Love Between Mafias.

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^*^ SISSY'S PRIVATE JET^*^

Sissy was settled into the Bliss comfort of a cream-colored leather seat of her private jet, surrounded by the epitome of luxury.

The soft glow of the cabin's ambient lighting highlighted her poised elegance.

She is putting on a stunning white suit, tailored to perfection, accentuating her slender yet athletic physique.

The fine fabric hugged her curves, showcasing her refined taste. A crisp, white blouse complemented the suit, its subtle sheen catching the light.

Her raven-black hair was swept up into a high ponytail, revealing her heart-shaped face and sharp jawline.

A few stray strands framed her features, adding a touch of softness to her polished look.

As the jet soared through the sky, Sissy gazed out the window, mesmerized by the breathtaking view.

The azure expanse stretched before her, meeting the horizon at a perfect curve. Wispy clouds drifted lazily, their shadows dancing across the landscape below.

A champagne flute gleamed in her hand, filled with a crisp, golden vintage. She sipped slowly, savoring the taste as the bubbles tickled her nose.

The jet's smooth flight and gentle hum created a sense of serenity, enveloping Sissy in a cocoon of tranquility.

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she watched the sun's rays dance across the clouds, casting a kaleidoscope of colors.

With each sip, Sissy felt her worries fade, her senses heightened by the rarefied atmosphere.

The cabin's warm, inviting aroma – a subtle blend of leather, fine wood, and exotic spices – enveloped her, further enhancing the sense of indulgence.

Sissy's private jet was her sanctuary, a symbol of her success and independence. Within its luxurious confines, she was free to unwind, letting her guard down as she soared above the world.

Zelda should be careful, there's something some people don't get about her.

She's called the little demon of Australia for a reason, she has her eyes on Zelda.

She knows Zelda will never do such a thing to Skylar not when Skylar is still the reason she is still alive and breathing.

She leaned back, her head resting against the seat, and closed her eyes, letting the gentle thrum of the engines lull her into a state of deep relaxation.

It seems madam Python is still alive and healthy, she thought that bitch had died in the plane crash which she caused with her own hands.

As the jet banked gently, Sissy's eyes fluttered open, and her eyes darkened with hatred as the past came falling in.

As her gazed shift towards the window, her thoughts drifted to the past, memories which was long buried beneath her polished facade. And the fake smile which always sits on her face.

Her mind drove back to her 18th birthday, the day her world shattered in a million pieces.

She recalled sitting in her spacious bedroom with tiny Skylar beside her, surrounded by balloons and unopened gifts.

But The phone suddenly rang, piercing the celebratory atmosphere, Her heart still remembered the racing beat as she answered the call.

" Sissy, this is Uncle Lucas " the voice on the other end said, his tone laced with gravity.

A chill ran down her spine, he didn't sound cheerful as usual. " What's wrong? "

"Your parents... sissy, .....I...don't...know...

But it seems like they're gone, Sissy. I'm so sorry, kiddo "

The words sliced through her like a knife.

"No...no, what.....are...you... Uncle... that's impossible... they're taking a flight and coming to me, it is my birthday today!" she screamed, falling back onto the bed. With her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Uncle Lucas's voice faded into the background as Sissy's world crumbled, she turned towards little Skylar who was smiling sweetly at her and her heart bleed.

" It can't be!!!!!!!!!!!! MOMMMM!!!!!!!! " She burst into tears and started crying heavily, she's just seventeen going eighteen.

How's she going to take care of her little sister, her gaze shifted to Skylar who was still smiling at her.

" Don't cry, Chichi. Mom's on the way and she's surely going to bring candy, I love candy!! " Little Skylar said and sissy smiled, wiped her tears and hugged Skylar tightly.

She's not going to let anybody take her little cat away from her, she'll protect Skylar with her life and will die doing just that.

Her parents' laughter, their warm embraces, and whispered promises, Her mother's perfume, her father's strong hands.

She's never going to be held inside her father's warm arms again, her mom's sweet voice will always remain a memory.

She's never going to hear her mother sing again, those who were involved in their death must meet their own end!!!

Tears streamed down her face as everything kept replaying in her head.

The investigation that followed after their death was a brutal truth:

Their parents were influential business leaders, after their death,The empire they built on power and wealth, was dismantled.

