Valentina De Luca
The worst part about splitting myself into two versions that coexist beneath my skin and still have to smile at Dante is having to remain motionless most of the time so I don’t raise suspicion. The clock drags on, and a second is never fast enough.
I digested the mission Dante placed in my hands while the memory of Alexandra twisted my soul, churned my stomach, and cultivated my guilt in a terrifyingly effective way.
Knowing this plan has existed for so long makes me question even the path that brought me to this exact point, where I no longer resemble a mafia princess but am just as rotten inside as they are. There is no goodness in someone who kills while smiling, and God, I smile with every drop of blood my hands sink into.
But what cursed road brought me here?
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