. Th

this i

e," Anya begs, he

y head. "Alexander." My tongue flicks out

in her eyes. Her outfit is ruffled, and the high hee

ve we been h

is locked on me. "

hat happened t

n I nod, she shakes her head.

oor and test it to see whether it's locked. The door doesn't b

log," Anya whispers, her

th while my hand skims over the spot wher

sn't have her high heels. I also noticed my belt is gone. An

next to Anya, I rub

what happen

upposed to grab Olga, but she one-upped us.

bus

cked gaze, and I wonder if she knows

merican o

Italian but her

bearer of bad news, but you're fucked," I give it to h

for the hell coming our

umping nervously over my f

f the Mafia G

akes h

afia..

en, and panic makes he

e to her, I say, "It's going to get bad, but with a little l

me, and in the meanti

ey don't exe

aid, we'

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