The life of her and her sister was forever altered, The pain still lingered, a constant ache.

But she refused to let it define her or anything like that. She's sissy the little demon of Australia, queen of Mafias and controller of the multi gangs.

She will find the last killer and destroy his whole existence, clash his world and make him cry in so much pain and agony!!!!!

The jet's engines roaring wildly through the clouds, snapped her back to the present.

Her gaze shifted to the window, the clouds now tinged with memories.

Another single tear escaped her eyes, rolling down her cheek, She wiped it away, her expression composed once more.

The past would not control her.

Her eyes narrowed, her jaw set. She would continue to soar, above the pain, above the fear.

She will live for Skylar, for the memories of her parents and for the family's legacy.....

* THE S.T COOPERATION *"*

In an office exuding power and intimidating aura, a reflection of its occupant's formidable reputation.

Located on the top floor of a sleek, modern skyscraper, the room commanded a panoramic view of the city's skyline.

Dark, rich wood paneling adorned the walls, complemented by polished black marble flooring.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive leather and cigar smoke.

Behind the massive, mahogany desk sat the man known as 'The Devil of Australia' – MALIK SALVATORE.

His aura is unmistakable, radiating an unyielding authority that made even the bravest souls tremble.

Malik's imposing figure dominated the space, His broad shoulders and chiseled physique strained against a tailored, charcoal-gray suit that seemed almost too small for his powerful frame.

A crisp, white shirt accentuated his bronzed complexion, while a slim, black tie added a touch of sophistication.

His eyes, piercing and unforgiving, burned with an inner fire, as if the very depths of hell had been unleashed upon the world.

Those eyes had witnessed countless battles, vicious deaths, orchestrated ruthless takeovers, and reduced opponents to ashes.

His sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones framed his rugged features, etched from years of calculated cunning and unyielding ambition.

His dark hair was slicked backwards, revealing a prominent widow's peak, a distinguishing mark that seemed to intensify his aura of authority.

On the desk, a simple, platinum-plated nameplate read ' MALIK SALVATORE ' in bold, serif letters.

The only other adornments were a sleek, silver pen holder and a framed photograph of a stunning woman with piercing green eyes.

The room's centerpiece, however, was Malik himself – the ruthless Mafia lord who had built an empire through bloodshed, sweat, and ruthlessness.

His presence seemed to darken the air around him, casting a shadow that stretched far beyond the office walls.

In this lair, Malik Salvatore held Court, his word law, his wrath feared, and his respect demanding.

He ran his fingers through his hair, loosened his tie and leaned into the chair leather and shut his eyes.

Being the demon of Australia doesn't mean he doesn't work, he owes the well known T.S corporation which creates weapons and bombs.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and his loyal bodyguard, Marco, strode in.

Marco's imposing frame and chiseled features commanded attention, his eyes scanning the room before settling on malik.

He bowed his head in respect with his hands locked behind him.

" Boss " Marco said, his deep voice low and urgent. " We've received intel on the Little Demon of Italy "

Damon's gaze snapped up, his eyes locking onto Marco's. A flicker of delight sparked within their depths.

" Continue " Malik commanded, his voice dark and unfriendly.

Marco approached the desk, his movements fluid. " Our sources confirm she's been tracking you, Boss. She's been leaving a trail of bodies in her wake, asking questions "

Malik's expression remained impassive, but a hint of intrigue crept into his voice. "What makes her think I'm interested?"

Marco hesitated before responding, "Rumors suggest she's seeking revenge for her family's downfall. She believes you're responsible."

Damon's eyes narrowed, his mind raking through his past, He has many enemies, why would he care about this one. But this is sissy, The Little Demon of Italy notorious for her cunning and ruthlessness. If she was indeed hunting him, the stakes were higher than ever.

He doesn't really remember anything with her, wait!!!_ he doesn't really remember but the little demon looks very familiar.

" Find out more " Malik ordered, his voice dripping with menace. " I want to know her every move, every thought. Bring me her head on a platter "

Marco nodded, his face set in a determined expression. "Consider it done, Boss."

Immediately Marco exited, Malik's gaze returned to the paperwork, but his mind was already consumed by that Little Demon.

A new challenge had emerged, one that would require all his cunning and resources.

The game had begun. The rain of blood is drawing closer!!!!!!!!!!