Chapter 5 Francisco & Claire
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*Francisco and Claire*
I’m Francisco Delvino. I’m thirty~two years of age and I run the Delvino crew. We're the second most feared family in France.
The most feared are the Blanches, a family of five that's now a family of two.
I hate them with every fiber of my being. I hate the way they walk, talk , and laugh.
when the opportunity to take them down came in the form of Blanche's daughter Claire. I took it.
Everything went as planned except for two things, the grandmother and the brother.
Mammy was away in Paris and Marcel was hidden away in a secret compartment nobody knew how to get into.
So. We had to leave him alive and take him down another day, but as the years went by it became harder and harder to do so.
He was taken in and raised by that heartless old bat (Mammy )and her body guard.
she isn’t one to play with. she’s ruthless and cold-hearted just like her grandson.
“I know you're probably wondering why I hate them,” I hate them because they have the power I don’t, and that infuriates me.
Yes, people fear me but not as much as they fear him. Marcel Blanche.
So, I have to kill him. That way I can be number one. But enough about me, let’s get back to where we were.
“No f**king way.”How did you let him slip through your hands.
”
“They took them down sir.”
You got a look at the woman?”
“No sir.” Phillip my head of security said.
“Marcel Blanche you piece of sh*t.” I screamed in anger.
“Calm down sir”
“Calm down, this is the fifth attempt and we didn’t kill him, and if My suspicions are right he’s probably put two and two together and Janie it’s me. I should have taken the opportunity to break him when I had the chance.”
“Silence”
“I should have killed that old bat the other day. But I spared her. Because I don’t kill the elderly they contributed too much to our country and they can’t put up a fight. So I spared her and still jabbed me in the neck with a f**king pencil”. I said, placing my finger on the plaster. “F**k, F**k.”
“Claim down my love.” I heard from across the room.
“Claire when did you get back?”
“About an hour ago.”
“He’s still alive babe I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok I’m here now.”
*Claire Blanche*
I’m Claire Blanche, the only daughter to Elle and Thomas Blanche. I'm known for my beautiful eyes and loyalty to my family.
But that all changed when my mother told me I wouldn’t be able to take over the family business.
My life came crashing down, everything I did was for my family, the lies I told,the people I harmed. I did it all to keep my family safe.
And what did they do? They stabbed me in the back.
So I did what any other person would do in my situation. I went to my family's enemy and plotted against them. The plan was to kill them all and then run Lyon, along with Francisco. But that didn’t happen.
Mamie left the country and my mother hid my brother away in a bulletproof compartment in the house.
So, Francisco had to pretend to shoot me in the head. That way my brother would presume me dead. Unfortunately, the bullet grazed me near my left eye causing me to lose my sight.
And that’s why I wear an eye patch, my family took everything from me when they put Marcel in
my place, so now I’m going to take every last thing from them.
No matter how long it takes, I.Will.Kill. My. brother. Marcel Blanche.
“So what do we do now?” Francisco asked.
“I’ll make him come to us.”
“How?”
“By breaking his heart.”
“Break his heart, how?”
“By killing the one thing he has left in the world I’m going to kill my grandmother.”
“I don’t kill the elderly.” He said.
“Who said you were going to kill her?”
“You wouldn’t”
“Watch me.”I’m Claire Blanche. I do what I want.
“But she’s your grandmother.”He said
“I have no grandmother. I died, remember.”
“There must be another way,”He said.
“There’s no other way, we have to hit him where it hurts, that’s the only way we’ll ever get him.”
“Huh.”
“So you're in.” He paused for a second and placed his hand on the little plaster on his neck.
“Kill that old bat and drop her on his porch.” he said with a smile.
“Will do my love.I’ll kill her and then kill my brother.”
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