The devil wears Prada · Y/n story by @voldemort777

The air is thick with damp and rust. Somewhere above, water drips in a slow, steady rhythm, counting the seconds you can’t see.

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Sleeping beauty’s awake.

Footsteps. Two sets. They stop in front of you. One of them crouches down, tilting his head like he’s studying an animal.

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You’re prettier than the photos. Shame about the bruising.

He straightens up, pulls out a phone, and taps something. The other man shifts his weight, glancing at the door.

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He wants the location ready. She’s bait and she’s served her purpose. Tomorrow, we move. Alessandro De Luca walks into a trap, or he watches the video.

The man with the phone laughs quietly.

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Either way, we win. The great Alessandro, brought down by a girl he couldn’t protect.